Place, I have decided, is a big deal. Setting is a critical part of any story, and it often changes the story entirely--like ours does. It's meaningful to point out things we live with everyday, converse about all the differences, and just to be together in this place that's altered our lives so much. Yes, the traffic really is this bizarre. Yes, Oliver saves my life pretty much every day. Yes, that huge, lopsided, lime-green monstrosity is a jackfruit. Yes, these people are beautiful. Yes, watching J. is like watching a cartoon. All of this goes a long way, especially with grandkids who seem to be growing at the speed of light.
The bad news: We are sick--again. And we are sharing it with our guests. You'll remember that John had malaria while my (Janel's) folks are here. He started things off with a bang this time, acquiring the stomach flu along with Baden, followed by his stepmom. Boo. My family's been sick with at least three different viruses (this is the second stomach flu) for the last three weeks, with an ear infection before that. It's frustrating when precious time with family is spent as one of the otherwise worst-feeling days of your year. But we trust that God has this in His plan, too.
We'd love your prayers for wellness, and simply for rich times together. As we experienced with the last family visit, the time is all-too-quickly...