Modesty, my opinion.

The self-righteous attitude behind the new modesty movement makes my heart incredibly heavy with sorrow and pity for those caught in it.  I understand where it comes from, because I was there once.  This attitude shows someone who is spending entirely too much time worrying about the sins of other people while congratulating herself that she's not like them.  "Thank you Lord, that I'm not like those sinners."

Seriously?!

There is so much judgement about what is modest enough-  and the funny thing is that each religious group (and even non-religious) has its own set of modesty standards.  For instance, my son was filling out an application for a job at a place that locals say is owned by Christians, because the live concerts that happen there tend to be CCM. My research shows it's owned by the huge equity group that owns American Idol, but whatever.  They have a multiple page document on what constitutes acceptable appearance-  the rules they have for "decent appearance" would exclude both my husband and I from working there, as well as my pastor's wife and most of the people from my church.  My son only can still qualify because he's too young for tats, piercings, and doesn't mind buzzing his hair for the summer.

Burka to bikini, someone will complain about what women are wearing.  The denim jumper, the matching cape dresses, Catholic girl school uniforms, the length of skirts from fingertip length to ankle length, even the size of the heels of a woman's shoe or her make-up.... and look at the variety of head coverings from little white lace caps, plain cotton cloth, flowing beautiful scarves, to the full hijab. France outlaws the wearing of religious garb that covers the face; so do many other countries such as Turkey. People laugh at women who dress like this too-  Christians laugh. I hear Christian pastors make fun of Mormons' and Muslims' modesty rules, yet turn around and give modesty rules to their own women ("spaghetti straps are just not sleeves").

Now that it's summer again, I see comments on Facebook and forums from women about "those women in bikinis" and how they have to worry about covering their young boys' eyes.  I always roll my eyes, frankly, over "those women."  THOSE women. Like me? You know, maybe when I wear a bikini it's just because I love to experience God's creations-  the feel of the sun on my skin, the wind and the surf.  It feels different.  That's WHY I'm at the beach- it's a full experience. Maybe I'm not really worried about what others think or say, because I'm just capturing the moment.  And as far as I can tell, my kids are too.  Catching the moment and the wave.

South Padre Island with my family 

See, as far as I can see it, if I think I'll be bothered by what I will see, or what my kids will see, I JUST DON'T GO.  I stick to places that I know we'll feel more comfortable.  The pool during the day is pretty much empty; you have it for yourself... the others are at school or work.  The beach we went to was pretty much all ours that October day, too.  I put a pool in my own backyard (as low as a couple hundred dollars, for one big enough to float and splash with littles, about the price of the family membership to the public pool). If you don't think that Christian women should be unclothed at the beach then why are you there? Just don't go.

YOU don't get to decide how other people relate to God.  YOU only get to follow him for yourself.  You don't get to make rules, even based on a Bible verse, for other people.  And you don't get to smack anyone around with your religion to make them feel like they need to obey your rules.

And you don't get to blame anyone else on your son's heart. Ok, I get that little kids call people in swimsuits "naked"-  but he also calls all 4 legged creatures "dog" until we teach him otherwise.  My kids also called people naked if they were wearing a sleeveless shirt-  that doesn't mean they have some Spiritual secret, it means they have a limited vocabulary and a very short understanding of the world.  Back when my boys were preschoolers, in my home, we wore "modest" clothing-- shapeless sacks of dresses that reminded me every day of how good and holy I was, so much holier than everyone else, that I must love the Lord more than "those people" do.  My kids were being raised to standards that kept them separate... separate from anyone who may want to get near enough to actually get to know JESUS.  Of course they wouldn't find Jesus in our presence-- they'd only find a religion based on my favorite Bible verses.

Instead, as I've grown I've learned something--  Proclaiming that you are modest is like proclaiming you are humble.  The minute you bring it to someone's attention you've broken the modesty.   And while your mind is burning with your righteous anger at the naked heathens, you're suffering from something worse than immodesty-- you suffer from pride.

At some point I learned that my purpose in life is not to call others to my standards.  My purpose is to walk with Jesus, talk to Jesus, and let him rule MY heart.  To teach my own children to walk with Him, to talk to Him and let Him rule their hearts.  To be so full of HIS love that it oozes from our pores, that it comes into every action and every person near us can smell His sweet aroma.  If His love in me brings about a certain change in me, it's to His glory.... and if it changes anyone else near me, it's especially to HIS glory.

