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Thank you for taking the time to write your thoughts/experience.  Sorry to hear about your loss of everything.  That cannot be easy.

Two weekends ago while speaking at a GODencounters (http://www.godencounters.org) in North Carolina, I was pleasantly surprised to see the conference presidents from both the “white-ee” conference and the regional conference attend the event and then host a town hall discussion whereby young adults could open up to raise questions/comments.  Not only was I impressed to see the two conference presidents sitting in the same room together, I was impressed to see their willingness to listen.  I could be wrong, but they didn’t strike me as the type of leader that would undermine one of their pastors by negating what he had just preached from the pulpit.  It is that type of behavior that breeds an environment of top down control, which is motivated by fear. 

May God continue to guide and direct both you, me, this church into all truth! 

Courage!

matthew

And sometimes, in the summer, it would still be light when I was trying to fall asleep.

K.  Today I am doing this….

Just makes me extra happy I’m married, and if I were not, I’m beyond the point of caring about finding someone. So much tension and drama.

Again, excellent writing!

From where I sit, if you really want to walk regularly, you have to wear the right clothes, which to me would mean at the very minimum taking a change of pants (skirt/bottoms) and shoes with you. I have this dilemma every year for conventions, and I always grin and bear the wrong shoes or drive. But long-term, you have to wear the right clothes. No other way around it.

Good job, Ducky!

I’m here from your sister’s place, too. Nice to meet you, and I laughed my mentally-5-year-old butt off when I read “Fartita”.

It sounds like a really disgusting cocktail, don’t you think?

There was a boy in our car this morning (my carpool day), and one of the girls burped. They all laughed the rest of the way to school.

I get tired, too. I keep telling him that if he had any idea what went on in my head about the house, he’d quit now. It’s a giant list, and I do what I can, but there are plenty of things I need help with, and I hate nagging. So I might mention something that I’d like done, and I might get a promise that it will get done, and then I’ll wait a few months (or more) before bringing it up again, and in the meantime he hasn’t even thought about it once while I’ve thought about it a thousand times.

So the other day when he said “I only have two or three hours of work to do on the dresser” (and this after about three years), I said “Which two or three hours? This year? Next?” And within a few minutes there it was, in the bedroom, and twenty-four hours later we have a bedroom that, while not perfect, is no longer embarrassing for guests to see. Not that we need a bedroom that’s a showpiece. But now I don’t care if someone wanders in.

Not only do I hate nagging, he’s had an undetermined health issue for the last year and a half that often leaves him dizzy/nauseous and tired. Plus he works two jobs (sometimes three), and who am I to add one more household thing on top of all that? And he does the yard work. And he often cooks. And there are the kids.

Chai is exceptionally easy to make. Starbucks’s is pretty good, but it’s best from an Indian restaurant.

Keep going!

I’m glad it melted away. Some things aren’t worth keeping.

If I get my way, a ginkgo will go in there. But it will have to be one of the smaller cultivars.

A movie, I get. Croquet? By yourself?

And I AM on the edge of my seat waiting for pictures.