Danger Boys... and Sometimes, Danger Girls...

I've been following an interesting discussion on the homeschooling forum I belong to - prompted by an article recently published (Thursday, Jul. 26, 2007) in Time Magazine titled:

"The Myth About Boys," By DAVID VON DREHLE

"...One of the hot books of the summer is a zestfully nostalgic celebration of boyhood past. The Dangerous Book for Boys, by brothers Hal and Conn Iggulden, flits from fossils to tree houses, from secret codes to go-carts, from the Battle of Gettysburg to the last voyage of Robert Falcon Scott. A sensation last year in Britain, the book has been at or near the top of the New York Times best-seller list since late spring.

The Dangerous Book, bound in an Edwardian red cover with marbled endpapers, has many of the timeless qualities of an ideal young man: curiosity, bravery and respectfulness; just enough rogue to leaven the stoic; an appetite for any challenge, from hunting small game to mastering the rules of grammar. It celebrates trial and error, vindicates the noble failure. Rudyard Kipling would have loved it.

These charms alone can't explain the popularity of an amalgam of coin tricks, constellations and homemade magnets, however. Clearly, The Dangerous Book has tapped into a larger anxiety about how we're raising young men. This is a subject worth digging into, because it reflects not just on our sons but also on their sisters, on the kind of world these kids might make together--and on the adults who love them, however imperfect we prove to be. With fresh eyes on fresh facts, we might find that an upbeat message to a newborn boy is not so misguided after all.

THE MYTH OF THE BOY CRISIS "I don't think anyone will deny that girls are academically superior as a group. Girls are more academically powerful. They make the grades, they run the student activities, they are the valedictorians."

Christina Hoff Sommers, a fellow at the American Enterprise Institute, was explaining how she came to worry deeply about boys. In the book-lined parlor of her suburban Washington home, she ticked through a familiar but disturbing indictment: More boys than girls are in special-education classes. More boys than girls are prescribed mood-managing drugs. This suggests to her (and others) that today's schools are built for girls, and boys are becoming misfits. As a result, more boys than girls drop out of high school. Boys don't read as well as girls. And America's prisons are packed with boys and former boys.

Meanwhile, fewer boys than girls take the SAT. Fewer boys than girls apply to college. Fewer boys than girls, in annual surveys of college freshmen, express a passion for learning. And fewer boys than girls are earning college degrees. Even sperm counts are falling. "It's true at every level of society" that boys are stumbling behind, Sommers continued.

Observers of the boy crisis contend that families, schools and popular culture are failing our boys, leaving them restless bundles of anxiety--misfits in the classroom and video-game junkies at home. They suffer from an epidemic of "anomie," as Harvard psychologist William Pollack told me, adrift in a world of change without the help they need to find their way. Even in the youngest grades, test-oriented teachers focus energy on conventional exercises in reading, writing and other seatwork, areas in which girls tend to excel. At the same time, schools are cutting science labs, physical education and recess, where the experiential learning styles of boys come into play. No wonder, the theory goes, our boys get jittery, grow disruptive and eventually tune out. "A boy will get a reputation as hell on wheels that follows him from one teacher to the next, and soon they're coming down on him even before he screws up. So he learns to hate school," says Mike Miller, an elementary school teacher in North Carolina. Miller's principal has ordered every faculty member to read a book this summer titled Hear Our Cry: Boys in Crisis.

In short, society treats "boyhood as toxic, as a pathology," says Sommers--who may have been guilty of this herself when she wrote several years ago that the Columbine killers were emblematic of turn-of-the-century boyhood. But she's right that it's not girls who are shooting up their classrooms--and boys are at least five times as likely as girls to die by suicide..."

The article continues - Here's a link (http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1647452,00.html) if you want to read the whole thing; there are some great photos, too. I've found this whole discussion amusing, interesting and informative, especially as I look back on the antics of my boys:

Recently, Brendan came to me after being out with one of his friends: "Mom, I had to pull a mildy venomous snake out of so and so's finger and I got bit in the process, but it was ok cause the snake just got me with his little teeth, not one of his fangs." As I started to gently (I think it was gently and not completely panicked.) remind him that snakes are not among the list of OK creatures to mess with, he continues, "I had to, Mom! My friend's finger had already doubled in size!"

