Florida Trip in Pictures - Part 1

We left for Florida early Tuesday morning.  The Drama Queen already had her sunglasses ready.  We had to rent a van for the trip - our van isn't up for any long trips.  It's old and tired.  We are simply praying that it will not give up the ghost before August!
 
This was the fourth time we had attempted a trip to Pensacola - and even this time, we had all but given up.  The sticking point was finding an affordable place to stay while there.  (It's a bit much to expect any family to take in Melissa and I and 4 kids for a week!)  But this time, a friend at OMS headquarters put us in contact with an OMS board member who lives in Niceville and she, in turn, put us in contact with Evans and Susan, a beautiful couple who own a home in Shalimar - just an hour or so from Pensacola.  AND they were heading down to Tampa Wednesday through Sunday evening and were graciously willing to offer their house to us (complete strangers!) during that time!  Being on the receiving end of that sort of hospitality is so humbling and so beautiful. 
 
Their gracious offer reached us just the previous Friday, so as we were wrapping up the last day of school, all of a sudden we had a trip to Florida to look forward to!

So Tuesday was spent in the van.  And, I must note, our kids are better than ever about travelling.  (Just a few years ago, we made our first potty stop literally 20 miles down the road.  THAT was a long day.)  This picture was taken at a rest stop in Alabama.  Dats was determined to wear his sleeveless shirt, even though it was not much warmer than Indiana.
 
We arrived in Shalimar just after dark.  And Melissa and I praised God we made it without incident - during the last hour or so, we saw three or four dozen deer standing alongside the road! It seemed miraculous that none of them darted in front of our van.
 
We had the chance to visit just a bit with Evans and get a tour of the house before everyone was ready to crash for the night.

It had not even occurred to me in our "planning" of the trip that Wednesday would be an excellent day to find people at the First United Methodist Church of Pensacola, but it certainly worked out that way.  We arrived just in time for their weekly lunch - some delicious chicken pot pie.  It has been nearly 11 years since we left Pensacola, and yet, many of the faces greeting us in the church office and fellowship hall were just as we remembered them.

The girls in front of a blooming azalea bush on the church grounds.  The Drama Queen was only a month old when we moved from Pensacola back to Indiana.  The Princess, of course, was non-existent at the time.  Time flies!

We did some driving around in the afternoon and then came back to the church for dinner and a Lenten worship service.  A great day to visit some dear people - with opportunities to catch up on life events and to share a bit about Haiti in the process.

We didn't mind the drive to get back to Shalimar each evening - and it didn't take long for us to make ourselves at home!

Of course the kids could hardly wait to get some sand between their toes, so we took lunch to a nearby beach on Thursday.  It was quite chilly, especially with the wind sweeping down the coast, but our kids were determined to make the most of the water and sand.

I was struck time and again on this trip that our kids are each other's best friends.  They squabble sometimes, of course, but by and large they are super close.  Makes a dad's heart very happy!

At least the beach wasn't overcrowded! Plus, no chance of a terrible sunburn.  Ideal!

Just as much as they had bugged us about the beach - or more! - the kids wondered again and again, "When are we going to Jeff and Sheila's house?"  Thursday evening, we got to spend with Jeff and Sheila.  Here the kids are squeezing some oranges off the tree beside the house after Mr. Jeff used his pocket knife to cut a hole in the top of each.

We had a wonderful seafood dinner and had some time to catch up with each other and with another friend, Jimmy, who joined us all for dinner.

The last time we saw Jeff and Sheila was almost two years ago when we were headed down to Miami in anticipation of taking our kids to Haiti for the first time.  That trip was our way of confirming God's call on our lives to serve him in Haiti.  Now we finally got to share some of the pictures from that trip with Jeff and Sheila in person. 

The kids love to climb on Mr. Jeff!

More pictures to come...

No More Slushies

When I was a kid, my parents owned a "Five and Dime" department store in Shelbyville, Indiana.  My brothers and I had many jobs around the store from an early age: stocking shelves, straightening greeting cards, watching for shoplifters, etc.  There was one job that only the older boys got to do: mixing the sugar water for the Slushy machine.  For some reason, I always thought it was super cool to watch that bag of sugar getting dumped into the five-gallon bucket of water and watch it dissolve away as we stirred it up.  In my eyes, that Slushy machine was right up there with the mechanical horse (that cost ten cents to ride) as the highlight of the store.  We didn't get Slushies every day - when we did, it was a special treat.

