tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61280631495226356322024-03-12T17:57:25.321-05:00Apron and Guitar StringsWhere June Cleaver meets Ani DiFrancoComplyKatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762185121899509718noreply@blogger.comBlogger307125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128063149522635632.post-7361755106315068762013-09-10T20:15:00.003-05:002013-09-10T20:15:32.036-05:00Watching History<iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/bUz15k_PJOo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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ComplyKatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762185121899509718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128063149522635632.post-85195170173826773272013-09-03T15:31:00.000-05:002013-09-03T21:37:40.493-05:00In under 30 secondsIt's been a while. A long while. And if life goes the way I hope it will, time will be even less than it is now.<br />
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But I got this idea from a friend who sends her parents short videos every day an thought of all the beauty I could capture is 30 seconds or less each day.</div>
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And then my mom started digitizing our childhood videos. The three of us as kids and I thought about how many memories can be captured in less than 30 seconds. </div>
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So here will be my new challenge. Daily life in under 30 seconds.<br />
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September 2: Last Day of Swimming<br />
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ComplyKatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762185121899509718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128063149522635632.post-2815862954878258712012-12-21T23:19:00.002-06:002012-12-21T23:19:55.405-06:00Why CarperIt's no secret that LK and I went round and round about names for baby #3. We feel like we did really well with GEO and ISH and didn't want to mess up the streak with #3.<br />
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But then, while talking through family stories with my dad, we came across the life (and the name) of LK's great-great-great grandfather: Arthur Green Carper.<br />
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<b>Account of Arthur Green Carper’s Civil War and “Pony Express” Service</b><i> </i><br />
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<i>Taken from a letter written to Michael Cummings by Lloyd George Melgard, 17 December 1979</i><br />
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“Your great great grandmother, Francis Elmira Iona Carper, had a brother, Arthur Green Carper, b. 8 December 1851, d. 3 Nov. 1934 in Sayre, Oklahoma, who escaped the stockaded school of Notre Dame where his Mother, Mariah Cline Firestone Carper, had placed him to keep him from joining the Civil War volunteers. He bribed a negro washerwoman to carry him out on her head with the dirty laundry and he worked his way south to join the union forces as a drummer boy and saw much action. </blockquote>
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When the Civil War was over he was too scared of his Mother to return home so he joined the Pony Express and on one of his runs he decided to cross the Oklahoma Indian Territory to save time and was captured, stripped, tied to a stake, had slivers of wood stuck in his flesh by the Indian women and set afire. </blockquote>
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He showed no fear and such bravery that the Indian chief had the fire doused and had him brought to his tent where he was treated for burns all over his body and he was out of his head for weeks. He became the chief’s slave or personal servant and had to sleep at his feet each night. </blockquote>
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After many years,he began to think of his Mother and his family in South Whitley, Indiana, and he planned his escape. One night when all were asleep, he dragged the end of his lariat through the camp fire’s coals and loosening the tether rope for the horses, he got on the chief’s white horse which was the fastest and whirled his flaming lariat over the horses causing them to stampede and then he set out for the territory’s boundary. </blockquote>
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It took time for the Indians to take chase and they pursued him shooting him so full of bullets and arrows that he was able later in life to pass knitting needles through his arms and legs without feeling any pain. </blockquote>
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The next morning a doctor married to an Indian woman and living on the border came out of his home to find a white horse covered with blood and a man hanging under his belly. He brought him in and worked to save him and he was delirious for months. </blockquote>
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Finally he learned that he was from South Whitley, Indiana, so we wrote a newspaper there asking if anyone knew of a man of such a height, weight and facial features and his Mother read and realized that this must be he son so she hired two of the best doctors and set out in a stage coach for the Indian territory but the closer they got, the more frightened the doctors became and they both left her. </blockquote>
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She brought him home and it took a long time before he realized he was no longer an Indian with Indian ways. He married and returned to Oklahoma when it was opened and had a farm there”</blockquote>
But the story doesn't end there. LK's great grandfather, in an interview for the Oklahoma Historical Society, tells of a time when Carper and the Indians were reunited.<br />
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LK's great grandfather:<br />
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... But anyway, after that, they were, my father
and my Grandpa Carper were, in Filley, Nebraska, and they was having one of
these, what did they call those ... medicine shows, and they had a bunch of Indians
were putting it on. And one of the old Indians that uh, was helping to put it
on was one of the main guys that helped capture Granddad that time. </blockquote>
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And it come out in the paper that this medicine show was comin’
to town and so everybody had horses then to get around in and wagons and my
daddy said to my grandpa said,“Carper, let’s go up to Filly Saturday evening they’s gonna put on that medicine show. There’s that old man’s name that you called,