He is also fascinated with homemade bows and arrows, slingshots, (He has actually become quite a crack shot - I saw him smack a lizard off the wall from about 20 feet the other day and I was quite impressed.) sword fighting with whatever branches or stalks are handy, training an owl (and now he is asking for a falcon), and, of course, proud of all scrapes and bruises he sports as war trophies.

The other day, I heard Jonathan (yes, 2 year old Jonathan) fussing like crazy as he played out in the yard - he was frustrated that Brendan was only half-heartedly "sword-fighting," and he wanted a more vicious opponent. The other day, I found him 15 feet up a tree swinging like a monkey. Just a few minutes ago, a friend brought the kids home from the pool and told me that Jonathan is quite the dare devil, hence the bump he is now sporting on his forehead. The kid loves to jump off the diving board, swim to the bottom of the pool, dive for toys and hold his breath long enough to panic his lifeguard mother! Too bad the heat here kills batteries so quickly and the only time I notice it is when I actually go looking for the camera to document this type of "photo-op!"

So, I get all this for my boys... what is the explanation for my girls? Continuing with the snake theme, a few weeks ago Rebekah and Nadia spent the weekend out in a village with some friends; first thing they said when I arrived to pick them up (as they show me the new doll clothes that they had also made for their American Girl dolls...) was, "Guess what, Mama!!! We helped kill 4 vipers and 3 scorpions while we were out working in the fields.

It is Rebekah who is guilty of the following. A few years back, our family was taking a leisurely stroll through a park and we began to hear a rather large rustling in some of the undergrowth. All of the sudden, a 3.5-4 foot long monitor lizard pops out, hisses and takes off running - the rest of us all stand there with our mouths hanging open; not Rebekah! She takes off, chasing after the huge lizard in true Crocodile Hunter fashion. Yes - we did stop her before she got too far off the trail.

Victoria is already flipping off the diving board and you should see her jump off the 3 meter platform.

But, it also makes me all the more thankful for my more timid and sweet Anna - her adventures only include falling off our horse, and cantering instead of galloping. But don't you dare get her into a chicken fight at the pool - she is vicious.

And, of course, there are the escapdes of my biggest "danger boy..."

No wonder I've been having panic attacks lately... LOL!

Look Who's Sportin' New Earrings!

We finally took the BIG step and took Elsie Mae in to have her ears pierced - the only difference between having it done here and in the States (for us, at least) was that the doctor actually did the piercing right in her clinic. Elsie did really well and likes to look at those sparkly things in the mirror. And now our African friends won't have to ask if she is a boy or a girl: they only look to see if the ears are pierced or not.

Here's a close up of Rebekah Joy's double piercing!

Rebekah Joy has been asking us for several months if she could get a second earring ... she wanted to be just like Aunt Anora and Miss Mary - two people she likes, looks up to and wants to be like. We, her parents, heartily approve of her choices! She also thought it was pretty and would make her look more grown up, and, after all, she is the biggest girl of the family! Well, we couldn't fault her reasoning, so we agreed - and we think she looks just beautiful. Now she's asking when she can start wearing make up... I'm wondering what sort of monster we've now created!.... Guess only time will tell, LOL!

Easter Bonnets ... in August?

Ok, so they aren't wearing "bonnets" - but I made a promise way back around Easter time to send pictures of the gang in their Easter outfits. I don't normally tend to dress the kids in matching or coordinating outfits, but do indulge on two occasions:

1. When we are traveling through airports (it makes it so much easier to find everyone quickly and identifies us as a group); and
2. Easter (It is easy, amazingly cheap, and fun to find brightly colored cloth in the market, then take it to the tailor and have it made into a bunch of matching and cute outfits.)

So.... Here are this year's Easter dresses, and shirts for the boys. It only took me 4 months to stop, plan and coordinate these photos. And it is a good thing I did it now - Rebekah and Anna have already outgrown their dresses!

