They are easier to detect after the fact. They are uncanny encounters, brushes with the supernatural, where the presence of the Lover accompanies us in a very real way, sheltering, directing, loving, moving, giving life to our everyday existence. You can't totally explain the experience, but you leave shaken to the very depths, knowing that you have been kissed by the Divine.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
a rough week
OK, we're ready for some health and healing in the house, so if you are into praying some up for us, we'd be grateful. Emora's had a very rough week. On Fri. she got her vaccinations and was fine for several days. About Monday she had some fever, but they said that was a side effect. Then us 3 girls got head colds. Then Emora had a series of really bad diapers and got the worst diaper rash I've ever seen, although admittedly I've not seen many. Then she started running fever again (which they said the fever would come about a week after the shots). So the poor girl is dripping from the nose or altogether stopped up, she's coughing too, has a horribly sore butt, and feels horrid with fever. She's even eating less, which tells us she really feels awful! Dominique and I are congested too, but it is mostly just annoying.
We are not entirely sure what day we will leave here, as there was a squeduling problem already with our initial date, but we are still thinking the end of May. It will take 2-3 days to get up there. Things are moving along, falling into place. Brian did his first item for fixing up our house to sell. He replaced the sliding glass doors which have needed replacing since we moved in with French doors and they look so nice. It is great that we get to enjoy them for a little bit before we leave anyways.
You wouldn't want a robber running through your back yard, kicking over your sand castle with the police in hot pursuit would you? Hummm, that reminds me of a story of a little girl at #1 Mitchell St. ...
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You wouldn't want a robber running through your back yard, kicking over your sand castle with the police in hot pursuit would you?
Hummm, that reminds me of a story of a little girl at #1 Mitchell St. ...
I love the part where Ivan tells Emora off. Hilarious.
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