In Christ Alone our Hope is Found

(Written yesterday morning-ish) We are on the road now just coming up to the border as we drive home from a great week in Ontario. Our drives usually go quite well. The kids are getting older and are used to it now. I love that even Grace is starting to know the drive.  Once we get in the Sarnia area, she starts asking if we are going over the big bridge. She loves the bridge. We really enjoy being in St Thomas with all of our family. We always leave with mixed emotions. We are ready for our own house and routine, but we love being with all of our people. Every single time though, I regret not being able to visit everyone I want to visit. We give our family first priority, but once our family is visited, there is not much time left over. We don't even hit all the brothers and sisters. I could fill 3 days of solid visiting with non family people. Maybe when we go back for a week in June, while Ken is in meetings, I think I will try to set 2 days aside and just visit. (: We are

I am someone who can watch a movie over and over. I read the same books over and over too.  I don't really do book reviews, but there are 2 books in particular that I love and want to share with you. The first is End of the Spear . I have it on my ipod and I must have listened to it at least 15 times. Crazy. I know! I know it inside and out. I always laugh (really hard) and cry (just as hard) at the same parts. Right now Micah is listening to it for the first time. That tickles me! When he is done, I will have someone to chat with about the book. (: It's the story of Steve Saint (He is the son of Nate Saint, the missionary killed in Ecuador with Jim Elliot.) The book is about how he went back to the jungle as a kid and then again with his family later in life. It's about how he is letting “God write his story". Through this book I also got to know the tribe that killed his father and how Steve and his family have adopted them as their family. The man who

Last Monday night, Siah jumped out of the van too early, his coat got caught on his seat, so he couldn't jump clear. Our big honking Honda Pilot ran over his foot.  Ken had taken the kids to the park for half an hour after supper to feed the ducks and give me a little quiet. I was doing dishes when Naddie came screaming into the house that dad ran over Siah's foot. The terror in her voice shook me for a few days. The 'Mom' that Josh gave me when he came in makes me a bit teary yet. My kids were shaken to the core. Ken came in with Siah and laid him on the couch and he was shaking and screaming. My poor little Siah. I hugged him and rocked him until he calmed down. I gave him my ipod with some cartoons on it to distract him. Within 15 minutes he was sitting quietly doing just fine. His foot had some black tire marks on it, but there was nothing that looked odd. It was a little swollen, but no funny colors. A little while later, he hobbled on it. He wasn't