Nadia ... she's still in that "I have to have a goofy smile if I'm forced to smile" stage... She is looking forward to the beginning of the school year, as she has missed her best friend Zeina over the summer. She has quite courageously stepped out and asked to play softball with the big kids at Sahel Academy. She's not the least bit afraid of the ball in the outfield and has actually had a couple of decent hits!"

Victoria ... who is now back to full health and eating like a horse to proove it. She's our little adventurer, who didn't want to stop swinging to pose for a picture. She has also informed us that she is going to play the saxophone when she grows up!

Jonathan ... He's just too cute for words right now. One of my friends made the comment that perhaps we mothers find our little boys so irresistable because we see such wonderful glimpses of our husbands in them.

Rebekah ... who is growing up daily, right in front of our eyes. She's cooking meals for us, organizing the rest of the gang to clean the house, wanting to hang out with Mama and the ladies, starting to sew, and quite a competent "little mama" for Elsie. Elsie ... too, is growing like a weed and learning new things each day. She has now taken her first two steps and then fell, so has decided for the moment that she prefers crawling. She's often the most difficult to find after church - no telling which friend has kidnapped her!

Anna ... my sweet and lovely homebody. It has been fun to watch her blossom this year, thanks to a wonderful teacher at Ecole Alliance who was able to encourage both confidence and independance. We also think she's going to surpass her two older sisters in height in the not too distant future. I'm looking forward to taking her out for breakfast this Saturday - she doesn't always insist on being heard, so I'm looking forward to some time with just her, to hear more of what is going on in that mind of hers.

Brendan ... Are we ready for our soon-to-be teenager? They grow up so fast. I'm proud of the young man he is becoming and I love his patience and wonderful attitude with his younger siblings as well as the younger children in the neighborhood and our missionary community. We are starting to see the makings of a wonderful and attentive daddy.... someday.... in the VERY distant future!

Sweet Success

Newsflash

Brendan has passed his French Exams. Can you tell he is delighted? or, maybe relieved is a better word. Needless to say, he's glad to have this hurdle behind him and is looking forward to beginning school at Sahel Academy - Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 7:25 a.m.

(And isn't he cute in his nice and cool new haircut?)

Brendan's disclaimer - "Make sure you tell them that Dad MADE me pose like this."

"For such a time as this..."

I think I mentioned before that I'm now teaching the Ladies' Bible study at church once a month. This is the type of opportunity for which I've been praying and it is a fun and challenging way for me to get to know the ladies in our church a little better.

Right now, I'm in the process of working my way through the book of Job, and I've found it terribly interesting. I've read the book before. Last term, as I was writing/translating/ developing the Sheep Tales script for the story of Job, I studied through it, too. So this is my third time through and God has been showing me some "unexpected" things. After much prayer, I decided to share some of these "unexpected" things I believe the Holy Spirit has been teaching me.

How well do you remember the history of Job? He is described as a man, irreproachable and just (not meaning perfect or without sin, but that he lived in such a manner that other men had no reason to accuse him of wrongdoing); a man who respected the authority of God to order the events and happenings of his life, it is written that he "feared God," and kept himself far from evil deeds. He was incredibly wealthy and a bit of a celebrity, well-known throughtout the lands east of Palestine. One other characteristic that is clearly evident is that he is loathe to offend God: in thought, in deed, by his actions or his lack of actions. This can be clearly seen in that he continually interceded for his children - in case they had purposefully or accidentally offended the Lord, and when his wife advised him to "curse God and die," he called her a foolish woman or a "woman lacking good sense."

What does it mean - to offend God? Synonyms for that word "offend" include: insult, scorn, refuse to honor, trespass, transgress, provoke, affront, outrage... Psalm 10.3b-4 describes the man who has no fear of offending God: "He... reviles the Lord. In his pride the wicked does not seek him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God."

Job is not at all like this. God himself describes Job one of a kind: "blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil."

