Waiting...

Silvana last night called around eight, telling me that she was at the hospital and just waiting for Morena to be born, most likely before midnight. It’s now 11:30 the next day and I’m still waiting to hear news. Why has no one called? What’s going on? By now More has to be born; waiting is frustrating!

Last night we bit the bullet and purchased a new computer – Toshiba Satellite – just like dad’s. I like the keyboard, how smooth the keys are and how much faster I can type. It’s amazing. So far, so good, with no complications. I will never buy a Gateway ever again; from hour one it didn’t work, and things just went downhill from there.

We purchased a ton of clothes for Buenos Aires, and the last two days I packed our suitcases. Now I just have to get the kids to choose which toys they want to take with them, pack those, and then we’re ready! I’m not looking forward to our 21 hour flight; it will be 24 hours in total from JFK to EZE, almost 27 from NJ house to BA house. Can’t wait until I’m on the other end of this trip!

Emotions are high with the kids, a lot more bickering and fighting going on. M came to the determination that Colorado is home for her. She’s never identified a place as home as strongly as Colorado Springs, and it will always have a special place in her heart; I’m with her on that, Colorado was very precious, and we will always look upon our time there as a gift from God. What wasn’t to like about the Springs? Everything was perfect – our neighbors, friends, church, school, job…okay, so B didn’t have the perfect job. That would have tied us down to there, but it just didn’t happen.

We are heading into a very spiritually heavy environment. Last week a mother of five from our church committed suicide, feeling overwhelmed by depression. The current pastor says that there’s a lot of attacks going on right now, and that he sees that as part of the transition the church is going through right now. Do I feel ready for this? No, not at all. I pray God will give us what we need to minister to this small church family, to show compassion even though I feel awkward. I’ve never dealt with showing comfort in times of death very well. Help, God!!

My brother ran his first marathon in Miami this past weekend. He completed it, and I’m very proud of him! He’s been very disciplined to train and he accomplished this goal. Way to go, little brother! I really can’t express how proud I am of his accomplishment; he’s truly amazing!