Oh Deirdre...

She's got to be one of the funniest people I know. And if you knew her - you'd absolutely love her. She's got a phobia of closeness and a well-founded view that she has no plans to have children... or marry, for that matter. She loves her some Ultimate Fighting and her favorite movie is The Punisher... she's unlike any other girl person I have ever known.

She's hysterical. I don't think I've ever been around her and NOT laughed at something.


So I had to post her reply to the Girlfriend's Survey I sent out today. I don't typically send these kinds of things out, but I'm SO glad that I did because she literally had me laughing out loud at work, almost to the point of spewing water out through my nose. Good times indeed.


So here it is - Deirdre's Survey Response:



2009 Girl Friend Survey

Welcome to the 2009 edition of getting to know your Friends. ' press FORWARD ' then change all the answers so they apply to you, and then send this to your friends including the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little things about your friends that you might not have known!

1. What time did you get up this morning?
5:45am, 6:05am, and finally 6:15am
2. Diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds. Most women under 40 who wear pearls are either bipolar or schizoid.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Madea Goes To Jail. I would’ve gone to jail once if I hadn’t kept myself from running over my dad in a parking lot last year.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
I don’t watch TV. It kills brain cells.
5. What do you usually have for breakfast?
Who cares?
6. What is your middle name?
Michael (Yes, I know it’s a guy’s name. Get over it.)
7. What food do you dislike?
All of it. Look what it’s done to my body.
8. What is your favorite CD at moment?
Who listens to CDs anymore??? Oh well, anything Led Zeppelin is my fav.
9. What kind of car do you drive?
What kind of stuck up question is this? What if someone doesn’t have a car? What if someone can’t afford a car??? Is this to allow people with new cars to show off and rub it in everyone else’s face??? I refuse to answer this question. It sucks. (FYI- I drive a 2009 Scion tC Coupe and I look freakin’ awesome driving it…)
10. Favorite sandwich?
Knuckle Sandwich
11. What characteristic do you despise?
I don’t even want to think about this. It’ll just make me angry.
12. Favorite item of clothing?
Shoes. Hats. Fishnet Trouser Socks. Boots. Coats.
13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
Michael Ealy’s House (HELLO!!!) Of course, most of you probably don’t know who he is because you didn’t see “Barbershop”. Just google him.
14. Favorite brand of clothing?
The kind that’s on sale.
15. Where would you retire to?
I’m too freakin young to think about that.
16. What was your most memorable birthday?
My birthdays always suck. I try to 4get them.
17. Favorite sport to watch?
MMA
18. Furthest place you are sending this?
Who knows…
19. Person you expect to send it back first?
My Cuz, Gina.
20. When is your birthday?
Who cares…
21. Are you a morning person or a night person?
I rise and set with the sun. Night blows.
22. What is your shoe size?
The size that will fit in your…
23. Pets?
I got rid of all my pets. I can’t remember the names of most of my exs.
24. Any new and exciting news you 'd like to share with us?
No, not particularly.
25. What did you want to be when you were little?
A Jedi Knight
26. How are you today?
I’m great. I’m always great. Who isn’t???
27. What is your favorite candy?
Man Candy
28. What is your favorite flower?
Black Roses
29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?
The day my belly no longer hangs over my pants when I sit down.
30. What's your full name?
Deirdre Michael Truesdale
31. What are you listening to right now?
I’m listening to my freakin’ phone buzzing.
32. What was the last thing you ate?
Something totally disgusting.
33. Do you wish on stars?
Wish on a star??? And what exactly is this star supposed to do for me??? That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.
34. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Beautiful Buxom Brown
35. How is the weather right now?
*Sigh* How long is this thing???
36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today
A Georgetown Law Student
37. Favorite soft drink?
Soft drinks are gay.
38. Favorite restaurant?
Idk.
39. Real hair color?
Black.
40. Favorite toy as a child?
Toys were for sissies.
41. Summer or winter?
Summer. Winter blows.
42. Hugs or kisses
Anyone who has ever met me knows the answer to this.. NEITHER!!! Ugh!!!
43. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Chocolate. I’m done with Vanilla.
44. Coffee or tea?
Tea. Coffee smells like hot dirt and makes people’s breath stink. What I really need people to stop doing is drinking Starbucks and then coming to church singing praise and worship without popping a handful of Altoids. Really… your breath is rockin…
45. Do you want your friends to email you back
My friends will email me back because but only to tell me how “Out of Control” I am and to tell me that they lost about 5lbs laughing at my answers.
46. When was the last time you cried?
Cry? Me… Cry??? Crying if for lesser beings. A better question for me would be “When was the last time you made someone cry?”- The answer is “Sunday”.
47. What is under your bed?
Nothing. What kind of dirtball keeps stuff under their bed???
48. What did you do last night?
Church and Target.
49. What are you afraid of ?
People who get too close to me.
50. salty or sweet
Both
51. How many keys on your key ring?
2. How many more do you need???
52. How many years at your current job?
6+
53. Favorite day of the week?
Everyday. Life is great.
54. How many towns have you lived in?
7
55. Do you make friends easily?
Heck no.
56. How many people will you send this to? ;
I don’t know.
57. How many will respond?
I don’t care.

