Sunday, May 10, 2009

Keep praying for Wenny

Wenny just went through her second chemo treatment last week. It initially went well, but it is taking its toll on her body. She walked to her bathroom yesterday morning, and then tried to get back and passed out. She hit her head pretty hard and couldn't remember her name or where she was. Bambang called the ambulance to get her to the hospital. Except for the large lump on her head, she was okay. After a few hours there, they released her to go back home.

Please keep praying over these next few days for strength and energy for Wenny. And that the chemo is doing its job in getting rid of the cancer. We'll know more in a week or two if it is or not.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

That's a grave Daddy!

Wednesday was a big day for me. I turned 40. Could it possibly be? That's what everyone is asking me - at least those who knew me growing up. (By the way, a BIG THANKS to everyone who made my day special in sending me messages on Wednesday!)

Delaney helped get me into the spirit of this new decade of life. All the kids made cards for me and they were sitting under my plate at breakfast. I picked up each one and made a special effort to ooodle over every detail. As I opened Delaney's card:



Me: "Look at this beautiful spiral!" (ooohing and ahhing)

Delaney: "Daddy, that's not a spiral . . . That's a grave!"

The whole family erupted in laughter and little Delaney started to tear up.

Me: "Delaney, do you know what a grave is?"

Delaney: "No."

Again laughter . . . and more tears.

After explaining what a grave is she brightened up and said, "That's Jesus coming out of the grave!"

Wish we could of had that on video!


Meeting Pak Polisi

In Indonesia, a common way to greet the police around town, especially for little children, is to call him Pak Polisi . . . Mr. Policeman. We had the opportunity to meet with the chief of police forMalang on Friday night, a huge honor here. He came to watch the Malang Football Club boys U-21 soccer practice, which plays at the international school.
Agus and I got a chance to meet him.

He met and talked with the team and . . .

. . . joined the team in prayer.