Thus, I've got a soft spot for Slushies.  So it is a bit heartbreaking for me to relate the following story of why my own kids will never EVER again drink a Slushy.

At one of our midday stops on the way home from Florida this past Monday we found ourselves in a really clean "upscale" gas station.  Melissa had paid for a coffee at the previous gas station (which was definitely "downscale") and had found it undrinkable.  So now she was on a mission and this place held promise.  When I decided to join her in buying coffee, we felt a bit guilty about our kids having nothing.  After three weeks of denying them dairy, it seemed terrible to deny them a treat of some sort while we enjoyed coffee.  The solution presented itself on our way to the cash register in the form of brightly colored gallons of swirling ice mixture above a massive Slushy machine. Four flavors - something for everyone!  The kids were VERY excited.

By the time we got back into the van, we were all happily slurping away on something.  Most of the kids had mixed several flavors of Slushy together into their cups.

Out of curiosity, I took a swig of The Drama Queen's Slushy: Wow. Sugary!

I thought maybe I had just become unaccustomed to the taste of sugar since I had joined Melissa in giving it up three weeks ago, but within an hour Dats and Ida were in the back seat complaining that their stomachs were hurting.  I noticed the girls, who weren't complaining of any pain, had taken only a few sips each of their drinks.  The boys had all but finished theirs off.  A few emergency spoonfuls of peanut butter were enough to restore some balance to the boys' bellies.

But now I was very curious about what exactly Melissa and I had provided to our children as a treat.  When we got home at midnight, I knew I wouldn't be able to hit the bed immediately after a day-long drive, so I decided to do a little late-night experiment: I took what was left of the girls' now-melted Slushies and combined them to fill one cup full again.  Then I took that amount and put it in a saucepan over heat to evaporate the water. 

When I started to smell burning sugar, I took the mixture off the flame and poured it back into the Slushy cup to see how much had been sugar.  Here's the answer:

And to be perfectly clear, that is NOT just some thick syrup at the bottom of the cup; once it cooled, it could stand on its own, without any help:

The next morning, the kids were appropriately disgusted at this sight.  Not surprisingly, none of the kids asked to consume this blob of sugar and food coloring!  It went into the trash where it belonged.

Feel free to draw your own spiritual lessons from this - I'm sure I could come up with one or two if I were a bit more awake.

But MY only point is this: The part of the parents' job description that says we are to vigilantly guard our kids' well being... that's hard. 

How many of the things offered by this world look so appealing and so very innocent and yet are fundamentally, and sometimes even grossly, unhealthy?  And how do we go about "boiling them down to their essence" in order to see the gunk?


P.S. I can hardly wait to share about our trip to Florida, but I had to get this out of my system first!     

The Food which Perishes

I am paying the price for mentioning a new diet book to my wife.  I saw Dr. J.J. Virgin touting her book on Rachel Ray's TV show one day in December when I was visiting my mom after her fall.  At the time, Melissa was trying to avoid gluten.  She had experienced a phantom pain in her side for a couple of years and, more recently, mysterious swelling in her leg and foot and we suspected gluten could be the culprit.

The "Virgin Diet" takes what Melissa was testing with gluten and expands it to 7 different types of food - and eliminates them all at once!  The author maintains that even beyond the easy-to-spot food allergies that many Americans develop, there are many more food "intolerances" that are more subtle and long-term and, therefore, more difficult to link to the offending food.  The solution?  A grand experiment where one eliminates wheat, soy, dairy, sugar, corn, peanuts, and eggs from the diet for three weeks and then slowly and methodically reintroduces those foods one at a time.  With the system clear of any offending foods, when the those foods are reintroduced, the symptoms of any intolerances should be more pronounced and then easily tied back to the trigger ingredient. 

I say I am "paying" for introducing this book because, like the good husband I am, I agreed to do the diet with Melissa for moral support.  I didn't start with any glaring physical symptoms which might be food related, but after almost two weeks of this diet, I have to note that I am feeling generally more alert and awake.  (I also have to note that I HAVE cheated in tiny, tiny ways ... now and then.)

So once you eliminate wheat, soy, dairy, corn, sugar, peanuts and eggs, what's left??

Spinach. Blackberries. Salmon. Sweet potatoes. Grass. Acorns. Twigs.