Here she is:


My first blog award, from Lindsay at Laugh Along The Way. Is that awesome, or what?! Thanks Lindsay!!


"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award!"


Now I have to pass it on (in Alpha order):
~ Aiyana at Word
~ Brittany at Evolution of Brittany
~ Carrie at Momma Bowyer
~ Malia at Lia Marie Fotographie
~ Melody at Simplicity
~ Lindsey at Learning to Be a Wife
~ Terri at The Peters and the Point
~ The Mrs. at Trying Our Best


So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen! I'll be commenting on all of their pages to make sure they see that they've received the award. Thanks for your awesome blogs, ladies!!

But, I want it NOW!

Seriously, though - this is PERFECT for the idea I have for the wall behind our couch. I want NEED these letters! P-U-H-L, please.

http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&_dynSessConf=6139862119478198419&id=77415&parentid=DECOR_ACC_MONOGRAMS&pushId=DECOR_ACC_MONOGRAMS&popId=DECOR_ACCESSORIES&sortProperties=&navCount=101&navAction=poppushpush&fromCategoryPage=true&selectedProductSize=&selectedProductSize1=&color=zin



And thanks!

Just for giggles

Random Fun Facts:

~ Eskimos use refrigerators to keep food from freezing.
~ Every person has a unique tongue print.
~ On every continent there is a city called Rome.
~ There are more than 326 trillion gallons of water on Earth.
~ Traffic lights were used before the advent of the motorcar.
~ The Statue of Liberty is the largest hammered copper statue in the world.

McStudly Rockity-Rocks

My Husband Rocks. Plain and Simple. I can't really give you details this week, but mainly he rocks because we're learning.

We've only been married for about 15 months, now, and so there's a lot for us to still learn - about each other, about marriage in general, about co-habitating. There's a lot to figure out! So when faced with some of the shenanigans over the past few weeks, he's still trying to learn as we go. Some guys get to a point, or so I've heard, where they think they've got it all figured out. But he's not doing that. He's still learning, and he'll admit it.

We both admit that it's a HUGE learning process, that probably never stops being just that... but at least we're not getting all hopeless about it, right?

He's amazing, and I love him so much. It's amazing to be able to agree with such a cliche, but I truly do love him more and more all the time. It just keeps growing - it's out of control!! ha ha

I Need A Geography Lesson... again...

First, you give it a shot. Then we'll talk... ha ha ha










Test your smarts at: http://jimspages.com/States.htm

Serious Pill, 20mg

As many of you know, I'm QUITE fond of music. Okay, that's like the understatement of the century, but you get it, so we'll just move on from there.

I recently bought the new Kari Jobe CD on iTunes and am currently LOVING it. I want to meet her. No seriously, I want to meet her, and have coffee (or something) with her and just get to talk to her. In some ways, she's teaching me SO much, but I've never met her. Wow - I sound like a weird stalker, right now. Let me essplain...

We all learn in our own ways. For me, music is a GREAT source of wisdom and inspiration. Maybe because I'm WAY into music and that's kind've my "thing" but whatever... it just is. And as someone who's sang practically her whole life, and even now getting more involved in music, I am still learning SO much.

