We are hurrying to finish our summer. Hurrying to squeeze in a day with Daddy at the pool (tomorrow?) and to do the jobs on the summer list (paint all the outside doors, that I wish I could do). I'm thinking we'd rather hide inside while it's cookin-hot and then take time for outside jobs later when the weather is less dramatic. I'm so excited for school to start - the kids aren't so. Why aren't they - they aren't losing their love already?!
Anna is on the move. She is creeping around tables and tonight at small group she crawled to my sprawled legs on the floor, squatted and pushed up - ta-da, she stood up. Even lifted her arms up high as if to declare "ta-da! I stand!"
Kevin is late-night fishing tonight, because he can - exactly 2 weeks before he goes to school. I am staying up a little bit later to check out sponsor-a-child options. We need to sponsor at least 2 more. I'm very certain of that. To match Ruby and Pete. We still have sweet Habib to match Isaac. Maybe 3 - can you sponsor babies? Don't know.
Started reading Radical by David Platt again today - then read Galatians 4 and I am reminded of the word zealous. I'm generally a zealous sort of girl - I rather like the radical label. Because my God is worthy of zeal and drama. It is good to be reminded. He is the MOST worthy of my zeal and drama and zest and hope. Only He can deliver.
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