Actually, there are a lot of good foods left over - the main hassle is that so much of what we absentmindedly pop into our mouths or into our recipes is processed with one or more of those ingredients.  So substitutions get made and cooking gets simplified.

Out: Milk.            In: Almond milk or coconut milk.

Out: Butter.           In: Butter ghee.

Out: Chocolate candy of all sorts.          In: ?? (C'mon, there's no substitute for chocolate! Thus, the occasional cheating!)

Out: Breakfast foods of all types.         In: "Green" shakes.

The green shakes start with water, coconut milk, green pea protein (because whey and soy proteins are off limit), a banana and a big handful of spinach.  And they look like this:

But only at first.  Then they get a big handful of frozen blueberries or blackberries and they end up looking more like this:

And they actually taste pretty good.  You can't really see or taste the spinach if it's blended well.

And beyond breakfast, we've been eating pretty well too.  Melissa is such a good cook that it didn't take her long to figure out how to compensate for a rather limited list of possible ingredients.  It's a challenge when every menu item that is cheese-based, bread-based, egg-based or corn-based is out!  But here's a typical meal from a few days ago:

That's a beautiful piece of grilled salmon which was marinated in olive oil, lemon juice, thyme, rosemary and onion.  Fresh guacamole.  And grilled asparagus.  My fish was all sad and lonely without it's usual partners (either soy-based teriyaki sauce or dairy-based tartar sauce), so it was happy to find the guacamole ... which was mourning the loss of its corn chips!  It turned into a lovely new relationship. 

Our kids have tolerated the changes in diet pretty well.  We do still serve them some items that are off limit to us: chips and biscuits and brownies and such.  BUT after reading about the link between dairy and complexion issues, Melissa decided to experiment a little on the kids as well.  They have been completely off dairy for two weeks now.  No ice cream, no breakfast cereal, no mac and cheese, no Parmesan on the spaghetti. 

It's slowly killing them.

BUT the Drama Queen's face is now as smooth as a china doll's!  Until we eliminated it, we had no idea how much dairy we were consuming.  We plan to add some back in after another week or so, but at greatly reduced quantities.

So this blog (according to the heading on the page) is supposed to be about us making progress toward the mission field ... What's this diet stuff have to do with ministry in Haiti?

Well, a couple of things.  For one, with all the stresses we anticipate once we hit the field, we want to make sure we are physically fit.  In two weeks time, I have lost 7 pounds and Melissa has lost 10.  And we're feeling great.  AND the mystery inflammation and swelling has disappeared from Melissa's leg.  (The verdict is still out on her side pain.)

Furthermore, the kind of cooking we are doing now is good practice for cooking in Haiti.  Even if we could get all the processed foods we are used to here, they'd be priced way beyond our budget.  And the kids better get used to not having an abundance of dairy products to consume.  Ice cream is a rare and special treat in Haiti.  And the price of cheese is astronomical. 

And finally, this diet is reminding me of what I normally experience during a Lenten fast - and so it's reteaching me some of the same spiritual lessons:  That we are blessed with an abundance of food while so many people around this world would rejoice over a bowl of oatmeal mush.  That our bodies are temples and we are to be good stewards of the temple God has given us.  "You have been bought for a price, therefore glorify God in your body." And finally, that there are parallels between the body and the soul.  When we feed the body junk when it's craving protein and vitamins, we end up lethargic.  And doesn't the same thing happen when we feed junk to our souls? 

John 6:27 - "Do not work for the food which perishes, but for the food which endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you, for on Him the Father, God, has set His seal."
John 6:35 - Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me will not hunger, and he who believes in Me will never thirst.

Back to Work

I've got a new job and thus far it is proving to be a real blessing.  I became aware of the open teaching position weeks ago, applied early in February, then interviewed, and finally received a phone call with the offer as Dats and I were in the Miami airport on our way back from Haiti last month. I started two weeks ago and, as of today, get my first vacation: a week and a half off for spring break.

It's a temporary, part-time teaching position at a local "New Tech" high school - a place that avoids many of the traditional school elements (like bells and lockers) and emphasizes technology, collaboration, and project-based learning.  I have just three classes: two 12th grade English classes and a Creative Writing class.  The former teacher left unexpectedly mid-year and the school filled the gap with a substitute teacher while looking for a replacement to finish the semester. 

So far, it's been a win/win/win/win situation.

