We just returned home from what could possibly be the last place in America where you can leave your purse with all pertinent forms of identification, all your grocery and gasoline money for the next three weeks, and your new-to-you Nano iPod in your unlocked van with your husband‘s keys still in the ignition for two whole days and walk out to find everything exactly as you left them.
We had a good visit with Craig’s family, ate lots of pie (surprise), and worked a lot on our project (which we formally present next Monday). During the time, I came across this quote from James Hudson Taylor yesterday and it seemed particularly fitting:
“There are three stages in the work of God: impossible, difficult, done.”
I think it’s safe to say we are well into the difficult stage. It no longer feels impossible, but it is far from done. Here’s the proof we worked this weekend:
I turned Charlotte’s lovely dining room table into a version of my desk for two days. I’m sure she was glad to get her unpiled table back when we left today! Here’s proof we did more than work this weekend:
Craig’s grandpa turned 95 on Friday. Guess who still hasn’t outgrown her disdain for group pictures? Ah well, such is life. So, we’re back, but in the final push for the project. If you hear from me again this week, it’s because I’m putting off working on what I’m supposed to be finishing.