My Mom and Dad leave for India tomorrow. Dad goes every year, so sending him off, while still a prayer request because it is a long journey, isn't quite so traumatic. But Mom, Mom doesn't go as often. Now that she has been struggling with so much pain, and balance and has her cane - traveling across the world is a little more stressful.
But, Dad has hope in a therapy there in India. Along with his usual support of the ministry he has always been involved with, visiting the people they love and bringing supplies that are needed, he is bringing Mom to see a specialist for a bit of homeopathic medicine.
Please, pray for safety while traveling. Pray for comfort in the plane, since Mom hurts all the time anyway - I can promise you that sitting in a plane for 13 hours isn't the best thought! Most of all, pray that a different doctor looking at her MRI will see something new, and let God work through his therapy to heal her completely.
Now, on to a recap of a very fun afternoon.
The cast party for Anne of Green Gables. Act 1 is made up of youth, mostly 12-20. Younger siblings are often invited to participate, and some of the older students who have "graduated" still come back and make a guest appearance. But the majority of the cast are usually teens. Ah, teenagers.
|I purposely took a picture of the proud mom taking a picture of her son. |
Someday, that will probably be me.
What more could you want?
The musicians were actually playing their first "gig". Adam, the guitarist, was in the play.
He was jamming, and the kids were playing around. Canaan was joining in, very enthusiastically.
Flips, Sliding across the floor on his knees (no wonder I can't keep a pair of jeans without holes!) playing the air guitar.
|Canaan and his friend True were having a blast!|
For the closing song they played the theme song to Pirates of the Caribbean.
Canaan came up to me, his heart pounding, his eyes tearing up.
I thought he must have sprained his ankle doing some crazy dance move -
Instead, I hear, "Mom, this is just the coolest thing EVER!!!".
Cool enough to bring him to tears.
And he is only 7 (and a half, as I am often reminded).
I don't want to think about how much he is going to love music when he is 15.
Or how loud he is going to play it.
At least I have Andy to prepare me now! Blessings,