Children are so easily influenced and we don’t even realize it.
The sweet babies I work with have apparently become quite fond of just about everything I do. I’ve never thought a child would look up to me so much, and there are five angels that are watching my every move.
*I was told by the mum that the girls were playing pretend and she heard arguing coming from their room. She realized they were all fighting about who was going to be “Sam” in the game of pretend.
*I was preparing to take the 16- and 6-year-old to Walmart to spend their saved up piggy bank and Lou* went to fetch both girls a purse. (She is not very girlie at all mind you, and does not enjoy pink.) She brought out a pink satchel with a bow on it, and her demin purse. She tried very hard to persuade Layla* into letting her carrying the pink one. I settled the argument and just said that Lou needed to carry her own this time and then they could switch next time maybe. Layla slipped the satchel over one shoulder and then I realized the purse was shaped just like mine, and they both wanted to carry a bag the way I did.
*When I first started working there it was in the colder months so I always had tennis shoes on and socks. I would take my shoes off by the door and the girls would make fun of my mismatched socks. A month or so in, Layla came out of the bedroom one evening beaming and pointing at her feet. When I looked to see what she was so proud of, she said, “Look! My socks look like yours!”
*I have nosebleeds. All. The. Time. Usually when I have one I just stick some tissue in my nose for a bit and go about doing whatever I have to do. Such was the case a week or so ago while at the girls’ house. A couple of days later, the mum showed me a picture of Bummer* with a tissue stuck up her nose.
It’s scary the influence we have over children, and the power that holds for the growth of the next generation. When I see famous people and highly acclaimed role models fall, I wonder if they know the impact they have. I know everyone makes mistakes, everyone has those days, but what if one of those days changed a life in the most negative way?
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(Source: shineamongthem, via jessicakarlie)
I haven’t even made it to Africa yet and my mind is already trying to plan a new mission.
Pray for utah…
We successfully hiked two straight hours today, which may not seem like much but for people who love to just sit and be somewhat lazy that is quite a lot.
For two girls who really don’t care to be outdoors, we loved it.
A really pretty butterfly stayed with us the entire hike, as if to keep us motivated and a reminder that beautiful things would come from our strenuous walk.
Life is good. It was so nice to be away from the world for just a little while an enjoy the beauty of things created by my Daddy.
Beth and I are going to try this new thing where we become a bit more outdoorsy.
Tomorrow we are going on a small hiking adventure. I put snacks in my backpack. We should be golden.
In honour of International Museum Day, I will take a Lufthansa flight to Germany and visit a museum there, then get on another flight to Paris, or maybe I should just buy a train ticket around continental Europe and visit all the museums…yeah, in my dreams.
Anyway, HAPPY Museum Day! Here’s a kid’s drawing of what an art “musseme” looks like. That’s a big door. Lots of windows too. Has that kid ever heard of conservation?
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Waiting at the baggage claim for my boyfriend to get home from Guatemala :) He doesn’t know. Shh dont you tell
I have a few things on my mind these days.
most of them involve the juggling act of work i’ve been trying to perform, but God blesses me in taking things away at times. (more on that sweet story later, but for now I’ll just ponder it).
I am feeling God stir and lay out a small plan for me (although small doesn’t begin to cover it because it’s God based and I know it’s going to take a lot of work.)
I’m so proud of my boyfriend for the work he is doing and for the craving he has for God’s word right now. I haven’t been able to find and be with someone like him, well…ever i suppose. I don’t know what the future holds, but after talking to my best friend i am more at peace with not knowing and just letting us be together for however long God intends. I think we’re on a pretty good track so far.
I am seeing little glimpses of hope in my scattered family; my mum almost went to church with me yesterday had she set her alarm, my sister hugged me and apologized for some very hurtful things she said the other day. maybe we’re not a lost cause after all.
what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
I miss this girl too.
Can we plan a road trip soon?