uh, you called his name that you knew that help capture you.” </blockquote>
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And Granddad, course he was more than willin’ to go and so
they took off and went up to the show and when they got up there there was
quite a big crowd around there and course these Indians was up on the stage
they had built for show that evening; they’s gonna put on an advertising show
and they was up there dancing around and getting the crowd all up there. And when my grandpa and my dad walked up pretty close, well, I guess they was out in the crowd about 15 or 20 foot, or 30, and my granddad hollered at him. I believe his name was Rain In The Face. </blockquote>
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And he said, “Hello there Rain In the Face.” </blockquote>
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And when Granddad, I think, hollered at him
again, and he heard him. And he recognized my granddad’s voice and that was, oh…. I guess 15, 20 years after he had been captured. </blockquote>
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And he said, “Arthur Carper is that you out there?” </blockquote>
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He hollered at him and told him it was. </blockquote>
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Said, “You come up here.” </blockquote>
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So they went up on the stage and my Granddaddy Carper, that old Indian
just grabbed my Granddad Carper and hugged him up and they just took hands and
they put on one of the awfullest dances there on that platform and all the
hollerin’ that you ever heard. That crowd put it on. He said that was the
biggest show that was on that evening all right, but it was a good show. </blockquote>
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But anyway, after they’d been to that show and Granddad would tell my Daddy anything about the happenings that happened when he was with the Indians, said he’s sure believe that because that old Indian recognized my granddad fifteen years or longer after they’d had that skirmish.
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And so we welcome Carper (CAP) into our family. May you have both the bravery and the outlook that life is a grand adventure that your namesake had.<br />
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When I was pregnant with ISH we went and saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0358273/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1">Walk The Line</a>. Whenever the musical numbers were on my belly would bounce in rhythm to the music. Since day one ISH has been into music. He's the child who composes his own songs and mashups during piano practice, turns anything into an instrument, and who, at age 4, pointed out the subtle differences between the real Star Wars song and the one that played when he opened his birthday card. As though before he was even born music was in his blood.<br />
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Last night LK and I were able to get away for a date night before baby boy #3 arrives (who could come at any time!!). After dinner we went to the movies (something we rarely ever do these days) and watched the new Bond movie, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1074638/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1">Skyfall</a>. With every fight scene the baby would lurk and twist across my belly. As though .... as though ... warning me that perhaps we might be in trouble with this one.<br />
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Earlier this month the kids in Geo's class were asked to answer the question "Are You Rich?". I'm so proud of Geo's response. </div>
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Are You Rich, by Geo
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In case you can't read all of his writing (though it is much much better than he normally does), here's what his answer says:</div>
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<i>I am rich by playing the piano, friends, being able to go to school, being able to play basketball, to have a family, To have a house, To have toys, by happiness, To have phones, to have a car, to have electronics, to be loved, to have good meals from mom, to pay for insurance from dad. </i></div>
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So blessed by this boy.</div>
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Then the majority of the day was spent in classes, Connection Groups, and more time with God in silence and solitude. <br />
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But we also made time for some relaxing fun<br />
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And then on Thursday night it was time to really let our hair down and celebrate the week. Doesn't Val look lovely in the bows she made from all the gifts that were donated for the missionary women!</div>
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The candy from the states is always a big hit at the end of CCC party.<br />
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Friday was our final day with the ladies which meant crunch time for the DVDs we were making of the pictures and the lessons to give to the ladies before they left. Thankfully the process went so very much smoother than it did <a href="http://complykated.blogspot.com/2010/10/ccc-day-8.html">last time</a>.<br />
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Friday is also a very special time when the team members gather and wash the feet of the missionary women. It's a time when we show our thankfulness for the service they do for the kingdom and a time when they practice being able to receive a gift of service from someone else (something that does not come easily for women on the field).<br />
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After the footwashing we surrounded the women and prayed over them. We prayed for the journey home, for their re-entry back into their work, for peace, for guidance, and for them to remember the lessons of God's love that they learned this week.<br />
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Before we knew it, it was time to say goodbye.<br />
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I'm so very thankful for the gift of having another year with these beautiful women. They are amazing warriors for God and full of his love and grace. I hope to see them all again soon but know that even if I don't we will continue to be connected through this week we have spent together. <br />