Win: The extra income is a definite answer to prayer.  I quit my full-time teaching job over last summer so that I could focus on making contacts to raise the funds necessary to get us to Haiti.  We never regretted that move or the opportunities it opened up, but Melissa's salary has been spread pretty thin over the last few months.  There have been times when it was imperative that the gas tank not empty before pay day.  (Sidenote: the money we have pledged to the missionaries we support on a monthly basis has always been available for us to pass along, even during the lean times.  Praise the Lord.)  I thank God for the lean times this past year because He has used them to teach me not to put my trust in money or to build my identity around a job.  Still, a second income, even at half-time, will undoubtedly come in handy as we make preparations to move.

Win: This new job gets me moving in the morning and puts a positive squeeze on my time.  7:30 to 11:20 AM is now spoken for.  I must confess to struggling more than a bit with self-management some days over the past few months.  When the schedule is wide open, it's too easy to put off important tasks until tomorrow ... or the day after ... or next week.  This new job adds structure to my work week and reminds me each day that time is short and today is the day for me to get my part done if God is going to put us on the mission field soon. 

Win:  I am being exposed to new approaches to education.  I enjoy learning new things and in sharpening my effectiveness as a teacher.  This school is intentionally different and I'm liking their approach to education.  Here, each student carries a laptop.  None of the teachers has his or her own room - all space is shared.  The teachers have their desks in a large central room which also contains conference tables for ease of collaboration.  (The space still retains some of the elements of a traditional teachers' lounge: there are always donuts, cupcakes or cookies on that table!)  Daily agendas for each class are posted online and homework is submitted electronically.  I love the fact that in my Creative Writing class, I can post a warm-up exercise, open a Google Doc and everyone can paste his or her writing there.  Then I plug my school-issued laptop into the video projector and we can instantly see and enjoy each other's efforts.  I am also getting firsthand experience in developing real-world projects for students - which is a great approach to education (within reason).

Win:  New relationships (and thus, new ministry opportunities) abound.  I see about fifty students each morning. As I am getting to know them, I am impressed with the strong personalities represented in my classes ... and saddened by some of the struggles I am already aware of.  With just over two months to graduation, a handful of my new students are failing.  Several are single moms.  One young lady is homeless at the moment - crashing on various friends' sofas each night.  The Lord is providing opportunities for me to offer words of encouragement and guidance. 

So I am thanking God for this new (and temporary) chapter in my life.  It's all good!

Well, ALMOST all good.  I do have 30 essays on Shakespeare's "The Tempest" to grade over spring break!

Dats' Speech Contest

Fatherly pride is oozing out of me lately.  Dats (age 11) has entered himself in a speech contest.  He will be delivering the speech tomorrow evening and I am sure he would appreciate your prayers.  Meanwhile, his sister, The Drama Queen (age 10), has a chance tomorrow to speak about the work God has called our whole family to in Haiti.  The setting will be the homeschool class of her good friend, Anna.  The DQ would also relish your prayers. 

Below is the text of Dats' speech.  He mentions baby Sammy, an orphan Dats met in Haiti last week - make sure you see the before and after pictures of Sammy at the bottom of the speech!

Why My Voice Is Important

            I use my voice to make friends.  A week ago, I was sitting outside in the searing sunshine of Haiti, helping my new friend Travis study for a spelling test. The other kids told me he was the worst speller in the school.  He once missed 22 out of 25 on a spelling test.  As we sat on the sidewalk, I explained how to use the Greek roots to remember how to spell his words. Using our voices to communicate is important.  Using my voice to make friends benefits me and others.

            But there’s another use of my voice that benefits others, even if it costs me something.  My voice is also used to make self-sacrifices.  Only two years ago, I was nine and I won an iPod at a church Easter party.  My dad bought it from me for forty dollars.  Around that time my mom was preparing for a week long mission trip to Haiti.  She explained to my siblings and me that Haiti was very poor – the poorest country in this hemisphere.  A place where the average person lives on a dollar and twenty five cents a day.

            One night, when God’s voice was very clear and evident to me, I came down to my parents’ room.  I asked my mom if forty dollars would help a Haitian.  She said yes.  I told her to give twenty dollars to one Haitian and the other twenty from my iPod to another Haitian.  This was when my voice became a part of God’s plan.

