Happy Birthday Lisl!!!

Gray Hair and Hearing Aids

I've decided that sixteen is definitely older than fifteen, sixteen is when people start asking if you have a job. People ask what you plan on doing when you are out of school. And if you are going to Bible School next winter. But the question they ask most is "so, do you have your drivers license?". And you always primly answer no. Your younger siblings start calling you an old lady when you can't seem to get enough energy to go sledding with them, or hollering "watch out for her cane" when you start beating on someone for asking how many gray hairs you have found. Sixteen is the age when every time you are with a young mom she asks if you can baby sit next week (I enjoy doing this btw). Sixteen is when your older brother buys you a snowmobile for your birthday... Well actually he bought it for himself, but hey, if a guy has a sister who will say its hers, why not buy a third one!?
What makes a person feel really old is when you have two people congratulate you for being a grandma in one day!!!! And not just a first grandchild, a third grandchild! Okay, so maybe I should use my own chat instead of moms Google chat after this :)
But I discovered today that I am answering yes to some of the questions people ask.
Yes, I have a cleaning job, no, I don't have my drivers license, no I don't have contact's, yes, I'm graduating next year, yes, I'm planing on going to Charity Bible School next year (seems like I've been asked that by all the youth I know!), yes I will babysit next week, And no I haven't found a gray hair yet!
But I think that the most exciting yes I have is "YES, I'M GRADUATING NEXT YEAR!!!!!".
That's weird, that's something only older siblings and their friends do, not me!
I was rather shocked when I discovered today that I will be graduating next year instead of the year after next with out even trying, I mean, if you are out of schoolwork you kinda have to stop right?
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Quote Of The Day :
-Dad digging around with his contact case in one hand and bifocals in the other, "Frank? Did you take off with the contact solution!?".
-Me, grinning widely, "Um... Dad? I don't have contacts!".
-Dad, "You don't! Why!?".
I don't know why, but for some reason its always my fault if he is missing his leatherman or his contact solution.

Skating!!!!!!

We went skating last week for the first time.
FUN!!!!

“Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”

Precious Children

I was browsing through the pictures on Dads computer tonight and I found this picture of a little Native American girl who used to come with her sister and play at our house nearly every day. She and her sister had interesting names, that I will never forget, Heaven and Paris...
They where bright little spots in my life, especially Heaven. She would come running into the house (after someone opened the door for them, they never came into the house without knocking) and give me a big hug. She always wanted to play house, and was never overly interested in having story's read to her. One day she came to our house with her hair cut off to shoulder length, she had tried cutting it and her Mom had had to finish the job for her :)
They loved it when I would spend whole afternoons helping them make "stew" or "bread" in the little kitchen out in the woods. But Heaven liked it best when I would let her help me bake real bread in the real kitchen. They were the first children to say they would come to NBCC and they came to VBS at Northwoods one year as well. I pray that they never forget the things that they learned when in contact with us.
And then one day they didn't come, and they did not come the next day either, or the next.
They had been talking about maybe moving a couple months before, and then they where gone.
I have not seen them since, the man that they called "Daddy" when I knew them still lives just down the road from us. And I can only hope and pray that some day when I get to Heaven I will find them calling God their Father along with me.
Now I've got more Native American children to pray for too, Clifford, Bobby, Brett... And many many more.
Teaching at NBCC has taught me allot about how wonderfully much God has blessed me with my amazing Christan home... He gave amazing Christian parents. Who always know where I am, who are always happy that I'm home when I get home, and they always love me no matter what I do. So please, when you think of it, help me pray for all the precious little children on the reserve here.