A few days ago, I was helping my mother plan a trip to London. We got out the scrapbooks and the guide books, and we talked about what my girls and I had done when we were in London back in 2002. My youngest was only six then, so she has very different memories of that trip than I do. Then again, I spent part of that trip working at the Bank of England while she was sightseeing with my husband, so I have very different memories also.
Last night, my youngest and I were watching the movie Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit along with one of her friends. We were enjoying the movie much more than our friend. I think it's because it's such a British movie. I love seeing the British gardens and the fair at Tottington Hall. It's so much like the church fairs in Luxembourg. And I realized last night that I've never been to a church fair in England, or been to someone's house in England. All my memories of these very British things are memories from Luxembourg. So I think it's time to get out my scrapbook from Luxembourg. As I look through the pictures of my friends at the English-speaking Church of Luxembourg, I will thank God for the wonderful memories and the wonderful influence they have had in my life.
03 June, 2010
04 May, 2010
May's Scary Picture from Tennessee
This is a picture of our driveway and the creek during the floods the covered Middle Tennessee on May 1 and 2, 2010. Our house is high enough on the hill that I don't worry about flooding at the house. The scary part is my husband having to wade across this in the dark to get to our van (parked at the neighbors) so he can get to work. The governor asked that everyone stay home, but the company my husband works for didn't seem to get that memo.
05 April, 2010
06 March, 2010
Another anniversary
Today is the four year anniversary of my fall, broken ankle, and surgery. On most days, I forget my leg was ever broken. Today the weather is clear, and my ankle feels good.
It seems like a dream that we ever lived in Europe or that we got to vacation at the Italian Riviera because I broke my leg. It seems like lifetime ago that I worked at Census. I love my job, and I love teaching the girls, too.
I got out my scrapbook of our trip to the Mediterranean to remind myself that God does use all things for our good, and that He does work in mysterious ways.
It seems like a dream that we ever lived in Europe or that we got to vacation at the Italian Riviera because I broke my leg. It seems like lifetime ago that I worked at Census. I love my job, and I love teaching the girls, too.
I got out my scrapbook of our trip to the Mediterranean to remind myself that God does use all things for our good, and that He does work in mysterious ways.
03 March, 2010
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