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17 enero 2015
16 enero 2015
12 enero 2015
I seriously disagree!
"Men have oftener suffered from the mockery of a place too smiling for their reason than from the oppression of surroundings over-sadly tinged." -The Return of the Native
06 enero 2015
За меня!
I have done it! I have finally read, and even enjoyed, Anna Karenina. It has taken the failure of the past 15 years to push me and my nostalgia for Russian culture to pull me, but I have done it!
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За меня!
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01 enero 2015
Amazing!
Girum, in Amharic, means "amazing." And I have just been blessed to experience his amazing-ness!
For the past five or so days, I have been knocked-out, sick. Horrible stuff. Honestly, it was nearly as bad as the aftermath of chemotherapy. For one of those days, Rob was at church playing drums. For another, he was at work. I thought that I was on my own, but... not really.
The amazing Girumy came in to me, several times throughout the nights of feverish sweating, to pray over me and kiss me. The kid would just come in, put his hands on me, pray, kiss me and go back to bed. In a few hours, he'd be back, doing the same thing. Amazing!
The child prepared and served five meals for himself and his siblings, whilst I was writhing in discomfort. I mean, they had fruit and graham crackers for every one of those meals, but... who cares? I didn't have to move and the kids were satisfied. Amazing!
On one of my innumerable trips back and forth to my bed, I saw that Girumy and Ty were sweeping the house. G said, "MamA! We're doing the work so that you can rest!" Amazing!
Thank you, God, for this blessing!
For the past five or so days, I have been knocked-out, sick. Horrible stuff. Honestly, it was nearly as bad as the aftermath of chemotherapy. For one of those days, Rob was at church playing drums. For another, he was at work. I thought that I was on my own, but... not really.
The amazing Girumy came in to me, several times throughout the nights of feverish sweating, to pray over me and kiss me. The kid would just come in, put his hands on me, pray, kiss me and go back to bed. In a few hours, he'd be back, doing the same thing. Amazing!
The child prepared and served five meals for himself and his siblings, whilst I was writhing in discomfort. I mean, they had fruit and graham crackers for every one of those meals, but... who cares? I didn't have to move and the kids were satisfied. Amazing!
On one of my innumerable trips back and forth to my bed, I saw that Girumy and Ty were sweeping the house. G said, "MamA! We're doing the work so that you can rest!" Amazing!
Thank you, God, for this blessing!
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