I would take time to blog but all my children are still outside looking for the tenth dime. Gotta go...
Read more...Two more days and my man will be home. And just in case you don't know...I AM READY! What am I ever going to do when he goes to Botswana for 16 days? I can't even begin to imagine. But that's not until next month so I just won't go there yet.
The phone is ringing...
Out-of-area...
Tim, it was Tim. Oh...the pitter-patter of my heart. Calm down, calm down. Breath, breath. Okay, I can breath again. Golly this is harder than I ever thought it would be. My blogging thoughts are gone now...so I guess I will leave with "Good night and sweet dreams."
It came. About 9:30 PM. He has made it to Dubai. Tim is officially 9300 miles away from home. The long awaited call came as we were all getting ready for bed. Caller ID showed an out of area call...one we wouldn't normally answer. But the anticipation of seeing who was on the other end overtook me and I yelled for Justin to answer it. It was my very missed man. Justin talked to Tim for what seemed an eternity. In all actuality it was only 2-3 minutes. Finally I was able to hear his voice. Oh, what a soothing sound to my aching loneliness. He seemed tired, but happy. Dubai is 11 hours ahead of us, so as we were finishing our day, his was just beginning his. He said the trip was long...with a lot of delays due to bad weather and rescheduled flights. He made it into Dubai at 5:30 PM (our time), but his bags? Who knows where they might be?
The kids and I are doing fine with him gone. Let me rephrase that...the kids and I are coping in his absence. Whoever said, "Absence makes the heart grow founder" was crazy. Absence stinks!! If he wasn't absent I wouldn't be sitting at my computer at 4:00 in the morning missing him so much. I'd be snug in my bed, sound asleep, knowing in just a half hour he would be up starting his morning routine.
But truth be told he is absent and it is all for the glory of the Kingdom. I am excited beyond words at the opportunity that is before him. He is doing what he does best...telling the good news of our savior, Jesus Christ and teaching men and women of Dubai, UAE the importance of discipleship. My heart and prayers are with him as he fulfills God's calling on his life. May his trip be fruitful and full of joy as he carries out God's commands.
Not such a great picture of Larah but for some reason 
Justin, a dedicated homeschool student, working on grammar.
Matthew being a goofball during a game of SkipBo!
Cayla wining a Texas Hold'em game! She's so cool!
Lucas at the kitchen table after a game of Go Fish. 
Katie coming down from the loft where we slept. I vowed as a child growing up that I would never ever wash and reuse plastic baggies. I also made such a vow when it came to washing plastic, disposable plates and eating utensils. My mom, bless her heart, made us wash plastic. She was vicous. She was cruel. She was brutal. Did she not realize they were made from plastic and were made to be tossed in the trash after the initial use? Did she not realize the pain and agony she caused me and my siblings each and every time we had to do dishes? Because I was tortured as a child, I vowed to myself that my children would never ever have to participate in such ridiculous and foolish activities. My, oh my...how things have changed. We are getting out of debt; we are living on a tight budget; we are cutting costs wherever and whenever possible. Because of our new way of living I have had to force myself to be creative when it comes to saving (not spending) money. So guess what? I have turned into my mom. My children and I wash plastic. Thank you Mom for engaging me in unpleasant and miserable tasks. Thank you Mom for being extremely mean and cruel. Thank you Mom for teaching me to be frugal. You have played an important role in our financial future. And for this I am extremely grateful.
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