one day at a time

Not much has gone the way we planned it. Not much at all; but we have felt the grace of God so strongly these past two weeks. It has been so evident from the beginning that He is right here with us.

When we were half-way to Florida, we got the call that grandma was in the hospital. She had to have surgery the next morning. Crazy as it sounds - she wanted grandpa and I to go anyways. The timing of the whole thing worked out perfectly, mom was able to stay with grandma in the hospital - and grandpa and I were actually able to take the trip.

It was definitely an unforgettable experience. I took about 600 photos... Mountains, villages, insane traffic moments, but the children stand out the most for me. Still being away from home, and with limited access to all my photos at the moment - I've only been able to load a few pictures of the kids we worked with every morning. Mostly Spanish speaking, but a few Haitian immigrants too. It was such a blessing to spend time with these sweet kids.

I promise to have more when I can... Meanwhile, please keep our family in prayer. The news for my grandma has not all been good, but we are trusting in the Lord - we have really felt His presence in the midst of this.

Adios!

Today's the last day. Tomorrow, Mom, Joe, and I - will be leaving early. (Hopefully early.) Mom and Joe will be spending time with my sister and her family while I'm in the Dominican Republic with my grandparents. The sad part about this trip - is that my Dad is not able to take off work to come with us. We've never been on a trip like this without him before - so it is going to be very strange; and we will all miss him so terribly.

That means today's the last day - to do all those things there are to do the day before leaving home for two weeks. We're packing, cleaning, baking cookies (and stocking the fridge) for Dad, and taking just a few moments to give special attention to a little dog.

The poor guy doesn't realize we're leaving yet. I try not to think about him being all by himself (with exception of the bird) all day. He will probably look something like this tomorrow morning, when he sees the car being packed with luggage. (Never a good sign.)

That's what we call his "Sunday morning face." We are blessed with a church where we get to stay for lunch and fellowship. Well, somehow Spencer always knows when it's Sunday. (The Sunday clothes and crock pots must clue him in...) That's when he mopes to his big yellow chair and looks out the window. Knowing that we will be gone all day.
We'll miss him too. He's such a cheerful little dog. (Except on Sunday mornings...)

It might be kind of quiet around Shirley Goodness and Mayhem for the next two weeks, depending on how often I come across some Internet service. Don't forget about us; Lord willing, I'll be back soon.

in His hands

My plan for today, was a post with a few more details about the upcoming trip to Florida that I've briefly mentioned. Florida actually isn't my final destination this time.

It has been a dream of mine, ever since I was very small - to visit a Spanish speaking country. I love the language, and after three years of studying it in high school - I've been looking forward to a chance to "use it."

An opportunity finally opened up for me this past year; a chance to go on a missions trip - into a Latino country, and even more incredibly- to go with my grandparents! Suddenly I find myself realizing, that the trip is only a week from now - and the country is the Dominican Republic. The country that shares it's island with Haiti.

When I heard about the earthquakes there last night, I had no idea what kind of damage the DR might have. I was prepared for the news that the trip might need to be canceled. I really have an overwhelming peace, knowing that it is in the Lord's hands. As of this morning, the report is that the DR is okay, and the trip is still on. I've said all along, that I won't be excited about going until I'm actually there. Life has made somewhat of a realist out of me I guess. :)

I would appreciate prayer as this trip draws closer. What I long for most, in all of life - is that the Lord's perfect will is carried out, and that's my prayer here. There's such a joy in seeing His providence at work. I know it's not ironic that our trip was planned for this time.
Please also - do not forget to pray for the people of Haiti. My mind cannot comprehend what they suffer on a normal day, let alone in a disaster like this.

Return of the Neighbor's Cat

I just have to post this photo for the sake of it's priceless irony...

The attack cat legend existed around here way before this cat did. I'd say the sign has been hanging right there on the bell pole for at least eight years. Well, this young whipper-snapper of a neighbor's cat came along one day, to claim the pole, and the title, and the glory that comes with it.

The first time he ascended; it was in an effort to escape a spastic little cat chasing monster. (Namely, Spencer the dog.) Since then, he has returned to his spot - on a daily basis - for reasons that are not yet apparent to us. I think he likes the odd looks people give him when he's up there. We've had more than one visitor sort of pull us to the side and ask... "So, the cat -- with the sign-- Um, what exactly does he do?"

Well, he hasn't done anything yet. Except sit up there and look superior. It is rather disgusting; considering the fact that he really doesn't even live here. I do sometimes wonder what he's thinking about when he's perched up there; but I usually try not to.

We decided to just leave him alone, and let him do his thing - so there he sits; horrifying all who see him. I suppose I could remove the sign; but what's the fun in that?

keeping warm

As the temperature dips into the single digits...

We're keeping warm; with Mom's chicken tortilla soup.
(With sour cream and guacamole...)

Hoping; that the big sheep who always waits for the coldest night of the year to have her lambies - will do something different this time. (It'll be any day now...)

And smiling; because this time next week - we'll be on our way to Florida.

(Lord willing...)

snow day

I had been in the house all day, where it's nice and warm - but - a little dog named Spencer that does adorable tricks for twigs drew me outside. Joe came out to play with my new camera, and it was fun - until Spencer ate the twig. He eats much, much, worse things; so I think he'll be okay. (Typical Spencer Mervis behavior pattern.)

Then, Huck let me have my picture taken with him. (That's "Buster" in the background.) Huck is mid-bark; as usual. Many have tried without success to get a photo of this dog with his mouth shut... Just pretend he's smiling. He really likes to bark. Especially at Spencer.

Huck thinks he's Spencer's drill sergeant. Some people find Huck irritating. He needs all of the attention focused on him, all of the time. (I refer to it as a different type of "attention deficit" disorder...) He's not even able to enjoy the attention he does get, because he's so distracted with keeping everybody else at an acceptable distance. You either love him or you hate him. I'm kind of partial to him myself.

The fun in the snow just wouldn't have been complete without chasing the neighbor's cat (who thinks he lives here) up the garden fence. Spencer likes to deal with this cat using his "junk-yard dog" voice, which sounds absolutely hideous. (Joe rescued the cat immediately after this shot was taken. Letting the cat learn his lesson was not worth the noise pollution we were all enduring.)

No; the cat did not decide to go home. He still wants to live here for some reason.

We are like Sheep

It's snowing... and has been snowing, all day long.
It's the beautiful fluffy white kind of snow though, so I don't mind, but I guess I'm not exactly outside living in it, like some sheep I know...

I went to visit and feed them lunch this afternoon; and found them standing in the snow. Several of them were laying down - with a four inch layer of snow on their backs. I have to say they looked pretty absurd. The joke is - they actually have a barn; and two extra shelters. Why don't they use them? I haven't figured that out yet. I suspect it's mainly due to something that's partially missing in their cerebral cavities. Or maybe they just happen to like snow, and rain, and tornadoes with hail, and everything else they stand out there in. It's possible I guess.

I can't talk too badly about sheep though. Every time I do, I recall a humbling fact. I remember that God often used sheep as an illustration when talking about people... After seeing the poor needy creatures everyday; seeing their needless fear, their slowness, their helplessness; I know it's not a complement, but I know it's true.
We need a Shepherd every bit as much as they do.


With that; I find it harder to criticize their ridiculous behavior, even if I can't resist smiling about them.

I felt even less like poking fun at the sheep after I spotted a creature with a supposed higher IQ doing the exact same thing...

I'm not sure if he was attempting to look like a snowman, or trying to make me feel guilty for sharing his cake story yesterday.
Maybe our animals just have a thing for snow.