I've been blogging about my song-writing attempts more and more, lately, so I'm letting you in on a little bit of me - why not a little more, eh?

I have this screwed up cookie-cutter vision of what worship music is supposed to be. I hear songs that aren't quite there, and I kind've write them off. Or I think to myself "maybe if they'd done this, then it would've been more..." whatever... I don't know. But I don't do it a WHOLE lot to other people's music. When it comes to mine, though, I am WAY WAY WAY critical and over-analytical and just - YIKES about it.

And with that I must add - I'm an idiot.

Worship isn't a "style" of music. It's not a certain song. And it doesn't have to be "done" in a certain setting or building. (I could go off on a tangent about how worship is life and our lives are supposed to just be worship, right now, but that's not the point of this blog, so I'll get back to the point I'm tyring to make.)

I've been anxiously awaiting the release of Kari Jobe's new CD since I found out, late last year, that there would even be one. She's got SUCH an anointed voice, and she's just an amazing songwriter, among other things. In a lot of ways, I look up to her, though, again, I've never even met her.

When I finally bought her CD on iTunes, this week, I immediately set my iPod to play her whole CD over and over in the car. So anytime I'm in there, that's what I'm listening to. At first, as much as I loved the CD and her voice, I kept thinking "Man, this isn't quite and 'worshipful' as I thought it was going to be..." It's more like this solo-album meets worship album, kind of thing. Then I kept listening. A LOT of the songs (not including the ones that have already been out a while, like "Revelation Song", "No Sweeter Name", and "Healer") are amazing and a number of them would we great to do as worship songs at church. Then the more familiar I got with the CD, and the more I got to the point where I could sing along, the more I'm lost in this CD!

I'm being stretched, and I'm not even the one singing. It's a CD that I'm listening to, and I'm learning (wow - I sound like SUCH a whack-nut, right now!) so much. The biggest thing I've learned, this far, happened when I started listening to her version of "Healer."

If any of you have heard the song before, it's SUCH an amazing song! But there's actually a LOT of stuff that goes with it. Some of you may have heard about all of the "drama" surrounding the song, but in a nutshell: this song was written by someone who was belly-up in sin, at the time. Now, I'm not hear to carry along the string of gossip - that's what google's for - but I bring that up to make a point. Even when something is born out of the worst of circumstances, God can turn it around for SO much good! So many people and churches and families have been touched by this song, even through the mistakes of a single man. That is SO powerful, in itself, but there's even more...

When I first heard her version, I just thought it was so cool to hear a chick singing it. There are lots of versions out there, right now, but I have had YET to hear a girl sing it. It was refreshing. It was really cool. And it was SUCH a slap in the face!

Remember how I said that I have this cookie-cutter vision of what worship music is supposed to be? Yeah. Well one of the pieces of that, for me, is how once a song is done - that's it. That's how it's supposed to be done. It's supposed to sound like that when you do it, too. (I told you I'm kind've screwed up, didn't I?) Kari Jobe is know for her pure-sounding and amazing voice, but this song was originally sung by someone who's voice is more... well... booming? Manly? I dunno... I'm not a thesaurus here, people. All I know is it was WAY different when I heard her singing it. But then I listened to it again, and it caught me off guard.

I think when we hear a song a time or two, we learn the words... and we just sing along. It's such a powerful song and it's got SUCH a great melody. Not to mention that the dynamic of the song, along, can bring almost anyone to their knees. But that fades the more we hear it. It becomes another song that we know and can add to our book-o-song-knowledge. So when we sing it, we don't mean it anymore. "Oh, this song is about Healing. Healing is a great concept, but I don't have cancer or anything like that. Sure, I believe that my God can heal, but I just really like this song!"

If this blog were a TV show, I wouldn't have to tell you that this was just a dramatization. I'm sure not a single one of you has ever had that view on any song. No. We've all got it together all of the time and none of us ever makes that mistake. I must be the only one.

*blank stare*

I hope you're picking up the INTENSE sarcasm that I'm putting down, becuase we've ALL done it. And do it regularly without even realizing it.


