Friends . . .

I made Buffalo Chicken Lasagna yesterday and around 10:30 a.m., I texted our friends who just happen to be neighbors and said, "Do you want to come for supper?"  The text back came at 2:44 p.m., but I didn't find it until 5:10 p.m., "Sure, what time's supper?"  At that point, supper was in 20 minutes!  They made it, we had fun, and we were so glad they came.  The highlight?

We're in the process of getting a new fridge.  Our old fridge is gone, the new fridge that should have fit but did not fit the space is taking up a greater portion of our kitchen, and we're patiently waiting for the fridge that will fit to come.

Our friends did NOT notice!  I mean, seriously, it's still in it's new fridge wrappings and has no handles.  We talked about the fridge disaster after dinner and Jana said, "You know, I was standing there thinking I don't remember their kitchen being this small!  I always fit here before!"   Dear friends, know . . .

We believe in you,

think of you

and pray for you.

And when another day is through,

we'll still be friends with you.   

(Eagle Lake Camp Song)

Madagascar One Field Service Overview

Tumble Bumble Update

I saw the surgeon who fixed my right ankle for my left heel this morning.  It's been hurting ever since I returned to working more hours after "The Fall".  The good news is . . . my heel is not broken!  No cam boot or cast here!  It's just severely bruised and will heal in four to five months.

To help with the healing, I'm putting these lovely silicone heel supports in my shoes and walking on air!  I'm amazed at how much the pain has already diminished . . .

Next up - the neurologist a week from tomorrow.  Why am I still bothered by lights and stuttering at night?  I hope to know more then!

Have you . . .

Have you gone to His Word and learned to select, 

like David, 

five smooth stones

you can sling at the enemy?

Happy 4th of July!

I was telling the story at work today of how Sam and I met on the 4th of July! 

 And of how fireworks flew!

Happy 28th Anniversary of our meeting date, Sambo!

"You look familiar . . ."

Monday afternoon, I worked out to Sand Creek.  Coming in I knew that we had "some group of 40".  When I got there, I saw one of the women come out of the port-a-potty, and thought, "Hmmm . . . she looks familiar."  Then I saw one of the guys and he looked like Zach, who had been in my Sunday school class a few years back.  Then I saw Natalia who was in my Sunday school class this year and I realized this group was from my church!  It doesn't take a rocket scientist . . .  

The Enemy

Almost nineteen years ago, I met the enemy for the first time.  New LIfe Family Services provided a social worker for the adoptive family and a social worker for the birth mother so that there would be no conflict of interest during the adoption process.  She was our birth mother's social worker.  And not once, but twice, she told Allison to take Matt back and to try parenting, to make sure that she did want to give him up for adoption.  And that made her the enemy because that was without a doubt the most stressful time of my life.

Fast forward to last Saturday at New Life's Walk/Run for Life.  I heard a voice saying, "Are you Margo?  Do you remember me?  I was Allison's social worker!"  THE ENEMY!  Only I had changed over the years and I had Matt and somewhere in there, she had ceased to be  "the enemy".  And, by the end of the walk, she had definitely become a friend!