Friday, May 14, 2010

Open Fences

(Thankfully wrong season, but still the congregating spot of the neighborhood for both the young and old.)

Only 7 more weeks until our little guy will be here! I can't believe how fast time has flown, though I must admit I am now in the stage where I'm just ready for him to come. Between the extreme exhaustion, major heartburn and the return of nausousness, I don't know if I will be able to make it through this time. (OKAY, maybe a little dramatic-but not much.) The only problem is that I am not prepared, unless I want him wearing pink, frilly dresses. So it's good that I have a few more weeks to go through what I have and what I need. I'm also trying to figure out where we will be placing his cradle. I haven't had a whole lot of time to do anything because since returning from Poland our days have been filled with doctor's visits, church services, Bible studies, getting our registration.............and visiting with the neighbors.

Since my dandelion post, I have already received 3 lilac bouquets which have filled the house with their beautiful scent. In a way, it has been nice to have our yard so open that everyone stops by to talk, but some days I long for the privacy a higher fence would bring so that I could just hide and relax with my girls. We can't go anywhere without kids and people coming over to talk and hang out. At the same time, I like the fact that everyone is slowly opening up and talking with us and if we had that higher fence, I know I would not have met half of the neighbors that I have.

Tonight as we were hanging out in the yard one of the neighbor girls came over and played with Anna and Lydia. While they were playing two boys came over and sat across the street from our house. They started harrassing her, falling around, singing songs....I thought they must be drunk or at least imitating their fathers. This went on for about 20 minutes. I was so tempted the whole time to ask the girl if they had been drinking and finally did after I saw one of them throwing up. She carelessly told me "Yeah, they're drunkards." When I asked her how old they were, she told me 10 years! I almost started crying. She said that there had been a group of them hanging out around our house last night. We had heard them but figured it was just rowdy kids hanging out by the tire swing because the gate was broken and our yard wide open. I don't think that I have ever seen anything so sad as these two little boys so drunk that they are falling all over the place, laying down anywhere and getting sick. I pray that I never become so de-sensitized that the "normal" things we see every day stop breaking my heart.


  1. My heart breaks for those boys. I have a 10 year old son. My husband and I have taught him since he was a baby to hate sin and the devil and to strive to please God. How sad to see the hold that Satan already has on those boys. Thank you for your willingness to go and be a light to the people who live in darkness.
    I had never seen a drunk person before living in Russia. Over the past 7 years I have seen lots of them. I too hope I never become de-sensitized so that my heart doesn't ache for those people.
    I enjoy following your blog.
    Oh, and I hope the remaining time of your pregnancy goes quickly for you.



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