That baby bump has arrived (I’d hardly call it a bump, it’s a full on belly). I went from looking like I’d had a few too many burritos at one sitting, to looking like (in the words of my sister) looking like I’d swallowed a watermelon whole. I’m a little nervous about how fast its growing… making sure I keep up with my prenatal yoga and daily walks is a high priority, as well as eating more fruits and veggies than anything else. On the other hand, we are so thankful to see that this baby is growing and healthy as can be.
I often can’t share about what is going on with Joel’s work and his students out of respect for privacy, but here is a short video that was made about Hector – a student Joel spent a lot of time investing in and who is now moving in a great direction.
Hector is an inspiration and reminds me of the hope that we have – and I think you also get a little glimpse into how gifted my husband is at working with at-risk youth. Pretty proud of him.
You can also read Joel’s original post and more about Bridging the Gap here.
I haven’t posted anything in ages, I know. It’s been a really busy season for us — which should mean I had lots of fun things I could have posted. I’ll do a bit of catching up, but mostly we have been busy with work and ministry and trying to figure out where we are going from here…
But expect me to post more regularly through the winter :)
Joel calls his grandfather “dad” and always has. I think its endearing, because I used to call my Grandpa “dad” pretty regularly too (I’m not sure why… I guess because there were so many aunts & uncles around, that’s just what he was referred to as the most).
Anyway, on our last visit to North Carolina we were able to all go fishing together at a small pond full of big fish. Dad is the sweetest old man you’ll ever meet, and we had the best time… he laughed with delight every time someone got a bite!Doesn’t he look a bit Clint Eastwood-esque in this first photo?
“There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.” — Annie Dillard