Scripture standout: Ps 39: "Everyone is but a breath,
even those who seem secure.[b]
Mark 2: "1 A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. 2 They gathered in such large numbers that there was no room left, not even outside the door, and he preached the word to them. 3 Some men came, bringing to him a paralyzed man, carried by four of them. 4 Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus by digging through it and then lowered the mat the man was lying on. 5 When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralyzed man, “Son, your sins are forgiven.”
Morning thoughts: The Solace kids, including Qudrat, are leaving on a big airplane from Jacksonville to Dulles to Dubai to Kabul today. It is bittersweet, but mostly bitter. Quodrat does not want to go home to his orphanage. There have been tears. My gut is wrenched, and I know his is, too.
It has been an amazing summer establishing new friendships with incredible young people and children. It's hard to say goodbye. Ashraf will be here for at least another two months. He doesn't know this yet, but he's going to stay with another family soon. Saying good bye is so hard, but necessary I guess. But the big lesson here has been the community that formed around and through and with these children. It was not unlike the paralyzed man being lifted through the roof — to quote Hilary, it does take a village.
His Deed/The Day: I am spent and have very few words to share. The kids have made it to their Dubai flight. It is the end of a very long day. I drank almost an entire bottle of Chardonnay tonight — the first glass of which I enjoyed in my bed (of all places!) while working intently for the first time in weeks. I guess today's deed was letting go.
Morning thoughts: The Solace kids, including Qudrat, are leaving on a big airplane from Jacksonville to Dulles to Dubai to Kabul today. It is bittersweet, but mostly bitter. Quodrat does not want to go home to his orphanage. There have been tears. My gut is wrenched, and I know his is, too.
It has been an amazing summer establishing new friendships with incredible young people and children. It's hard to say goodbye. Ashraf will be here for at least another two months. He doesn't know this yet, but he's going to stay with another family soon. Saying good bye is so hard, but necessary I guess. But the big lesson here has been the community that formed around and through and with these children. It was not unlike the paralyzed man being lifted through the roof — to quote Hilary, it does take a village.
His Deed/The Day: I am spent and have very few words to share. The kids have made it to their Dubai flight. It is the end of a very long day. I drank almost an entire bottle of Chardonnay tonight — the first glass of which I enjoyed in my bed (of all places!) while working intently for the first time in weeks. I guess today's deed was letting go.
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