Outside my window: Spring. [Sigh.] I love spring. I love the birds’ return and the tulips (both the ones in the garden and the ones I brought inside) and all the trees. I love our hens’ fresh eggs and the neighbors’ wind chimes.
This is my neighbor’s crabapple tree, but this year it appears to be half-apple (on the bottom) and half-crabapple (on the top).
In the kitchen: Last night we had a Sabbath feast with friends visiting from far away. This week (for Holy Week) we’re planning a lot of soups- butternut squash, black bean with lime, white bean chili, rosemary potato. Do you eat differently during Holy Week?
In the school room: We finished our standardized testing last week, so this week we return you to our regular programming. The younger kids are working on reports, Jonah is finishing up his AP content and working on review, and I’m studying for my Boards (on Friday). I’m also hoping we can make it to this art exhibit at the medical school this week.
On my reading table: I’m deep in Girl in Translation (Jean Kwok). So good.
In my shoes: I’m starting to run a little more. And my runs are starting to feel like runs-with-a-little-walking, instead of walks-with-a-little-running. I’m sure I’d go faster if I weren’t stopping to taking photos of blooming trees every ten feet.
Grateful: For Holy Week. For a great Children’s Church yesterday, despite confusion about when we were excused from the service and who was supposed to be helping me (and for KC, who stepped in).
For Phoebe’s yoga classes she’s been teaching in my room at night: very relaxing. (She’s using these Yoga Pretzel cards to prepare her class.)
For friends who have visited us these past ten days and blessed us with their humor, their wisdom, their courage and their tears.
For Facetime with Fiji.
Praying for: Egypt. Syria. Refugees, and those who minister among them. The Neals and Simons. Mandy, Judy, Anne, Dave, Christine, Lori, Ruth, Gill, Betsy. My patients. Those wondering when ICE will knock on their doors. Patience and grace at home. Courage to stand with the hurting.
May you have a holy week of walking with the Lord. I’ll be back in this space after Easter.