My God is too big for me to limit Him with my rules and standards that I have made up from picking out Bible verses that speak to me.  It absolutely cannot be what He intended, this hand-picking of Bible verses.  His Word is complete only when it is taken as a whole.  It's not a rule book- it's just not.  And Christianity is not a religion- religion is idolatry.  Christianity is being a little Christ, His working through us in the world.  Immanuel- God with us.

This opens our children's hearts to Him-  and it gathers others towards Him.

Religion repels people. Smug self-righteousness repels people, especially.  Frail humanity is what makes Jesus different from false Gods and false religions, and His grace and mercy that draw us and cover us no matter who we are, no matter what we've done, as long as we confess to Him that we can't do it on our own anymore and must lay down our sins and shames at His cross and accept His pure gift of love. Mercy. Grace.  Nothing I do makes me righteous- nothing but Him in me, through me, and for me. Even if I am in a bikini.

Why I don't coupon

Our family feeds 10 people breakfast, 6 people lunch, and 9-11 people dinner fairly regularly [this includes 2 men and 3-4 teen boys].  And then there is pizza night.  I've been reverse-budgeting (that is, analyzing my grocery receipts) in an effort to find equilibrium since our move. I'm a part of a community garden now, so I hope that will bring us a bountiful harvest-  and that I will figure out how to preserve it for use during the winter and spring. I pray we don't waste anything. Yeah, mostly I pray that these people will be filled and full of health from nutrition without wasting anything- food or money.

Typically I don't use coupons.  Very rarely.  The bugaboo -in my view anyway- is that coupons tend to make one buy something they wouldn't have wanted prior to seeing the coupon.  Coupons are marketing.  That's why they exist.  To make you think you need something.  So I have to be very careful, and set for myself a policy-  do not use a coupon for something you would not have bought if you didn't have the coupon.

I have a lifestyle commitment-- I don't get in my car and drive without carefully considering the cost.  My man has a dashboard computer that will even tell me what each trip in the car costs, like a Taxi's meter.  The cost is more than directly to my pocketbook-  there is a cost in our unjust world to every person less fortunate than I, when I use resources haphazardly. Using coupons would require me to spend more of my resources- resources that are nonrenewable (time) and that affect other people (fuel/smog/traffic congestion).

Another lifestyle commitment is sustainability.  I want recycled plastic garbage sacks- which I would not use at all if the city didn't require it.  I limit use of garbage sacks to one/week by recycling and composting and being careful.  I want recycled TP and would prefer to get a bidet attachment on the toilet and use personal washable cloths. I will not buy or use shampoo or conditioner that contain SLS, alcohols or waxes (dimethicone, for example). I prefer hand made soaps but don't like to make them. ;) I hate those plastic deodorant containers- they aren't coded for recycling and like shampoo bottles seem like an excessive amount of plastic running through our hands.  Baking soda can replace deodorant, shampoo, bathroom cleaner.  Plain white vinegar can replace conditioner, laundry softener, floor cleaner, and more.

I'm a pretty picky consumer.  I'll buy a pair of shoes that are made in the U.S.A. that cost $80 rather than something from Payless, when I can. Besides, the shoes from Payless and Target get worn out faster than more quality shoes. And I don't have the time or energy to buy shoes as often as they wear them out, so I prefer to find quality shoes that will last longer. Seriously, I bought my 9yo son and 14yo sons shoes from Target in April- and the 14yo's soles have already come apart and the 9yo's soles have just nearly worn through already.  In 4 weeks.  14yo had a pair from Payless last fall that lasted less than 6 weeks.  So it's just not worth it. I'm looking at some Keen's that are on clearance on Amazon.com right now.

Seven Kids: Shenanigans

With seven kids, you  know that sometimes you get shenanigans.

In fact, with kids at all, the default activity mode tends to be shenanigans.  Adults tend only to the shenanigans mode when they've had too much to drink or are hanging out with ancient school chums.  This leaves adults feeling mighty superior to the shenanigans, having suppressed outgrown the shenanigans.  Which is well and good, because the wisdom of Solomon rightly points out that shenanigans in children is childishness- but chronic shenanigans into adulthood is foolishness.

found when I searched "common license" pictures

The aim of the parent then is to help the children learn to suppress save the shenanigans for parties with old school chums and keep them in rein. The shenanigans, that is. Not the school chums.  Putting the school chum in a rein would be shenanigans.

