I’ll explain my title in a minute but want to share a few other items of business before I forget them.
Thanks so much for praying for Cami’s dad and her family! I haven’t heard any news, so please keep praying!
Are you in the mood to LAUGH? Okay, so I was reading some blogs last night and read my friend Kelly’s. It made me laugh. I laughed double, because she reminded me soooo much of my cousin Kelly. They’re both darling and hilarious and so good to people. And they’re both single, but while they would love to be married someday, they aren’t sitting around moping, and they sure as heck aren’t going to settle for just any old guy.
So Kelly #1 made a list of 9 Reasons Why I’d Be an EXCEPTIONAL Wife. I read it, laughed and immediately messaged Kelly #2. “Make a list of reasons why you’d be an exceptional wife. I want to compare it to another Kelly I know. I guarantee the lists will be eerily similar.” I was not disappointed.
I’ve never been a huge dog lover. I like them okay (and I think puppies are adorable) but I’m fine not ever owning one. My friend, Sandi (mother-in-law to Jenn), however, is passionate about dogs, dachshunds in particular. Last weekend, two of their sweet dogs had to be put to sleep. It’s been awfully tough for Jim and Sandi, but just yesterday they got a brand new baby girl dachshund. She’s cute as a button and needs a name. See pics and leave your suggestions on Sandi’s site!
Man, I still have some other blogs I wanted to tell you about. And I still haven’t given you any sneak peeks at the books I’m giving away. Tomorrow! ELEVEN more comments! You can do it!!
And I need to get to my title now, or I never will.
Long story short, you know I’m passionate about other countries and helping people overseas and telling people about Jesus and getting rid of poverty. Well, I often think there’s not much I can do. I can’t exactly travel over there. Too many kids, not enough money.
Well, God gave me a HUGE wake-up call yesterday. I’ve been taking the girls out in the front yard to play the last few days. I don’t do it often enough, because it’s…gasp…an effort. Pushing Nina on her bike, keeping her away from the street, watching the girls do a million things. Plus, then I’d have to talk to people. Wouldn’t that stink? I’d rather get my housework done, sit at my computer, stay cool, not talk to neighbors if I’m not in the mood…
So, last night my neighbor across the street comes over and tells me that my next-door neighbor is in Kenya. His mom died unexpectedly, and as the oldest son, he’s responsible for taking care of everything. His wife and 2 small children have been home alone for a week already. Who knows when he’ll be back? (thankfully, they have a solid community of Kenyan friends who are looking out for them. the mom works long hours at a hospital.)
I had no idea. I also had no idea he was from Kenya. (I thought he was from Jamaica for some reason. Yeah, those are close to each other.) I also had no idea that they just had (or adopted?) another baby. (How did I miss that?!) I don’t even know their names. Just their little boy’s. He’s 3, and he and my girls throw balls to each other over the back fence.
There are probably 100 families in our neighborhood, and there are probably 50 countries represented. I want to go help the world. The world has come to me. “Be faithful in what I’ve given you right here, Marla,” God is telling me. Writing books and blah, blah, blah is all important, but I have needs for you to meet right outside your front door. (We’re taking them some homemade cookies and a sympathy card this evening. And I vow to find out their names.)
I have so much more to say, but this post is forever-and-a-day long already. Thanks for listening! Happy Thursday!