Last week I made a quick trip to Katy. My good friend Cindy Anthis sent me a text and said, “hey isn’t it time for you to get your hair done? I miss you!”(I might have moved to San Antonio, but my hairdresser did not.) Indeed, as a new horse owner I was in ill … Continue reading The children understand missions best.
I was immersed in kitchen work, with a group of six college kids eating breakfast at our kitchen table, visitors from A&M and friends of Donny from high school, when my third son, Kevin asked me this question: “Mom what makes you happy?” I stopped and looked at him and said, “that’s a really big … Continue reading mom, what makes you happy?
Phiona wrote to me to report with great excitement that the children all earned the best grades they’ve ever had! Especially Fred did very well in the new school. The old school was going to hold him back and make him do first grade again, though he is sixteen, but the new school let him … Continue reading A celebration for good grades in Uganda.
I can say at last that my thoughts no longer get stuck on what I look like when I consider “who am I?”. That’s not to say I don’t care because I do. It is just that there’s no tension or fear attached to the thoughts around my appearance. For much of my life I … Continue reading Self Confidence and the mirror.
One evening at dinner we were talking about the naughty things our boys have done while growing up. It is always a topic for good laughs. One built a fire and roasted a pigeon he hunted with an airsoft gun then he and his buddy ate it! One yanked down the pants of a boy … Continue reading The Terrible Twos
The thick pot of orphan care needs stirring, and with all the added cultural differences, and selfish motives, it is a real struggle to move the spoon around and mix it up to a smooth substance. Sometimes when I sit down to write about the things that are happening in Uganda I know I’ve lost … Continue reading Trouble cannot stop Mama Tonya
One week ago Jordan sat and took his ACT exams for college entrance. It’s like being on a slide sprayed with furniture polish as I watch my boys line up and prepare to leave our home. Jordan has five weeks left of his junior year, and then he’s going to be a senior. He will … Continue reading Jordan is moving into the hot seat.