            About a week later, my mom arrived in Haiti. She found two people who could really use the money I had given.  The first person was a woman whose spine had been broken in the massive earthquake of 2010.  She was still in a hospital bed several months later, but in Haiti when you’re at a hospital, you do not get bathed, clothed or fed unless your family provides it.  My voice, that got the money down there, surely made a positive change in her life.

            The second person my voice helped was a man named Enel.  He had just lost his job and his cell phone had been stolen.  Two thirds of adults in Haiti are unemployed or underemployed. He would need his cell phone to get a new job.  The twenty dollars that my voice got to him definitely helped him.  This use of my voice costs me, but greatly benefits others.

            Sometimes it takes a lot more help to make a difference so I have to motivate others to join the cause.  Another use of my voice I have developed recently is to motivate others to help.  I did that two weeks ago by talking to not only my class, but the whole sixth grade.  I used my voice to tell and show them what Haiti looks like and what my mission is.  I was getting ready to head to Haiti for a one week trip where I hoped to visit an orphanage. Through my voice I shared about one particular orphan named Sammy.  He had been abandoned by his parents and left in a suitcase in a vacant house. When he was discovered, he was nearly a year old but only the weight of a newborn.

 My classmates saw my picture of Samuel and instantly wanted to help. Over only one weekend they brought in a ton of stuff!  They brought in baby food, formula, bed sheets and $152 for the orphans down in Haiti. While I was in Haiti a week ago, I got to deliver everything my classmates had brought in.  The orphans were very happy.  As I entered the house, the orphans sang, in English, “We are happy to see you this evening.”  My class and I had just altered the lives of the orphans through our voices.

            And I got to see little Samuel in person, hold him and feed him some of the finger food that my classmates had sent.  A few months ago he had been so small and shriveled up that nobody would pick him up out of fear of breaking him.  He is now healthy and, thanks to my class and me, he will continue being that way.  I had used my voice to multiply the help.

            I know that my voice was made for a special purpose and I will use it for that purpose.  Maybe it is to help people in Haiti.  I think it can do almost anything! My voice can save lives, inspire others, or change the world!

When Sammy was found in the suitcase, he was nearly a year old but weighed only 8 pounds.

And here's what three months of TLC did for Sammy.  Without the birthmark on his chest, it might be hard to believe this is the same child.  There's no counting the ribs on him now!  Sammy's story is still developing - there's a Christian Haitian couple living in the States working hard and praying hard to adopt him.  I will keep you posted.

Back Home

It strikes me as surreal that Dats and I have been back from Haiti just three days.  How easy and comfortable it is to slip back into the day to day life I am used to.  But I discovered just over a week ago that it was just as easy for me to slip back into life at the mission and at Cowman School.  So which one is "Home"?

Dats was certainly feeling that tug of the heart in the direction of Haiti.  On Tuesday evening - our last night in Haiti... for now - he seemed restless.  At one point I thought maybe he had put himself to bed, but when I stood up I realized he was on the couch, apparently lost in silent thought.

He seemed to be procrastinating on going off to bed - sleep would only bring our final morning in Haiti that much faster.  Dats sat around looking like this:

The next morning I had the unpleasant job of being the timekeeper - the one to say (repeatedly), "Say your final goodbyes to the Bundys.  We need to get to breakfast because our ride to the airport leaves at 7:00."  It was 6:30 AM but the Bundy kids were on their back porch and so Dats was there too.  Jake was flat on his back and wrestling the puppies and Brianna was holding and kissing puppies and Alanna, in stocking feet, was dancing around the little piles of puppy messes (unsuccessfully!) and Dats was just soaking it in like he was trying to make a mental recording that would last at least until August.

The trip to the airport was smooth and we were happy to have the opportunity to ride in the back of the big truck, since Don was dropping us up and returning to the mission with a newly arrived team of seven or eight individuals and their luggage.

The flights themselves were uneventful.  At one point, Dats was looking a bit down and I asked, "So are you sad to be going home?"

He replied, "No, I am sad to be leaving Haiti.  There's a difference."

Indeed there is. 

Of course we had reunions to look forward to.  Melissa met us at the Indy airport bearing apple fritters ... and winter coats!

Grandma had the night off from work, so she stayed home with the kids - a good thing since we didn't walk in the front door until almost midnight.  All of Dats' siblings were sound asleep when we dropped our luggage in the living room.  But the light was on over the kitchen table and the table was covered in notes and drawings.

