At the bottom of this post is an update on Samuel. Thank you for praying for him. Thank you.
Seriously, Lynnette, one word??? I don’t know how to do this one word thing………okay. I’ll try. I can’t. You guys got a word? I’m thinking joyful. Or intentional. Hannah just told me — geographer. Nice. I guess my love of geography is trickling down. She did just come back and say joyful. Or planted. That’s better.
Phil, from The Amazing Race. That’s partially because I would love to BE on The Amazing Race. Can’t you just see my blip under my name? Rachel — homeschooling mom of seven. You know that’s what it would be. And Phil in his voice-over would be stating, “Rachel, that homeschooling mom of seven….” as they would show me unable to solve a history problem or messing up simple addition. ha ha ha
No. I kind of wish at times I were, but then I am kind of like Lynnette — I just start giggling or feeling silly and then I have to make a sarcastic comment, etc…. I’m more of a lets go walk through the park and chat or let’s do yard work together type of gal.
That would be COFFEE. Any kind. Any time. Decaf at night, please. Since I’m constantly to and fro from ballet coffee has become the beverage in my hand. Food? Anything Thai. Right now it’s some gluten-free Pad Thai.
I’ve never been completely caught up with laundry for more than a week. I really would desire to keep up with it for at least two weeks. Speaking of this laundry — I’ve just opened a giveaway for some wool dryer balls….shown below….here’s the link! wool dryer ball giveaway
Okay, seriously, I’d love to go on a missions trip with my kids. No explanation needed.
If I get nervous I shake my hands out or fluff my hair. Fluffing the hair creates quite the eighties look, by the way. I think it’s just a way to get energy out of me. Years ago, when I played the organ (how’s that for random? who do you know that plays the organ) for church I’d shake out my hands in between hymns. I did NOT fluff my hair. Awkward.
I don’t like elevators. At all. If others are with me than I’m better, but as soon as I’m alone in an elevator I’m always looking for my escape route in case I get stuck. Most often, I’ll take the stairs.
I’m creative. Not afraid to take risks. I’ve played the piano since I was four — and many times that is when I think or pray. I’m grateful for the years of lessons my parents payed for when I grew up. So grateful –they must have known I would needed to pray a great deal.
** Samuel Update **