Hearing Kari Jobe's version caused me to stop and listen tot he words again. This song isn't just about physical healing. It's SO about WAY more than that. The title might be Healer, but look at the rest of the words. If you take out the word Heal (**) or Healer (><) and read the rest of the song... it's about SO much more than that.


Check it:

"You hold my every moment.
You calm my raging seas.
You walk with me through fire.
You ** all my disease.

I trust in you.
I trust in you.

I believe You're my ><.
I believe You are all I need.
I believe You're my portion.
I believe You're more than enough for me.
Jesus you're all I need.

Nothing is impossible for You.
Nothing is impossible.
Nothing is impossible for You.
For You hold My world in Your hands."


If I could verbally speak these words to you and emphasize the point I'm trying to drive home, it would be MUCH easier. But there is quite a limit to what you can relay in a blog. But don't worry - I'm still going to try. I'd never let you off that easily.

Do you really think, during the firestorms in your life, that he's walking with you? Do you really rest in that peace? Let me be honest, and hopefully you will to. I don't. I say I know he's there, but all I can feel are the flames. I know what we're "supposed" to feel, but that's not what I really feel. And when I don't have a clue what the next step is that I'm supposed to take - sure, I'll tell myself that "God ordains my every step" but I don't really feel it. As much as I pray "God give me direction", I've still got my foot out check all of the rocks around me to feel which one is the sturdiest. I'm not giving it to him like I say I am - I just know that I'm supposed to.

When it looks like I'm going to drown in my own sorrow or my own sing or my own doubt, it's easy to scream out "God help me!" but do I believe that he will? Or do I keep crying out in fear and helplessness and preparing myself for the lack of air?

Do I really trust in him? Do I trust in him enough to say it twice? Back to back, like in the song? I mean - when you believe something, and you are firm enough to say it twice... you don't hesitate. And it sounds really pretty in this song, but would I say it over and over again out loud to myself? Or to someone that's on the verge of death? Or to someone that's neck up in something out of their control that's still pulling them down?

This isn't that fun little trust game you played in youth camp where you crossed our arms over your chest, closed your eyes and fell backwards. This is life. This is God.

Do I really believe that God is all I need? Or do I still worry about what kind of car I'm driving or what kind of shoes I'm wearing? Do I believe the HE is my portion? That that I don't need any little side-helpings of something else to go along with it? Do I believe that He is MORE than enough for me? That he's overly supplying for me and I'm overflowing with him? Do I really believe that?

The biggest part, to me, is the Bridge. I was caught off guard in this song because I worry SO MUCH about everything. I look at what I feel God is calling me to do, and then I keep thinking "Well, I don't have any training in that. I have no degree. Where do I even begin? What do I even do to start heading in that direction? Which way IS that direction?" Or even worse, yet "I'm not quite as good as that person. They have more talent and more knowledge that I do. I cold never qualify to do something like this."


NOTHING is impossible for You.
NOTHING is impossible.
NOTHING is impossible for You.
You hold my WORLD in Your hands!


What is wrong with me? Why can I say it. And try over and over again to convince myself that I believe it, but then that split second that my faith in this is put to the test, I'm nervous and worried and second guessing EVERYthing. How jacked up is that?

And it doesn't matter that other people are affirming some of this stuff. All of my LIFE they've been affirming this stuff. Even outside of where I've seeked it out. Even when my mind is no where NEAR this topic. I've had people take something that I mean for something else and turn it around to affirm me, because God KNOWS that I need it. He's done everything to lead me up to this point in my life. And I STILL question whether or not He holds my every moment. Whether or not HE calms my raging seas and walks with me through fire. And even though it is this huge slap in His amazing face, He stops to reassure me ONE more time.


Some of you are in "Whoa" mode, as in "Whoa, it is NOT that serious, Sarah." But it is. How could it not be that serious? I say the right things and say that I believe it's all Him, but then I trip myself over my lack of confidence and a need for petty "qualifications".


God called Moses, a man with a friggin' speech impediment, to go before Pharoah and ORDER him... with his voice... the voice that wasn't perfect... the voice that people probably made fun of... the voice that wasn't perfect!! ... and HE was the one that ordered the ruler of that nation to follow God's command and set the Isrealites free. He used a man with the opposite of qualifications to do this. God used a man's biggest source of anxiety and humiliation to do his will. So then why do I still question things and worry so much and make so many STUPID EXCUSES?!?!