How have I been gradually molding my Seven into sobermindedness over shenanigans, then? I thought about it, and came up with this answer.  1) Monty Python,  2) Divide and conquer strategy, and 3) treats.

Treats...  bribes, rewards, bait, stick-and-carrot.  Some parenting experts demand they don't work; animal trainers insist they do.  I have found the truth to be that it's an often overused tool that can be useful when cleverly applied.  Let's go back 17 years; my firstborn is a toddler. I want to speak to my best friend on the phone. We chat for an hour at a time, regularly. She has no children yet, and one day she asks me, "What do you do with that baby while we talk? How do you manage to chat for so long?"  I smile as I say, "I promise him bathtime after the call, and dum-dums."  Yes, I strapped my curious climbing crashing cocky monkey into the high chair and give him a dum-dum. When the sugar itself no longer interests  him, I give him a small bowl or cup of water. He quickly figured out that he could dunk the dum-dum into the water and then "paint" with the colored syrupy stickiness on the tray, stick the candy to his body as if it were tape, rip it off again, and even drum on the tray.  He was happy for an hour. I even used treats for grocery shopping, always going past the bakery LAST on the list to pick up the free cookie offered to sweet children who ask nicely who have been good for mommy. (Yes, I told my kids that was the rule at the store, so sue me.)  ONE CAUTION:  Teach your kids one important lesson-  If you ask for the treat, the answer is always no. Treats are treats because they are offered to you!

Divide and Conquer Strategy... One child is a terrific helper.   Two children are rivals.  Three or more are a party.  In other words, keep it one-on-one.  If one parent is doing yard work, ONE child helps him and the others are sent far off to do something in a different galaxy far far away.  If you want the kitchen clean, ask ONE child and send the others to a far western shore.  If you want opening bell at the octagon, put two in the kitchen.  If you want a party, put them all in there.  How this works, practically and just if not fair, is that the oldest presenting child cleans the kitchen after dinner; the next oldest cleans the dining room. The next oldest cleans up the youngest. The rest are sent to clean up their own rooms, or whatever room I assign, and get ready for bed. Now that my oldest is a junior in high school, he's rarely home for dinner and sometimes heads right down to his room after dinner, so he's rarely counted as "the oldest presenting child."  But this is still just (if not fair in the next-born's eyes) because frankly, we all know that the oldest child pretty much cleaned the kitchen for the last 6 or 7 years, right?

Last, Monty Python.  I'm kidding, right?  The kings of shenanigans?  It started this way.  A few years ago, long before we even started our kitchen remodel in our old house, I was on the computer within 5 feet of my children who had been left to clean the kitchen. In my naiveté, I had left 2 kids to clean the kitchen. (I guess I figured I was right there....) They, of course, argued over who was going to wash and who was going to dry. In a moment of unexplained brilliance, I called the boys to come look at my computer screen~  they weren't arguing right, I proclaimed.  They needed some instruction on better arguing.  And I clicked 'play' on the You Tube video of.... The Argument Clinic.  The boys stared, transfixed and confused as they witnessed Monty Python for their first time.  At the end, they requested, "Play it again?" By the end of the second time they were giggling and following along with their own, "Is not! Is too!"  They begged to watch a few more from the "suggested videos" and discovered The Ministry of Silly Walks and The Dead Parrot. I sent them back to the kitchen to finish the cleaning- and the rest of the night was saved by "No no 'e's not dead, 'e's, 'e's restin'!"

I guess it's true what they say, a spoonful of sugar 'elps the medicine go down.

I am linking up to Women Living Well Wednesday and Works for Me Wednesday (at We are That Family). Be sure to visit both sites to get tips for living. I learn something new every week!

Eating from the Pantry

Every once in a while, you realize that you spent this week's grocery money last week.  What do you?

You plan your meals from what's in the pantry. (Since that's where your budget went, right?)

One of my go-to places for meal ideas is Eat At Home, where I found this recipe for "Cheesy Wrap Up" which, it turns out, I had the ingredients for.  I also had half a bag of brussels sprouts that still looked fine and a 5 lb bag of potatoes. The number ONE rule when working on a food budget is never, ever, spend your money on something that you are going to let waste.  Eat those greens in the fridge before they get slimy!