As I have been studying this remarkable man, I was surprised to find one particular "expected" description missing, at least during the beginning chapters of the book. He is not described as a man of faith... Yet, I have always considered him a man of tenacious faith who clung to God even when he felt completely forsaken.

What happens to Job? At the suggestion of God, Satan - the "Accuser," targets Job for an enormous, severe, concentrated and vicious attack. Incredible, right? This attack only comes after God points Job out to Satan. This begs the question why - but I don't find an answer except that God is God and He does know best. As I look at all the suffering in the world, that is not an answer that satisfies me; but I do know that God is righteous, just, holy, gracious, loving and merciful - so I still have to trust.

More specifically, how is Job attacked? First, he loses his herds of cattle, donkeys, sheep and camel as well as all of the shepherds employed to care for them. Then, all ten of his children who were gathered together for a celebration are killed when a desert storm destroys the home where they were staying.

Job's response are the well-known words: "Naked I came from my mother's womb and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised."

But Job's testing continues. What happens next? Job himself is struck, from the top of his head to the bottoms of his feet, by a terrible and painful skin disease. His wife, then comes to accuse him and follows up by encouraging (or provoking) him to violate his conscience and sin by cursing - offending - God. I've already mentioned his response to his wife.

Yet his trials continue... Job's three friends come, in theory, to comfort him. Instead they begin to blame, to demand repentence and to debate with him as to why all of this misfortune has befallen him. Reading through Job's responses to these men, I have been overwhelmed by the depth of his suffering, his frustration and his bitterness. He never once contests whether God has the right to do as He wishes to, with and for Job- after all, Job is His creation. But Job longs for death; I think it is safe to say that at that moment, Job no longer wants to be one of those creations. It was in reading through Job 10 the other day that the Holy Spirit showed me a connection, however, with another passage of Scripture:

"Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me? Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again? Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese, clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews? You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence watched over my spirit. But this is what you concealed in your heart, and I know that this was in your mind... Why then did you bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died before any eye saw me. If only I had never come into being, or had been carried straight from the womb to the grave! Are not my few days almost over? Turn away from me so I can have a moment's joy before I go to the place of no return, to the land of gloom and deep shadow, to the land of deepest night, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness."

As I read this, I thought, "Job clearly sees the sovereignty of God, but is not seeing it through trusting eyes of faith." Then, as I reread the bold-faced phrase above, emphasizing the word "this" I thought, "Now where have I heard something like that before?"

I thought immediately of another Old Testament figure in the Bible - a beautiful young woman named Esther. Who was Esther? She was a young Jewish maiden who, because of her beauty (within and without) became the favorite wife in the royal harem of Xerxes, king of Persia. Esther won his love and favor; he thought of her with tenderness, but he did not know her ethnic background. His prime minister, Haman, fiercely hated the Jews and so concocted a plan to destroy them. Esther's uncle came to her to present the plight of her people, asking her to intervene on their behalf because of her position with the king.

At first she resisted, to which her uncle replied: "And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?" The end of the story? Esther does intervene on behalf of her people, saying "...Go, gather all the Jews... Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my maids will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish." Esther is granted the king's favor, and her people were saved. But can you see the connection?

"But this is what you concealed in your heart, and I know that this was in your mind." -Job's words.

"And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?" -Esther's uncle's words.

The this refers to challenging, difficult and heart-breaking circumstances for both people. Job, like Esther, was born and placed exactly as he was because he was God's man to face this particular circumstance. Esther found, in the encouragement of her uncle, the faith to seek God's favor, but then to act. Job, at this particular point in the book, is paralysed by his lack of confidence in God's goodness despite all that has happened around him.

And you? Are you facing circumstances in your life that paralyse you? What this is staring you in the face? I just faced one - Victoria was very sick as I was preparing this particular study - she had both malaria and typhoid and was not improving with oral medications, which, of course, meant hospitalization. As we headed back to the clinic, however, after praying with Tim and another friend, I chose to take my study materials with me and to continue preparing, trusting that God would touch her little body and that I would be able to teach that study. Borrowing the words from a popular movie, I was "preparing my fields for rain," trusting God to take care of the situation. That was a "Wow!" moment for me. I trusted God to provide in a very specific way and then chose to act and saw Him respond. It didn't all play out the way I had expected, but I could not doubt the evidence of His hand.

