31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... KFC {day 28}

 

Sunday was a l000000000000000ng day ~

a good day, but a long one.

On the road by 6:45, off to visit another one of our partnering churches.

Sunday School - Tim and I with the adult class;

Rebekah, Nadia and Anna with the teens and middle schoolers...

...sharing about Niger.

There is a young man, an exchange student from Ghana, attending that church this year.

The girls really enjoyed meeting someone from nearly back home.

Then sharing, testimonies, preaching for Tim in the morning service.

Before, during and after - lots of mingling, visiting with those in the church - listening and answering questions.

Next came a pizza meal with several from the church,

followed by a small meeting with members from their missions committee.

Then it was back in the car and off to Gammie and Gampy's... not to play, though.

Gampy's been sick... all week; 

Gammie has been in SE Missiour/S Illinois helping with Nana and Poppop.

We decided to pop down and help get the house picked up and cleaned.

So we spent all afternoon.

We asked Gampy if he needed anything from the grocery store.

He wanted tuna (and mayo to mix with it), and a treat for his grandkids who'd helped quite a bit around the house - especially the big girls.

(Jonathan kinda hung out with Gampy, watching his new favorite thing - 

AMERICAN FOOTBALL.

His mama is tickled pink!)

Tim ran to the store... and KFC for dinner.

We enjoyed eating with Gampy and cousin Christina,

cleaned up our dinner mess 

(or we would have defeated our stated purpose for stopping by Lansing in the first place),

and hit the road back for Midland.

It was about 9:30 when we got in.

It was a long day.

Favorite quote... or misquote?

"I've got a riddle of life flowing out of me.

Makes the lame to walk and the blind to see..."

(Just who do you think was singing that?)

Actually --- pretty profound if you think about it a bit... kinda... sorta!

Previous Posts

Squirrel Soup {day 1}

Chimichangas {day 2}

in which I start conniving... {day 3}

in which I have absolutely NO IDEA... {day 4}

when the Taco Bell cooks decide... {day 5}

 Cheese Quesadillas... {day 6}

Eggs, Bacon, Buttery Toast and Watermelon... {day 7}

Rice and Sauce... {day 8}

Grilled Cheese, Creamy Chicken Soup, Salad... a Church Program and an Ice Cream Social {day 9}

We got Brendan! {day 10}

(modified) Italian Chicken Pita {day 11} 

Borscht {day 12} 

Doughnut Saturday {day 13}
...nothing more than junk food {day 14}

Dredging the Fridge... {day 15} 
Egg Fried Rice {day 16}
Amidst much moaning and groaning {day 17}
...dinner chez Grandma Edith instead! {day 18}
Butternut squash mac and cheeze {day 19}
Black bean and butternut squash burritos {day 20}
Butterscotch pumpkin bread with chocolate pumpkin butter {day 21}
Chili, conversation, baby oranges and "really cute little girls..." {day 22}
Comfort food, otherwise known as ~ potato soup {day 23}
Cabbage fritters with a yogurt dip and a yummy fall fruit salad {day 24}
Toad in the hole and roasted squash - seriously! {day 25}
...Chez Culver's... {day 26}
Homemade lasagna... noodles and all {day 27}

cans vs cannots

I recently saw this video on Facebook, titled
 "Someone should tell this girl that this can't be done..."

What are we telling ourselves, what are we telling others, 
when we say "This just can't be done."

How do you feel when you share an idea or brainstorm with others and they outright dismiss it and say, "Never! Can't be done!"

Better yet? How do you actually respond? What do you do? Why?

"Hard work is always hard work..."

Photo by Chris Peterson

Many, many years ago, I was a competitive gymnast.

Unlike most of my teammates, I delighted in the challenge of the balance beam.

Dancing, flipping, leaping and tumbling on nothing but a strip of wood wrapped in suede four inches wide, 16 feet long and lifted four feet above the ground exhilarated, thrilled and terrified my heart all at the same time! Ninety seconds of performing with literally palpable spectator suspense pushed me to try and do things I never dreamed possible.

I no longer relish that public balancing act like I did when I was younger.

On the other hand, I don’t see escape looming anywhere in the future. If I want to… or feel called and compelled to… continue this expat, ministry oriented life my family leads, regardless of where we land, that is one of those things that will remain – the hard work of seeking to graceFULLy negotiate balanced, obedient lives in very unbalancing worlds and situations.

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