Last night we ate this chicken breast yummy goodies with roasted sprouts and potatoes.  I followed her suggestion of leaving them in the oven at a lower temp for a few more minutes, but I think mine were dry and overcooked. Next time we'll just do the broil.  The youngest kids looked at me like I'd grown horns when I suggested they try them so Dad gave them chicken nuggets. Our motto is fine, don't eat it, that leaves more for those of us who do like it.

So-- what else is in the pantry? A half block of cheddar and a package of turkey bacon. A pound of ground round.  A pound of venison sausage.  And a bag of chicken nuggets that are dwindling.  We have pasta and pasta sauce.  There's some alfredo sauce leftover in the fridge from pizza the other night.  I have red lentils, brown rice, quinoa.  I have maybe half a cup of pecans.  I have raisins.  There may be half a pound of green peas in the freezer?

Here's a sketchy plan for lunches (6 of us are home for lunch) AND dinners (serve 10).

Tuesday (today's Tuesday, right?):
Lunch is pasta alfredo! Dinner will be black eyed peas (thawed from freezer) with corn bread and the last of the mango-peach salsa and eggs fried sunnyside up.

Wednesday (babygirl's 5th birthday!):  Cheddar-bacon scones and pumpkin pie scones for supper, maybe with some quinoa pilaf cooked with raisins and pecans; lunch will be ramen with browned ground beef and peas.

Thursday:  Red Lentils and rice, seasoned with taco seasoning, my kids think this staple is as good as chicken nuggets (which you notice I haven't scheduled?  Um... better make them lunch today. Ha!)

Friday:  payday! I did it. We'll do pizza (homemade, of course) for supper and celebrate.

Victorian Garden in Spring, picture heavy

The "garden" of our Victorian house this Spring.  Since we moved into the house in June last year, and hadn't seen it since March during a snowstorm, this Spring has been truly one of discovery.  The garden had been planned and meticulously executed by the woman who had restored the house in the early 80s, and while there have been changes over the years, the owners between us didn't make many alterations from what we can tell. And yes, I have notes on the garden as well as a monthly to-do list, because the woman who did it was of German heritage. (Yes, I'm typecasting. But as I'm of German heritage, it's fair.)

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

Get Out!

I'm a part of a church planters network that is working by creating "missional communities."  A question was raised:  He says his wife and he are moving to a new area, and "are planning to go with a missional communities model.  How do you recommend identifying and training potential leaders for these groups?"

So far the answers he's gotten from other pastors seeking to transition go like this:

• My intuition is we need to start with one group that is our family and includes the few others that we can see are potential leaders of the future groups, train and then plant out groups, however I feel time is against us and new folk are joining the Sunday gathering who we want to get connected to groups right now not in 18 months time. 
• There are a lot of other questions to be able to answer here.  How many people are with you already?  How many of them can lead a group?  I'm a big believer of not planting a church until you have around 50 people.  As you may be aware, it is easier to get missional living going before the pressures of a gathering.  
•  We must decide what the minimum qualifications for a missional community will be.  They are not elders, and thus it doesn't make sense for all MC leaders to be fully elder-qualified to be able to lead a MC. 

If you’re like me, you need help to discover how to live on mission, to truly wake up every day knowing God has sent you on mission to your neighbours, friends and yes, even those you might perceive as your ‘enemies’. credit

Which is gospel and missional?  To spend your time hunting down group leaders and then trying to figure out how to make a group gather and grow bigger?  Or to speak the gospel into the lives of a few people that you can really invest in as you walk alongside them?

To get to a magical number (35, 50, 100) that are attending a weekly gathering?  Or to focus on the one that God has brought right into your life? And trust Him to make the increase?

To develop MCs, first you have to become a good disciple yourself.   To develop leaders, you have to disciple 1-2 other people who will become good disciples who can then disciple 1-2 others who will become good disciples who will disciple a few others.  Jesus didn't fret that there were only 12 in his group-  folks were so intrigued when they heard about him that they came looking for HIM; hundreds and thousands showed up. The disciples were recognized all over town, "Hey aren't you the guy that was with HIM?"

I can go almost anywhere in midtown, and people will recognize me and talk to me. Or if I mention my pastor, they know him. That's missional community.