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And continued with more time of silence and solitude<br />
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As well as the women meeting together in Connection Groups to discuss their experiences here.<br />
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And because having fun is Godly too, we entertained the women with a flash mob of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJQKBk4oDr4">Cupid Shuffle</a> during lunch! <br />
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And we ended the day in sweet intercessory for one another.<br />
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Being with the women continues to be a wonderful blessing.<br />
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And our speaker lead us through the story of Joseph, seeing how God worked in his life so that can learn how to look back through our own lives - learn to see the fingerprints of the Father in the amazingly good, the unforgettably bad, and the everyday mundane- so that we can trust God as we move forward.<br />
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After the lessons, the ladies spent time in Silence and Solitude, to brainstorm through their life and capture five defining moments.<br />
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During our free time today, a few of us went into town. It's a big surfer location for many in Brazil.<br />
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And we popped into a grocery store to see what we could find.<br />
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Getting out of the resort for a bit made it feel a little more real that we are in fact in Brazil!<br />
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Many people that drove or walked by looked at my walking mates and me like we had a third eye. I later told BG (an American who lives in Brazil) about the looks we were getting. "Well yeah!" she replied. <br />
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"Do we really look <i>that</i> foreign?"<br />
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After she finished laughing she let us know we were, for starters, way too pale and way too clothed to be mistaken for local Brazilians.<br />
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And on Monday morning we took a prayer walk around these beautiful grounds asking God to bless each of the women, praying over their rooms, the meeting center, the connection groups, and more.<br />
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And at last!!!! The ladies have arrived!<br />
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We enjoyed an afternoon tea with them, getting to catch up with old friends and getting to meet new ones. <br />
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And over dinner, connection groups met to begin the process of getting to know each other, and learning how God is working in each other's lives. <br />
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We feel so blessed that everyone has arrived safely and we're looking forward to the week of communion and connection with each other and with God.<br />
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We arrived early this morning with everyone having made it to Dallas in time for the flight, our flight taking off pretty close to on time (a miracle in itself considering we're on American Airlines and a plane was double parked behind us so we couldn't leave straight away), <b>all</b> of multiple pieces of luggage arriving without damage, and with breezing our way through the passport control and customs lines (no one so much as their purse looked at!)<br />
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We enjoyed our customary cheese bread (yum!) and coffee while ladies exchanged money, <br />
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and met up with our final team member who lives in Brazil.<br />
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We've changed hotels this year from what we've had in the past and let me just say that this place is the definition of renewal- what a breath of fresh, beautiful air!<br />
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After a bit of lunch, and some downtime around the hotel and on the beach, we began to organize the participants' bags complete with goodies from the states.<br />
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Geo has been spending a lot of time reading Calvin and Hobbes. He likes to read them out loud to us as we're in the car which is rather unfortunate because so much of the comic, like his other favorite, The Far Side, needs to be seen to be fully understood. But he's reading so we're happy. <br />
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But the real problem with Calvin and Hobbes is that it introduces some pretty big areas of question for his growing mind. And I'm not referring to communism, capitalism, or the differences between boys and girls- I'm referring to questions about Santa.<br />
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So the other day in the ISH and Geo are whispering in the back of the car, and suddenly, in a bit of a panic ISH states: Geo says that Santa's not real!<br />
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Me: Geo? Did you tell him that?<br />
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Geo: Yes.<br />
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Me: Why?<br />
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Geo: Because he's not.<br />
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Me: Oh? Where did you hear that?<br />
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ISH: So he is real? (and he turns to give a smug look to his brother)<br />
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Me: I'm didn't say that, I'm just asking who told him that.<br />
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Geo: No one. I just figured it out by myself.<br />
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Me: So you're saying there's no such thing as Santa or Agatha or.....<br />
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Geo: Oh no! <i>Agatha's <b>real</b></i>. It's just Santa who's made up.<br />
