Our church is getting ready to send another team to Haiti, and this time, I’m not on it. And I’m grieving over that. I think it’s just now hitting me that when they step off on that foreign tarmack, and feel the heat equivalent of
Gage is a toddler on the run.
Spying the cat, he wriggles a “Let me go, Grandma” message, and I do. I set him down, knowing he’ll be back. He races in that precious, Lurch-like fashion of his toward Felix, who is stretched to capacity
This might be the most shameless thing I’ve ever done. Maybe. Either way, it’s pretty shameless. In an effort to raise support for my upcoming missions trip to Haiti, I’ve decided to auction off
a batch a few batches of