Good bye Base Choir.
I miss you already.
Black Hair
The other day during lunch I was talking with some of my kids about about the different colours I have had my hair. I told them I have dyed my hair different colours of red, I have had it blond, my normal colour is brown, and I have even dyed it black. Upon saying this last colour Mark who is sitting next to me says "eh! I wish I had black hair!" (please remember this is an African child who could not have blacker hair). I looked at him and laughing asked him what colour he thought his hair was. With a foolish grin he responds that for a second he thought he had brown hair and forgot his hair was black. I am still not sure if he really did forget or if he was joking, I kind of think he really did wish he had black hair.
Driving Driving Driving
Well after three long days of driving we are finally home! The whole group is so glad to be off the bus. After our last concert on the morning of the 23rd we had to say good bye to three of our chaperones. It was the beginning of the end. So after our hurried good byes we started our three day drive from Wisconsin back to our home in North Carolina. We arrived here today and it is so good to be home. We have already started our repacking and organizing of all our stuff. Our next few days will be filled with getting the kids pack with everything they need to go home with along with as much play time as possible. The kids are all so excited to be going home, they are counting the day.
Stop And Smell The Flowers
So this morning I went grocery shopping for the next three days of lunches for the choir. As I am walking up and down the isles of a nearly empty store, I find myself completely enjoying myself. There I am piling loads of fruit, bread, and lunch meat into the cart as I listen to the mellow music that is playing in the store; and I realize how much I miss doing normal things such as going and buying food. So as I am taking my stroll with my loaded cart up and down the store, I start to realize how busy I get and then forget to take pleasure in the little things in life. Our society gets so wound up with work that we forget to sit back and smell the flowers. And by consuming our lives with our work and social live of moving here and there, we are robbing ourselves of simply enjoying living. So my revelation for the day is stop and enjoy the grocery shopping, don't always run around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Even if you have a lot to do, take one thing at a time and enjoy what you are doing. Take pleasure in the little things, because it is all the little things that make the big picture of life.
Life with/out kids
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I mean here I am in a hotel room after putting to bed two of my girls. After our concert I snuggled into bed with them and read them a story, we prayed, and now they are sound asleep in the bed next to me. I love being a parent. When I came on this tour I thought, just four months, that is not so long, how attached to these kids will I actually become. Well it has happened. I love my kids so much. I love being a parent, I love laughing with them, having tickle fights with them, hearing their stories from their days, teaching them the right thing, leading them in devotions, putting them to bed, giving them hugs, encouraging them at their concerts, and so much more. This is the third choir I have been with, the third group of kids, and the third group of my children I will have to say good bye to. I wonder if I will always be living these short little time spans of life with so many people coming and going. As God continues to call me down the path that he has for me I wonder if it will always be this swinging door of people and places. If it is, that is fine with me. As I always say, Where ever you are Be all there. And I try my best to live like that. But there are times when I do wish that I could just keep my kids like a normal parent. Watch them grow up and know that they are (hopefully) in my life forever. I suppose I am just getting thoughtful as we are counting down this last month till the kids fly home, and I will be left here once again without children to call my own.
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