For sharing with friends and family our experiences and thoughts while serving through medical ministry in Africa.
May I find His joy even in my sorrow and His life in my death. To God be the glory!
Saturday, 29 April 2023
Quotes and pictures
Some Molly quotes in between the pictures of our recent days.
“Papa made adorable food with ketchup and mapa and eggs! Mama you try to do that.”
Using up the watercolor paint down the last drops...
“Mama, am I almost a grown up man?”
“Aravis don’t scratch me you’ll make me bloody like the Good Samaritan.”
“Papa was holding his ordinateur (computer) like that, and then the Barry family said “no, you’re not going to America.” (Somehow she got the Barry family and a computer mixed up with Orcxance’s visa interview in her mind)
“Mama, I love chocolate on the inside, it makes me adorable.”
"Mama I need some sugar."
“When I’m a mama I can make chewy balls and give them to my children: Eileen and Aravis.”
Molly: “There was creation! …In the forest and October. Let’s be people. Then there was people! And the seventh day God rested.”
Sunday, 23 April 2023
6 months
Aravis turned 6 months yesterday! She loves to laugh, is great at entertaining herself, and sleeps through the night (most of the time). We are so thankful for her! Almost every day Molly says, "I love Aravis so much!"
Saturday, 15 April 2023
Chickens
Three of our hens hatched out babies all at the same time and when this happens the hens don’t actually know which babies are whose. So all three decided they were moms to all of them. This was fortunate because sometimes what happens is the hens get confused and reject the babies. But, to complicate matters we had to move all our newly hatched chicks out of the parasite-infested shed and away from the other hens who were attacking them. Orcxance got most of the chicks into a bucket and made a safe space for them on the porch. However, since there was one chick we weren’t able to catch, all three hens decided that one remaining baby was theirs so they didn’t pay attention to the peeping from the porch and instead put their efforts into protecting that last chick, since they thought they’d lost all the rest.
After much effort, Orcxance finally had to go to work, and I tried to herd the hens toward the porch, which wasn’t very successful. But finally I managed to grab the last chick and quickly put it up on the porch. It is not an easy thing to get one chick away from three very protective hens, but eventually it was accomplished. It wasn’t until the hens realized ALL the chicks were gone that they started to search for them in earnest. This led to the success of all three mama hens making it to the place on the porch where their 15 chicks awaited them peeping frantically. There was almost immediate peace and the three hens huddled under the bench and collected all the chicks underneath them.
Sunday, 9 April 2023
Happy Resurrection Sunday
I woke up on Easter Sunday morning and it seemed like every other morning, but I wanted it to be different, to seem special and exciting. So after feeding the baby I made little Easter baskets for the girls and then made myself coffee. It didn’t help.
As I stirred my coffee, I thought about how there was no ham, or scalloped potatoes, or friends and family to gather with for a special meal. But of course that’s not really the main point of Easter and we all know that. So I started thanking God for everything He did, and then I realized something important that was missing.
I turned on the speaker and played the Easter Song by 2nd Chapter of Acts and suddenly the sun was shining and I saw Father in the kitchen and heard many childrens’ voices saying “He is risen indeed!” And I was filled with joy.
You could call it emotions or memories of Easters past, or nostalgia and sentimentality, but it made the morning suddenly seem like Easter Sunday, despite the lack of family, cream puffs and ham. The right attitude combined with the right kind of music can change a lot.
Later in the morning we got dressed up for church and I took some pictures of our beautiful children.
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