Oh poor, neglected blog. I've been wanting to write for a while, and at the same time didn't want to start. Writing requires some organization of thought, structure, and congruity of thought, all of which have seemingly abandoned ship, and here I'm left with these fragments, washing up to shore, leaving me to scour the tideline, for any pieces belonging to me, which to use to tell the story.
About a month and a half ago, my family made the big trip across the big pond where we were warmly greeted by US Immigration who extended to my husband the opportunity to have an extra special interview and I was given the opportunity to sit in a tired waiting room with our four kids, weary from sitting on a plane for 10 hours. Thank you. The only bonus out of this experience was that the immigration officer, after interviewing Seth for 20 minutes, kindly escorted us past the remaining steps to required for entry into these United States. I felt important, so everything was now ok.
Since our arrival, our time has been filled with spending time with family and friends, and sunning in the glow of life here. We're enjoying the blessings of fruits vegetables outside of tomatoes, potatoes, onions, carrots, cabbage and bananas. Seriously what a blessing. I am so grateful for this food. I'm grateful for things like Pull-ups and toddler wipes and eye makeup remover and graham crackers. I've lead a priviledged life, and though I so quickly forget, life can be lived (and lived fully) without these conveniences. Because if I think my life cannot be lived without these things then that means that these items are not just conveniences but my owners, dictating what I live and do.
People often tell me, "I could never do what you do." And that's fine. Not everyone is called to do what we do, but everyone is called to something, somewhere. But I always struggle with what to say in response to that statement.
You see, I'm no superhero, I have no (well, few) special abilities, but I try to be faithful to whatever God has asked of me. Because I really believe, that He can do marvelous things through us, we can swim bigger waters and climb higher mountains than we think we can handle.
We just have to ask, what does He want us to do.

What do YOU want me to do?

And you know what? You might be smack dab in the middle of where He wants you to be. And that is awesome, and just as awe-inspiring as those called to the extreme, hairy, hot, locations of the earth. Just because you're asking Him this question, "What do you want me to do? doesn't mean He's going to call you to some crevice in the earth's crust and learn a language that exactly only 72 people speak and serve them carrots.
And it never hurts to ask right?

Unless, you're one of my kids and you're asking me for the 16th time if you can eat more chocolate. Then it's better not to ask.