I can't believe that I'm actually saying this out loud. I am about to tell you something that must never be repeated, nor must it ever be mentioned in my presence: I lost a tennis match to an 8-year old this morning. Yes, eight years old. Nevermind that it was an 8-year old boy and we were playing in the bare heat of the day, on a court in nowhere-ville, France, and I didn't even shower this morning, he is still barely out of diapers and still learning 2+2=4, as is any 2nd grader. I mean, do I really have to say anything else except that I am now confidently the WORST tennis player ever to step foot on a tennis court?
No more self-humiliation. As you would say (you know who you are), "I miss you mucho," today. I am still in the novice stage, you know, the "tourist" phase of the journey, where everything is glamorous and I kind of like it when the baby is crying because that means that he needs me, and the kids are just absolument incroyable (absolutely delightful). However, the moments of solitude are ever-present, and I took the advantage of a quiet morning to go for my first run abroad. Yes, I went running through the mountains and around the countryside, filling my mind with sounds of praise to Him. He is certainly here, unavoidable in every way, whether it be that the family certainly does not know Him or that the kids are so full of life, or even just the serenity of the perfect view I enjoy every day. I keep asking that He would grant me favor with the kids. Obviously, He took it one step too far this morning at the tennis courts. However, today, all is well and quiet.
Milan (the 8-year old boy) and I also rode bikes today before jouer au foot à PS2 (playing a bit of soccer on the PS2) and enjoying the best pasta salad I have ever eaten, seriously. The afternoon is still soft, and when Melvil (10-year old boy) returns from school, a re-match of yesterday's soccer game will ensue. Again, I remind you that I am living the dream. Not to hyper-spiritualize, but I know He is here, because He continues to surprise me in so many little, tiny ways. How cool to actually live a life that is one complete act of worship? It all makes sense now...
word of the day: funamble (tightrope walker)
current music: Sidewalk Stopping Acoustic, Baumer
No more self-humiliation. As you would say (you know who you are), "I miss you mucho," today. I am still in the novice stage, you know, the "tourist" phase of the journey, where everything is glamorous and I kind of like it when the baby is crying because that means that he needs me, and the kids are just absolument incroyable (absolutely delightful). However, the moments of solitude are ever-present, and I took the advantage of a quiet morning to go for my first run abroad. Yes, I went running through the mountains and around the countryside, filling my mind with sounds of praise to Him. He is certainly here, unavoidable in every way, whether it be that the family certainly does not know Him or that the kids are so full of life, or even just the serenity of the perfect view I enjoy every day. I keep asking that He would grant me favor with the kids. Obviously, He took it one step too far this morning at the tennis courts. However, today, all is well and quiet.
Milan (the 8-year old boy) and I also rode bikes today before jouer au foot à PS2 (playing a bit of soccer on the PS2) and enjoying the best pasta salad I have ever eaten, seriously. The afternoon is still soft, and when Melvil (10-year old boy) returns from school, a re-match of yesterday's soccer game will ensue. Again, I remind you that I am living the dream. Not to hyper-spiritualize, but I know He is here, because He continues to surprise me in so many little, tiny ways. How cool to actually live a life that is one complete act of worship? It all makes sense now...
word of the day: funamble (tightrope walker)
current music: Sidewalk Stopping Acoustic, Baumer
3 comments:
i once dated a tightrope walker.
scout.
Oh Hannah - Cassie and I miss you SOOOOOO much! It is so good to see how wonderful you are doing how joy-filled your spirit is! He is so AWESOME!!! Take care and thanks for these updates - it gives us something to look forward to! Terri
Well, I can tell you one thing for sure...NO ONE misses you more than I do!! I can't believe it has been 5 days and 4 1/2 hours since I heard your voice! That truly must be a record! (one that I'm not fond of, I might add)It makes my heart hurt a little less knowing that you are doing so well. Praise God! I love you so much, Mom
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