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I didn't go to Chic-fil-a yesterday. It wasn't out of protest against <a href="http://www.christianpost.com/news/chick-fil-a-president-says-gods-judgment-coming-because-of-same-sex-marriage-78485/">Chic-fil-a's views</a>. I personally agree with the thought that marriage, as designed by God, is meant for one man and one woman to enjoy together. (Also other posts for other days would include diving into whether most Christian marriages are actually honoring God with how husbands and wives treat each other. Does your marriage, does my marriage, reflect the beauty that God meant for it to have? If not, I would question why it matters who can and can't get married since we're not really living out the story of God and his church through marriage either way... but that's for another day).<br />
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I didn't not go because I think it was a bad idea. If you want to go out and support a local business that you like, go for it. And if that happens to be on a day when tons of other people want to stand in line to go too, great. More power to you.<br />
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I didn't go because I don't exactly think that God in the flesh would have been there in his car, waiting to be served tasty chicken to prove something to others. Would Christ be there to show the world that true religion is supporting a business that morally thinks the way I do? (Side note- I don't think supporting businesses that support similar morals as you or me is wrong, I just think we begin to walk a dangerous line when we see it as an act of showing the world our faith and stance on God and church and marriage.)<br />
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But- have no fear good-hearted, well meaning Christians. We still have a chance to do some good, true, pure religion here. <br />
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On July 19 the LGBTQ community called for August 3 to be<a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/444598242237116/"> National Same-Sex Kiss Day</a>. And, according to the Facebook count as I write 12,050 people are planing to attend with another 100,000+ still deciding. That's some huge numbers of people turning out to show how offended or hurt or angry or fill in the blank that they are because of all of this. That's over 100,000 people that we have the chance to show what Jesus would really do in this. So here's my challenge:<br />
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Grab your I Love Jesus shirt, or a shirt for your church or youth group and as many ice cold waters as you can (because if your weather is anything like it's been here -113 today and not cooling off anytime soon- people are going to be hot even at 7:00pm CST) and head down to your nearest Chic-fil-a. Then with sincere love and kindness offer the water and a smile and, if they'll let you, a hug, to each person that is there to show how wrong we are. Show them the love of God and show them that they are people just as worthy of the love and grace of God as we are.<br />
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Ready, set, go. <br />
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"So," he began as we were driving, "I'm part German."<br />
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"Yes," I replied. "Your Great-Great-Great Granddad immigrated from Germany."<br />
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"And I'm part Irish."<br />
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"Well Scot-Irish according to the priest I met in Ireland."<br />
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"And I'm part French."<br />
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"Yes, Great-Grannie's family is from France."<br />
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"And Daddy's part British. That's why I can speak like Harry Potter so well."<br />
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"So then ...." he paused pensively, "What's ISH?"<br />
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"ISH?!" I replied, looking at LK, "ISH is your biological brother."<br />
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But then at 2:30AM, when the same said child comes into your bedroom, waking you from the dead. Telling you the sirens are sounding, you reply Shhh. Shhh sweet boy. Get into bed. That's not the sirens. And you roll over and go back to sleep.
But oh yes, it was.
Weather radio app loaded. Volume set on loud. If there are storms tonight- we'll be better prepared.
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After spending almost two weeks in Israel it's been catch up since I've been back. Which has, in turn, meant falling into bed rather tired at the end of the day.<br />
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If only the suitcase would unpack itself and the laundry move itself over. Oh and if the chicken could get itself out of the freezer in time to be defrosted for dinner, that would be fab too. (No, actually chicken that can, at will emerge from the freezer would totally creep me out!).<br />
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One place I have tried to post lately is on my blog dedicated to thankfulness.<br />
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If you're looking for snapshots into my life, it won't have the crazy quips from the boys, but it will, hopefully, give you a sense of my life and what I'm thankful for in it (both the good and the why now moments).
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<a href="http://ineverysituation.blogspot.com/">Check it out</a> and share the thankfulness.<br />
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I mean let's face it, this 50 something year old man goes around singing songs like Fishcakes and Heads while giving "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/5693071446/">Head Squishes</a>" and calling young kids "Characters." You just kind of have to know Alan to get him I suppose.<br />
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But today, he turned on the serious side and blew us all away as he sang solo in the <a href="http://www.christusrex.org/www2/baram/B-st-anne.html">St. Anne's Church</a> in Jerusalem.<br />
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I wasn't there when Dad and Alan were first talking with the fathers but apparently the song Holy City came up and Alan mentioned he had known it, but hadn't sung it since he was 16. The fathers didn't have the song in braille but they made a copy for Dad and as Dad mumbled the words to Alan, he was able to remember the song.<br />
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Here is Alan singing Holy City (he was pretty excited to be able to, as he said, Sing Holy City in the Holy City).<br />
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And here is his encore!<br />
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