It's time to be real, people. Say nothing, if you can't admit to being just as guilty at one time or another. OR you can be vulnerable and talk about where you're screwing up JUST as much.

Or - if that's to big of a pill for you to swallow, tell me how the song "Healer" has impacted you.








**Haven't heard the song, yet? Go check it out. The original is by PlanetShakers, and Kari Jobe's version is also amazing.**

A Sermon, w/o A Single Word

A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the preacher decided to visit him.

It was a chilly evening. The preacher found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his preacher's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.

The preacher made himself at home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the preacher took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone then he sat back in his chair, still silent.

The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone embers' flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow, and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead.

Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting.

The preacher glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.

As the preacher reached the door to leave, his host said, with a tear running down his cheek, 'Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday."


We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the best sermons are the ones left unspoken.

Feeling Lead...

It's an interesting concept. Do you ever felt impressed to do something, or go a certain direction, but you don't know why? Like... your mind knows something it won't tell you?

Well, I've been having a day week YEAR like that, I suppose. I feel like there's SO much to life that I'm missing, because I make silly excuses. But NOT anymore!! Well... maybe just a few here and there.


ANYwho - McStudly and I should be getting our tax refund within a week or two. We opted for direct deposit (why didn't I do this SOONER?!) and are eagerly awaiting our refund, to include our first time home buyers credit. This will free us of over HALF of the debt we currently have, and that means less stress (not that it keeps me up at night) and more time to dream. :-)


Debt doesn't really worry me, because we are still living within our means - just paying it off and not adding to it. We don't worry about phone calls from creditors and we have a pay-off plan. But after this refund arrives, we'll have a SINGLE blob (blog - a very technical financial term, of course) of debt on our credit. Wait - scratch that... a single blob outside of our mortgage and car payments, that is. For us - that's progress.

We're still paying off our wedding, so this will make it FINALLY almost complete. PLUS - with our pay-off plan, after you pay one debt off in full, you apply that amount to the next blob of debt, and you are paying your debt off at an exponential rate. It's amazing. So in NO time, we'll be done with this blob, too, and we'll get to start paying off our cars, AND finally fix up the house and add a little bit of "us" to it. :-)


This isn't exactly where I intended this blog to go, but oh well. It went there. So no, moving on!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Paying off all of this debt just adds a little more breathing room, and a chance to pursue a few other things that I've been putting off, so as not to add to debt, or anything like that. Hopefully, I'll get to buy a rather cheap guitar and finally start to learn how to play. I've considered getting a keyboard, but guitar is the one I REALLY want. As awesome as keyboards are, I MUCH prefer the sound of real piano, so... it's never been a big hit with me.

ANYWHO - this means adding to the whole song-writing thing. I've been working on a few other songs, but always get stuck in trying to make note of the melody and the ideas in my head for the music, since I'm not one of those people who can accurately jot down what notes I'm singing or thinking. That'll come, I'm sure, but I gotta work to get there, ya know?

So, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to work on it. And paying off all of this debt will make it that much more possible. The only thing that would make it even better? Being able to find a nice sounding guitar for UBER cheap. I check craigslist pretty regularly, and occasionally take a gander on ebay, but... nothing so far.

Anyone cleaning out their closet full of musical instruments that are in great working condition anytime soon? Yeah. I won't hold my breath on that one. But a girl can dream, right?




Right. And in the meantime, I'll just keep working with what I've got.

My Beloved

You're My Beloved, You're My Bride
To sing over you is My delight
Come away with Me, My love

You're Beautiful to Me
So beautiful to Me

Under My mercy Come and wait
Till we are standing face to face
I see no stain on you, My child

You're Beautiful to Me
So Beautiful to Me

I sing over you My song of peace
Cast all your care down at My feet
Come and find your rest in Me

I'll breathe My life inside of you
I'll bear you up on eagle's wings
And hide you in the shadow of My strength

I'll take you to My quiet waters
I'll restore your soul
Come rest in Me and be made whole

You're My beloved, You're My Bride
To sing over you is my delight
Come away with me my love

MHR Friday

McStudly is amazing. He knows me better than anyone else, and even better than I do, at times (which is kind've scary to think about, but kind've a relief, at the same time).

