A friend phoned us from Michigan, asking how we are. Our area of Texas had only a little wind and very little rain from Ike. Family members from Corpus Christi came to spend the weekend after boarding up their windows, just in case, and returned home today, paying more for gas, of course. We are grateful for low number of hurricane deaths reported so far but are saddened by the vast property damage.
As for our next grandchild's arrival, latest word is that it's marked for the 18th in Arkansas. We will be driving up a day early (perhaps before?) and joining Joy's mom from Portugal who is already there for the big event. Mark was born in Brazil, Joy in Portugal and their child will be our first grandchild to be born in Arkansas. Each of our other four grand kids was born in a different state: Texas, Pennsylvania, Florida and Rhode Island. Could this reflect the rootlessness of third culture kids, their parents? By the way, you know you are a missionary if you have a time-zone map next to your phone. Or you have friends from, or in, about 29 different countries. Or you speak with authority on the subject of airline travel.
In closing, on my last blog I offered to send you my story,
Bees, Chickens & Church Pews. You didn't request it but so far 56 other happy people did, about 25% on our email address list. Sorry you missed out! On next blog will report on new grandbaby, so be patient!
