Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have 8 children ages 8, almost-7, 6, 5, 4, 4, 2, and 2?
I’ll tell you. It’s a little crazy. And oh-so-fun.
This is what the table looks like at meal time:
Recently, we were blessed to have the Perry kiddos join us for an overnighter so that their parents could have a little time alone to celebrate their anniversary. (Go, Craig and Kathy! Thirteen years! Woo-hoo!) We had a splendid time!
We are so thankful for fun friends!
Way back in 2001, I was able to go to Romania on a short term missions trip through Cornerstone University, which was led by a great lady named Terre. Luke also knew Terre through his improv comedy team called RISEN Ministries.
Fast forward a half decade or so, and our church began to support a great couple named Andrew and Leah Postema. Leah just so happens to be Terre’s daughter, and the Postemas are missionaries to Romania.
Andrew, Leah, and their three awesome kiddos are home on furlough right now, and one of the things they’re involved in while they’re home is a couple of weekend junior high retreats at Lake Ann Camp. This past weekend they were going to be a little short-staffed, so our family had the great privilege of going up to help at camp.
Oh. My. Fun.
The basic gist of the weekend was that as the kids entered camp, they were entering Communist Romania. Soldiers had “taken over” the camp, and they didn’t look kindly upon Christians or Bibles or chapel meetings. You get the idea.
As the campers rolled in, the kids and I did our part…Grace, Caleb, and I stood out along the driveway next to a burn barrel. As the cars/vans came in, I stopped them and told them something like, “Be very careful. The regime has taken over the camp, and they don’t look kindly upon Christians. If you have Bibles, hide them! There are soliders up ahead, and they will be looking for your Bibles. We are Christians, and they kicked us out of our home. We have nothing. We are starving. Do you have any food?”
A few cars gave us food. How sweet!
It just so happened that it was cold and rainy that night, so the kids didn’t even have to pretend to be sad. See?
After about an hour, we were done. Then Luke’s part began, and he was busy busy busy the rest of the time.
Okay, so the weapon is a little scary.
It was a pretty tiring weekend for him, because he spent the whole time being mean to the kids. He actually does like junior high kids, so it was draining to have to always be the mean guy.
And it was confusing for Jaden. He asked me bajillions of times last weekend, “Is my daddy a bad guy?”
We are so thankful to have really awesome, godly friends who love sharing Christ with others! Thanks, Postemas, for a GREAT weekend!
We saw this post as we were looking through the archives for something in particular recently. This is a picture of Grace and her sweet friend Karisa, three years ago…
The last time I went blueberry picking was the summer of 2007, when Grace had a broken leg and 1-year-old Caleb ate a LOT of green berries. But since four years have passed, I figured it was time to give it another try.
I left the boys with our beloved Miss Wendy. (For those of you who don’t know her, she is an awesome kid-magnet, a beloved teacher of the 2- and 3-year-olds at church, and a very generous person with her time and resources.) My friend Sommer and her daughter Maddie, as well as a sweet friend from church named Ginny, all piled into our van with the girls and me, and we trekked to Coopersville, to Ven Roy Blueberries. Ginny has been picking there for 25 years and highly recommended it. The orchard itself was very clean and well-kept, the blueberries were great (especially considering that it’s the tail end of the season), and the price was GREAT ($1.35/lb).
See the bucket hanging from Sommer’s waist? If you’ve never picked blueberries, you may not know how this works. You just tie a string around your waist, and on the string is a clip. You clip your bucket on, and it hangs there, ready for you to fill. It’s very convenient and makes for faster picking!
Oh, did I mention that in the summer of 2007 I was about 6 months pregnant for Ava? You can imagine how silly I looked with a bucket hanging in front of my mondo-belly!