So without going into detail, there was a situation over the past few weeks that reflected poorly on myself and McStudly, though neither one of us had done anything to be part of it. I know it doesn't really make sense, but it doesn't matter. All you need to know is that McStudly handled it amazingly. He does what he can to make me feel better about it. He's stepping up - as a man, and as a husband - to deal with it.

It's not always easy for us to realize the position a husband holds, as wives. We just see the cups he leaves laying around or the dirty socks all over the bedroom. We hear him asking what's for dinner as he sits there playing his video games, or we hear him asking over and over and over again for sex, like it's going out of style... but we don't see the rest of it.

At least I know I don't. We don't see or understand their need to protect us. Their need to keep us safe. Their need to provide for us. We don't understand their justifications for why they do things the way they do, or appreciate the comfort that just their presence can bring, until they're not there one night and we can hardly sleep because of every little noise we hear.

And yeah, sure, they may not see or understand all of the ins and outs about us, either, but that isn't the point. The point is that we take them for granted. We all do. Then a situation occurs where it's put to the test, and it all starts to make sense.

My Husband Rocks because he knows that even though I may not understand all o this about him, I still need it. I still need him to be my rock and my protector. I still need him to provide for me and keep me safe.

We live in a crazy world full of crazy people. And for those of us that are married, we're lucky enough to never have to face it alone... and that's why My Husband Rocks. Because I'll never have to face any of this alone, anymore. I'll always have him to protect me and even just be there for me.

I love you, baby.

No Go

So I had planned on blogging pretty much every day this week. And yet for one reason or another, it hasn't happened, yet.


Now, today, I have the blog of all blogs. Not for you guys, so much, but more for me to get something off my chest. I'm just really struggling with whether or not it's something I should blog about. I obviously wouldn't use names, and would be pretty vague and non-descript about most of the situation, but I'm still not sure.

I really need to get this out, but I'm deciding, still, on how to do just that. It would make for great reading, but would also cause several of you to judge me before you even finish reading it. Even if you don't hold it against me, part of you would still think "Hmm... I wonder" as you're reading it.



And the last thing that I need, right now, is for more people to judge me because of someone else's being a complete and utter basket-case!!







UGH!! It's days like this when I wish I was a cusser...

MERCY - UNCLE - HEELLLPPPP!!!

Long, jam-packed weekend. Long, jam-packed Monday.

Can I have a break, now, please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top???

Hopefully, all will return to normal tomorrow. Until then... can I at least have my sanity back? kthxbye.

I'm just sayin...

I totally noticed this WAY before I found this picture to prove it, but COME ON!! You all think it...

Totally, right?!

Wordless Wednesday

A Letter from Nester

He's only 6 years old (yes "He". Compassion had messed up and wrote "she" before, but it has since been corrected) but he's eager to communicate with us.

Yesterday I opened the mailbox to find what I didn't think I'd find for another few years - a letter from Nester. I assumed that due to his young age, he'd be unable to write to us for a little while, but I was wrong. And I'm SO glad that I am!!

He didn't write the letter, but he told someone what he wanted to say so they could write it for him. AND he drew us a picture! He's such a sweet boy. Most of his letter told me about his parents and his younger sister, Jane. He loves school, especially Math and one other subject that I can't recall, at the moment, and is so happy that we sponsored him. He eagerly awaits a picture of our family, to include our silly dog, and then asked us to pray for him and his family to have "a good life". How sweet is he??

I'm getting ready to write him, again, but this time I'll be doing it by hand, rather than through the internet, as I have been previously. The translator is also trying to help teach us some of their words... next to each thing he drew for us - house, snake, maize plant, table - they wrote the word in their language (I can't recall what it is) and then the English translation underneath.

I'm going to try to find a way to scan the picture he drew so you all can see it. It's proudly displayed on our refrigerator at the moment. :-) I love our little Nester. He's got such a sweet heart and is apparently a very lively 6 year old who loves to laugh and have fun. And ANY 6 year old that likes Math, well he's a hero in my book!