me a missionary????

well, I'm missing my man immensely, but God has given me great times with the kids. They have been in the pool everyday since he left. we cannot wait until school is over. I also had the opportunity to talk with our neighbor about eternity the other day. we have been praying for an opportunity and I actually took advantage of the one God gave!! I have often prayed in the past for such opportunities only later to realize they've gone right by without me doing a thing. if you would pray along with me for our neighbors across the street, Emerson and Mary. He is in the hospital and Mary is not expecting him home. Shame on me for waiting so long!! They are in their mid 90's and her kids are now cleaning out the house that he was born in. I have offered to take her to visit her husband in the hospital, pray that I can and that I will have boldness in sharing Christ with both of them. With all of our neighbors actually, we are surrounded by unbelievers literally, pray that we would be a light to all of them.

caught staring

So I’ve been thinking quite a lot about my hunk of studliness and am so amazed. I caught myself the other day just staring at him and smiling. When he caught me looking I must admit I felt a little childish and a little like those couples we used to make fun of at WOL. You know, the ones who would just sit and stare at the “other” with their dreamy eyes.
The love I felt for him at that moment was so immense, the thoughts and feelings I had were so strong and so many. Not that I don’t love him every minute of every day, but in that passing minute I got a glimpse of Jack. All the reasons I fell in love with him and all the reasons why I still love him. His dedication to his family, his enthusiasm in ministry, his one good joke, his “growing up” stories that I know by heart, the fact that he never tires of pointing out his old houses, the pink elephants he brings in the house, the way he can get the kids to laugh, his new found love of the outdoors, his loyalties that run so deep, his “nothing half-way” attitude, the fact that he is….. what did we call it Jon…. Oh yeah, “New Jersey”, his love of music and his willingness to learn it, that he still lets me beat him in tennis, he lets me be the “fun one” sometimes, and he lets me cry and laugh in the same minute and all he has to do is hug me, the way he talks me up so much to others and wont let anyone talk poorly of me (except for maybe my sisters).
There’s so much wrapped up in Jack and yet I quickly get distracted by the hustle of life and take for granted that which I treasure most here on earth. Life at times seems to blind me of who matters most to me, when what I really want to do is sit and stare.