From The Drama Queen:

 

And The Princess:



"yiw are the besd DaD"

And another from The Princess:



I had to turn to the experienced kindergarten teacher for a translation: "Welcome back, Daddy. I missed you.  What about you?"
 

Ida left this one:

 

The P.S. says, "Come in my room when you get home. I might still be awake."

Mixed in with all the welcome home notes was this extra note from Ida:

 

 



The wad of dollar bills was all the money Melissa had paid him over the week I was gone!  (We don't usually pay for chores, but with me out of the house, Melissa wanted to maximize helpfulness and minimize complaints.  I thought it was pretty smart.)

Melissa stood at the table wiping tears from her cheeks.

And me?  In that moment I didn't feel so very far from Haiti.

New Shoes

I wasn't going to update the blog tonight, because I'm dog-tired and because I knew it would take FOREVER to download any pictures with the internet connection here such as it is.  BUT then I opened the file of pics from this afternoon, and I just had to share them - I guess updating the blog here tonight is my way of saying, "I wish you could have been there!"

Jane picked Dats and me up at Cowman School after the final bell - 2:30.  (By the way, my classroom time felt very productive to me this past week - I think I accomplished everything in person that I knew I couldn't over the internet.)  We were happily joined by the Bundy kids.

When we arrived at Jane's house, we quickly headed down the road to pick up the kids from The Potter's House ...

When we got to the orphanage, we found that we had missed them - they were walking by the main road to Bud and Jane's house!  The Bundys got a quick tour of the house.  I didn't get a good picture of the "dining room" the other day, so I snapped one today.  To the right is a long table and the colorful things on top are baskets.  I assume some of the evening's meal had already been prepared and the overturned baskets are meant to keep the insects at bay.  Can you imagine cooking for 18 kids and 4 adults every day?

 

We decided we had better hurry back to the house to meet them.

 

 

They were waiting for us!

It didn't take too long before the boys (and a handful of girls) were playing soccer.  Kids were running every which way.

Some of the girls were clustered around baby Sammy, giving him lots of attention - and he was eating it up.  Bud and Jane say that he's a natural "chick magnet".

 

Like I said, I am tuckered out and unable to write coherently about all the fun we had, but there was one moment that stood out to me and almost brought me to tears.  You see, Melissa had done some shopping for the orphans even before Christmas and had put together several boxes of clothing and toys that sat in our basement while we tried to figure out an economical way to get them to Haiti.

 

(If you mail them in boxes, you have to pay for the cost of postage to a Florida address - which is reasonable enough, I guess.  But then the boxes board a flight where they will be weighed and assessed a $2 per pound charge - payable by the lucky recipient in Haiti!  Not to mention possible taxes that may - or may not - be charged by customs.)

 

So we had hesitated on shipping them - and eventually figured our best bet was to send the items in luggage with Caleb and me along with all the baby food, soap and bed sheets he had collected from classmates.  We were amazed when it all fit and came in within the weight range we were willing to pay for.

 

Some of the clothing was several pairs of shoes.  Well, while the kids were occupied with soccer and other play, Jane decided it would be a good time to bring out those shoes.  I tell you what - I don't think Jane even said a word when she walked back outside with an armful of shoes and that soccer game ended so abruptly that Caleb and the Bundys were left standing on the grass alone, looking puzzled. 

 

An absolute STAMPEDE in Jane's direction.  There was an instant tangle of hands grabbing frantically at the bundle in Jane's arms with little regard for whether fingers were latching on to a boy's shoe or a girl's shoe or whether the shoe even came close to the proper size!

 

It reminded me of Americans at a Black Friday sale. 

 

That's how bad it was.  But my initial shock soon turned to sympathy, of course.  These are kids who have so, so very little.  Who could fault them for battling one another a bit in an effort to replace worn or ill-fitting shoes?  Who couldn't forgive an every-man-for-himself attitude? 

 

But you know what? That initial instinct-driven rush and grab quickly abated and before I knew it I was watching these same kids, plopped down on their butts around the patio, passing the shoes around to test on the appropriate Cinderellas and Cinderfellas. And with a smile!

 

My shock turned to deep admiration.  Even in the face of great need, these kids really LOVE each other. 

 

 

And before we knew it, the afternoon was over and the Potter's kids headed homeward down the lane to prepare for their evening meal - a meal made possible tonight by some of YOU who are reading this.  You know who you are - thank you so much and God bless you.