The Bumbo

Bumbo is the name of this little foam seat. I'm too cheap to buy one. So, a friend has allowed us to borrow hers. Silas sat in it for a good hour and a half while I made cookies and bread this afternoon. I couldn't resist taking his picture...

Piano Lessons

This is our sweet piano teacher, Dana Hardison. She goes to our little church and is a dear. Each of the kids responds so well to her. Even Libby, who isn't taking lessons, will talk about Dana. Tonight, she came over and did weekly lessons for the kids. Normally she would come on Monday, but tomorrow we're seeing the dentist instead.

We just made signs. Yeah!

Something's Wrong with my Eyes

they keep leaking. Everywhere I look, spouses are being reunited and children are hanging on their daddy's necks. That will be us next week. I can't wait.

Web Cam Time for Silas

Last of the OIF Flying

As the deployment winds down, the flying does not. This period of transfer to the oncoming Detachment has been busy; turnover of the OpsO job, pilot indoc flights (scary!) and the continued OIF mission.  Pictured is a formation instructor qualification sortie.  

Tomorrow marks our last day and the final flight schedule that we are responsible for.  I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight for excitement.  The flying has been fun and challenging, but in the words of Adoniram Judson, "I am most comforted in the bosom of my family."  

..a time to embrace

One of the downsides to a deployment is loneliness. God feeds me daily by His word and the Holy Spirit is my comforter. Yet, the Lord Jesus hears my prayers at night. He hears me when I need a hug or just to have my hand held. God has given us each other for innumberable reasons, for comfort, for rebuke, for exhortation, for procreation, for love, for warmth. Soon, the one, who lifts me up when I fall, who left his parents to begin a family with me, who encourages me when I've failed, who rebukes me when I'm proud, will be back. Yet my heart keeps thinking of the one who hasn't married, the one whose spouse has died, the single father or mother. I would encourage you to hug, love on those dear people who are singles. There is such a sweetness about touch. It is a good thing. Each time my children, parents, in-laws, and friends hug me it is sweet to my soul.