In the life of Job, by the end of this testing, I do believe he had become a man of faith - not in spite of, but because of, as a result of "this:" these circumstances that were so difficult, so painful, so hard. He came to know the Lord in a deeper way than most people will during their lifetimes - God spoke to him out of the storm. God showed himself more mighty and more powerful than Satan - that when a man chooses God, inspite of our frailities, our lack of belief and faith, and our tendancies to doubt, nothing can snatch him out of the hand of the Father. Could it be that God loved Job so much - therefore He allowed "this?"

If you are anything like me, you might be thinking, "Ummm... I'm not so sure I want God to love me like that?" But as I seek to know God, I have to ask myself who God really is. I cannot confound God with my ideas concocted in my head of who I think He is. I cannot make God fit into an image or a mold that I myself have made. "When I let my preconceived ideas fall away, I can then leave a properly clean slate open, ready to welcome suprising newness..." I am open to the truths that God wants to teach me. (Quote from the preface to Job in Bonne nouvelle pour toi, a modern day French translation of the Bible.)

Without knowing all the reasons, perhaps without knowing any reason, I can trust that all He does in my life has a goal of drawing me into a closer relationship with Him, is for the purpose of knowing and trusting Him more intimately. If I acknowledge that He has the right, then I must choose to trust Him and place my confidence in Him and the results He chooses.

In light of this, the following words take on a deeper meaning for me: "But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ - the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His suffering, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. All of us who are mature should take such a view of things..."

Yet ANOTHER trip to the zoo.

The zoo (or Musée, as we usually call it) is a favorite place for our children. It isn't like a zoo in the States - it is small and the animals don't receive the care they would in the Western world. But it does have some unique features...

A trip to the Musée is pretty much a standard "touristy" thing we do when we have visitors. When a young man, passing through Niamey for his college internship, decided he'd enjoy a trip to the zoo, our gang was delighted. Here is a sampling of photos from their outing.

This lion is keeping a really close eye on Jonathan ... so is Tim!

Here, Brendan is counting up how many lizards he thinks he'd have to catch to feed this owl, an owl several times larger than Silver, his pet owl.

No need for a petting zoo when you can reach your hands right into the cage to love on some of the animals...

Here, we see that Jonathan escaped from the stroller to take his turn petting the little gazelle.

Posed in front of some of the fossil dinosaur bones that have been discovered in Niger sections of the Sahara Desert. We all enjoyed this exhibit more before they enclosed it. Then, you could walk right up next to the dinosaur fossils. Now, you can only look from a distance.

Tori and Anna gazing at a another grazer...

One highlight of each trip is when they call the hippo up out of her pool to feed her for you - amazing and scary as you gaze down into that ENORMOUS mouth. I'm always thankful that I'm up here and not down there...

Brendan took this one - otters are his favorite animals. It is cute, fun animal to watch.

Mr. Brenson posed with the girls by the civet cat exhibit.

Last, but not least, on a hot & humid Niger summer day, there is the obligatory Coke at the zoo buvette. Too bad the waitress dumped a coke all over Nadia; but, as you can see, she's still smiling!

And there you have it, another fun-filled morning at the zoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thankful for Victoria

It really isn't any fun when one of the kids is sick, especially when they get really sick. That is always something I struggle with, living in Niger. Sure, I know kids get sick where ever it is that they live, but that doesn't make it any less scary...

Last night and this morning, Tori was one very sick little girl. She is doing much better tonight, as we've been able to get the necessary medications into her little body - we are treating her for malaria and typhoid.

