And watching movies set in Europe. That makes me want to run away to Europe too.
One day I just might, you know. I'll take my man and our babies with me too. I like them.
This is me at Youth Camp, 2011. Best weekend ever! On this particular morning, we rolled out of bed at 6am to climb a hill and watch the sun rise while we took communion together.
I have about 5 layers of clothing on in this picture, and I was still defrosting.
My hair is pretty huge. I used to have shiny, straight hair. Not dead straight, but more straight than it is now. It used to just curl by my temples. I had to blow-dry it upside down to get volume into it. Envy for my beautiful cousin, Nikki, and her mass of black curls, was eating me up (ok not really, but I always loved her hair). She can tie it in a knot or stick a pencil through it, and it stays put.
After my first baby, I got a crinkly patch on one side... by the fourth baby... let's just say I blow-dried my hair once and our boarder yelled in fright. I looked like a lion.
These days, I go to bed with my hair wet and full of straightening serum, and wake up with a full head of curls. I can tie it in a knot and it stays put, where it used to slide apart the minute I let go. I'm pretty sure I could stick a pencil in it, after a few days without washing it. I'm just too busy trying to calm it all down to remember the pencil trick. And at 6am... let's just say I didn't care about my hair.
What's all that got to do with ironing? Absolutely nothing. I'm sorry. But if you want me to do your ironing, you'll have to pay the price. Hugs and cups of tea. That's what I'm all about.
And the sign I'm holding up? That's me... my identity statement. It sure doesn't say everything about me, but it does sum up something of what motivates me and keeps me going. Somewhere out there is a kid who needs a hug from me today, a smile, encouragement. They need me to remember their name, and if they have an exam this week, or they're sitting their driver's license. They need me to notice when things aren't going too well at home, and they need me to listen to their troubles. Most of all, I have discovered that they need me to say the "boring" thing, the thing their Mum would say if they would listen to her. They need to hear what the Word of God says about their situation, and they need to be told when they are off track.
My 'babies' are the four I birthed and parent every moment of the day. My 'kids' are the ones I adopt from all over, they are the kids I minister to at Youth Camp and Summer Impact. Whenever I see them, I want them to know that God loves them and He has a plan for their life. And that I love them, and I believe in them. They can do great things, if they partner with God.
I adore my kids, they are the best!
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