Month Four

Dear Friends and Family,

I feel like I should be writing "Month Twelve" by now and I can't believe it has only been just four. Wopsle and I took advantage of the amazingsummerweather and went on a walk tonight. Tonight was a night to take everything in from the past month. We smelled the fresh wet air, got a Chisholm Corner beverage, and listened to the quiet quiet sounds of Duncan at dusk. It's beautiful. The sound of silence is a wonderful calming sound and I swear you can see every star in God's big beautiful night sky.

This past month has been a whirlwind. We have gone back and forth in evaluating our purposes for the ministry as well as for our lives. I posted recently about some internal struggles I've been having on my own. Here's what I know. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I love the Lord with all my heart. I know that I love seeing life change and thrive on the ministry that I have with my husband. I know he is the love of my life and I'm a better person because of him. And I know that God has given me so many amazing gifts and talents. I know that there is much work to be done for the Kingdom and I am a small small part of that. So, therefore I know I be okay.

This past month I have discovered a new favorite movie in Juno. I love the cleverness of this film as well as the outstanding soundtrack it provides. I do not like the message of high school relationship working out as the result of a pregnancy. It's a cute, great, hilarious movie nonetheless. This movie also somehow managed to brainwash me into thinking that I wanted a baby. No, we are not pregnant although we did each have our first baby dream. Wopsle's included me naming our baby girl "God Yahweh Wopsle" and in mine I named the baby "Jaime Oliver Wopsle." He's a cook on Food Network in case you were wondering.

So, in order to silence those rediculous pregnancy cravings, we decided to get a dog. But alas, the iron fist of our Landlord came down with an absolute negative. Doesn't she know that babies poop more than dogs? I'll show her. Anyway, so through a series of unfortunate events, we inherited 50 Wal-Mart goldfist. That's kinda like kids, right? Anyhoo, we're down to 20 fish now and aren't they just a barrell of monkeys?! There's Carrot Top, and Big Whitie, and Favorite, and Hiro, and Dot, and Shark, and Blackie, and Poophead. The rest all look too much alike to name. To date, not a single one that we have named has died. We'll see.

So, to recap the month: Duncan smells good, God is good all the time, I'm not pregnant, and we have a fish named Poophead. Life is a chair of bowlies!

Love,
The Wopsles