And right now, we are so thankful:

• For adequate medical care available 24/7 less than a 10 minute drive from our house.
• A doctor who knows our family, cares about our children and does the best she can with what she has to work with.
• The rest of our gang, who is genuinely concerned when one of their siblings does get sick and who do a great job, pitching in to help whenever and where ever it is needed.
• Friends and family we can call and/or write - who pray faithfully and fervently for our kids when they are sick.
• For our sweet, stubborn and headstrong, determined, and very often just plain 'ole ornery Victoria! Tim says of all the kids, Tori is the most like her mama. Most of the time... that just drives me crazy! However, throughout the day today, as I watched how hard she worked to start "getting better," I'm in awe of who this little one is becoming, and I am thanking God for this wonderful little masterpiece He has loaned us for a time named Victoria.

  

The Real Hidalgo (???)

SANDSTORMS!!

They ARE impressive.

Remember watching the movie Hidalgo? The scene where the man rides the horse, furiously gallopping to escape a huge sandstorm? Until I moved to Niger, I thought that sort of representation of a sandstorm was hugely exaggerated... except that we've had two sandstorms just this season (so far) that have looked remarkably like that scene from the movie. In fact, this picture was taken just yesterday morning...

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...Ok, we know, this is supposed to be a blog page, not a "blague" (If you don't get it, check out the meaning of "blague" in French), so here are a few pictures we really took, still in their unaltered form, as the sandstorm moved in yesterday. What was super cool was that the storm moved in from the north, so we were able to sit on our terrace where the house sheltered us from the worst of the sand, dust and wind - and experience it as the storm moved right over and around us. What was super incredible is that the men working on cementing the 2nd floor and roof of the house they are building in the concession next to us continued to work right through the storm. The first two pics were taken yesterday morning. The third was taken as a storm rolled in off the desert from the east over one of the Niamey markets. Amazing, aren't they?

(photo by Brian Trutwin)

PS Richelle cannot take much credit for this blog entry - she was only the executor. Tim was the creative inspiration.

Elsie Mae and the French Fry

Elsie is not terribly interested in solid foods.

And, she'll be 10 months old on July 12th.

Sure, she eats applesauce, mashed bananas and mangoes, yogurt...

occasionally she'll let me get a few bites of pasta or rice into her mouth...

But other than that, she still prefers milk.

Unless...

... you hand her a french fry. She REALLY likes french fries. Is that a crazy "first food" for a baby? YUMMY!

Wonderful Heritage

A few weeks back, Richelle and her mom were chatting on Yahoo Messenger, and Mom mentioned that she had been working on Nana & Pop-pop's photo albums. She had also scanned several photos, which she has since passed along to us through Yahoo's photo sharing. It has been so much fun sharing these photos with our children and with our African friends. Honoring your parents and grandparents is an important part of the culture here; the fact that our parents and grandparents support us wholeheartedly in this ministry helps in building bridges.

We can't wait until we are home later this year- Everyone is looking forward to a trip to S. Illinois to visit Nana and Pop-pop... Unfortunately, it will probably be too cold to sit on the porch swing, drink coffee and visit, but we treasure each opportunity we have to see them and to let our children meet and/or get to know them better.

Enjoy the photos-

Nana with her sisters.

Nana as a young teen.

"Mama, she's beautiful!" was Rebekah's response.

Pop in uniform. Brendan found this photo very impressive.

Their wedding picture. Victoria says that Nana's hair looks long

just like hers, " 'cept not white."

Home after their honeymoon. This is Anna's and Richelle's favorite picture because they look so happy.

Jonathan liked this one of their growing family with

Mom and Aunt Donna.

It was the baby that caught his attention.

After several opportunities to go "bird huntin'" with Pop-pop,

this was Tim's perferred photo.

Any guesses who the baby is in this picture?

Nadia knew right away - it is Richelle.

Nana and Pop-pop are on either side;

Grandma Stewart is holding her.

Their 50th wedding anniversary.

What an example for the rest of us!

And Brendan was there - so was Rebekah, although she hadn't made her offical appearance yet.

This is Richelle's other favorite, taken Mother's Day, May 2004.

Pop-pop is so handsome and Nana is still beautiful as ever!

This is the most recent picture we have of them, taken with Nana's sister, Aunt Marge just this past April. We could never thank them enough for their faithful prayers and support. Even though we are so far away and can't get back to see them often, they are often in our thoughts and prayers, too.