Let me start by saying that I love to see God work. Even in the little ways. Here’s a story of one of those “little ways” that happened this morning.
If you get (and read) our monthly updates, you probably read about the busy month we had last month. So, I thought I would just take a minute and share some pictures of May.
I really wanted to write this beautiful story of how my older brother came to be with our family. But, the problem is, I’m not a story writer (sometimes I’m not even really a good story teller). So, I’m just going to share it the best way I know how. And most of it is going to be based on what I remember, and let’s face it, my memory is not always the best. Continue reading
I am always thankful for time spent with friends and family. The time always leaves me feeling refreshed and energized, but I won’t lie…sometimes it also makes me tired. As an introvert, it’s just how life goes for me. Continue reading
I’ve sat down to write several blogs over the past several weeks. And, while I have gotten a few written, I never got to the publishing stage. They’ve all been of the serious nature, with my starting work in the office at Compass Aviation, our trip to Ohio to visit supporters, and various other topics. So, maybe one day I will go back and revisit one of them with the intent to actually share them with you, but today will not be that day.
Today, I’m going to tell you a little bit about the fun we had in the hangar this morning. Continue reading
[notice]I started writing this post on Monday before Snowmageddon[/notice]
5 years ago I moved to the US and experienced my first Ohio winter. Within a few weeks I’d seen the coldest temperatures I’d ever seen and enjoyed more snow than ever before.
see this post for more details:
Most people were surprised when I explained that English winters, particularly in Preston, are wet and the temperatures hover around freezing. Thus when we do have snow it doesn’t last and we end up with more wet.
Being homesick really is a strange and funny thing. Not “ha ha” funny, but just plain weird. I mean, really, we have been here a year and a few months now, this should be “home,” right? I certainly feel like it should be. I hate that I STILL suffer from being homesick. I feel like at this point in my life, I should be past that. I should be better than that. But, here I am.
I thought I might share how homesickness affects me. It’s not been the same every time. Continue reading
So, I know we’ve been a bit absent on our blog over the past few months. Part of that is because we’ve been really busy with trying to keep water out of our crawl space in the new house, we traveled to Ohio for an extra-long weekend in December to celebrate Christmas with my family, we’ve been planning, attending and just “doing” all the holiday stuff; but part of it is we just haven’t made blogging a priority. Hopefully, we can change that going forward, but I know there is a good chance that may not happen. Thanks for sticking with us and reading our infrequent posts anyway.
So, enough of all that. I thought I would share with you what we’ve been up to over the past two or three months through photos. Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago, Andy and I had the privilege of attending a memorial service of a man we had never met. But, while we had never met him, we saw the legacy he left through his family. We are friends with his son and daughter-in-law and their family. And the things we heard about him that day struck a cord deep inside of me. Continue reading
Exactly one year ago today, we were arriving in Shelby after a long drive. Andy had been in a Penske 24 foot moving truck, and I had been driving our car. My dad was with Andy, my mom with me, and a couple from our church drove down with us. It was a hard day. I had left the house I bought on my own a few years before. Leaving all that I had known for just over 30 years. I was moving to a place where we really didn’t know anyone (except maybe a few people we had met in the previous trips to visit Compass).
It was a Friday we arrived. Continue reading