We survived…thanks to your prayers and God’s goodness! FES was a great success and we are glad to have done it and to now be able to turn that page. The session went very well. Both kids passed to the next level of swimming, starred in the play B.C. Bedtime Stories, and did well on the IOWA standardized tests. These tests, though not ideal, will help us as we plan next year’s school year to make sure we are focusing a bit extra where there are needs. Yes, as of now there are no teachers for the Primary School, so I am planning to teach all three little weasels!!! (And I am looking forward to the dynamics of having all three in there at the same time – with fear and trepidation!!)
We have chosen a site for the upcoming youth camp (to take place at the end of July when the team from the US is here) and registration brochures are being distributed. The team coming will be 12 people, both college and high school. Including them we are looking at about 50-60 for this camp…very exciting. It really seems to meet a current need here. I think we will have to turn many away…and are already doing that, unfortunately.
Our summer is picking up! Only about a month (6/26) until the grandparents come to visit for a little over 2 wks…we are so looking forward to that! The night they leave we have some dear friends that we worked with in Columbia coming for a week to bless us and also to help prepare for the arrival of the US team. The mission team will arrive the 27th of July and leave the 5th of August. We will continue to need your prayers to get through this very busy, but hugely exciting, time.
A cute TCK (Third Culture Kid) story…Sam was getting dressed about two weeks ago to go have a pony ride with Gilles, while the bigger kids and I were at FES. I had instructed him to go put “pants” on. When I went up to brush my teeth, he was all flustered looking through his drawers. I asked what was wrong and he said in a very hopeless tone, “Mommy, I forgot what pants look like.” Well, we don’t wear long pants here and so he had no idea what I meant by pants. Just one of the treats of living in a third culture.