Our group is letting go of the deeply instilled idea that we have to have one good man who can identify and train leaders who can successfully gather a good party at his house and get those people to show up to the gathering once weekly.  Seems like most of the energy in that case goes into building the weekly gathering.

It's ok if your weekly gathering isn't the focus or almost an afterthought.  The weekly gathering is for the mutual edification of disciples and to lift the name of the Father, in such a winsome way that others notice and approach at the fringes.  Tell me-- is there a parking lot between your worship and the fringe? Or can people literally walk past your door on their way down the street, and see in? Hear?  When my husband was in Cuba, one thing he noticed is that with the church's door on the street and no windows to muffle noises, there was a significant number of people who came looking for the source of the noise and walked in, and sat down.  Does that happen where you are?

As a leader, how do I get people to come to my house and sit around the living room so we can have "Missional Community"? Do I even want to? That's just a small group.  Rather, I've made it a point to get out, to know the folks on my block.  We go out in the front yard and street to play- we take extra toys.  We talk to everyone who walks by- even the junkies and drunks.  I sit and visit with the other women on my block- inviting them to have a cup of coffee in the morning or share wine in the evening.  A few of us have planted a community garden.  To get out of my house a lot, the garden helps, since it is demanding.  I introduce myself while I'm out, and ask people their names.  I talk to them.  I ask them to help provide security for the community garden, let people know that it's a community garden and anyone who wants to help work in it or give to it or clean up the lot or help protect it will be eligible to help harvest it. Some of us have put in a lot of time and money into this garden, we don't have sponsors, and it hurts when our garden hoses are stolen and trash is dumped.  But I hurt even more about Little Bit, the tiny woman with no teeth and bright yellow eyes.  Another way I get out of the house is to walk to the Save A Lot and get groceries daily.  Now I've learned the names of all the people who work there, and they know each of my kids (who goes in there alone on errands or just for snacks).  I walk to the liquor store where the drunks get their $1 beers, and I've bought a beer, then talk to the owner and the drunks outside. 

MC happens when we take just 1 other person and go out and talk to everyone along the way, everyone, until we notice that a few people are following or always showing up where they know you will be.  You share the gospel through short daily testimony and invite others to talk about how God makes himself known in their lives.  A couple will stick out as ones willing and ready to be disciples, but this is not the time to go IN and have a gathering indoors-- go OUT.

So yeah, in conclusion I guess what I think makes a MC a MC instead of a SG, is that you GET OUT.

Let's Talk Teens, Sex, and the Gospel

Not that long ago I said in a blog post that I asked my teen if he needed me to help him buy condoms.  Of course the expected comments appeared- aren't you afraid to give the impression that you are giving permission for that kind of behavior? Let's see...

1. Am I afraid of giving my kids permission to fail?  No, failure is one of our teachers.
2. Am I afraid to give my kids permission to believe in Grace? No, grace is necessary for faith.
3. Am I afraid of giving my kids permission not to feel the need to rebel in that area? Yes, I plan for kids to rebel, just like Adam and all his kin.

What I *am* afraid of is kids that don't think.  Kids that do think you aren't paying attention.  Kids who hate that you aren't paying attention and are bitter. I am afraid of kids who are hesitant to talk to me. I am afraid that my kids could have learned a false gospel, and it's MY FAULT.  A false gospel that tells them they have to be afraid to talk to me about failing because then I would not accept them. That they have to keep their lives clean to be acceptable.  That they have to worry whether I'm paying attention and whether I'll accept them.

When asking my child if he needs me to help him buy condoms and talking about what he thinks about having sex, I'm opening a lighthearted but heavy dialogue.  I'm saying "I acknowledge that you are growing up and part of you is sexual. I want you in turn to acknowledge that there are big things that can happen. I want you to listen to me, and trust me on this.  If you have not taken time to think through and decide WHO you are going to be, you could experience pain- and your mama doesn't want to see you suffer. Are you going to be a kid who just lets the moment and the hormones happen? Or are you going to be a kid who has a plan, to take a stand?  Are you going to come to me and talk through these things? Are you going to remember what you've been taught about modesty, purity, sexuality, and love?  Do you know that I'll love you and I'm on your team, whatever you do, because you're my son and I love you?"  

Telling my son I will love him even when he sins does not erase all the years of preaching abstinence -  and it certainly is not erasing the gospel.  IT IS THE GOSPEL. You are at heart a human who will make mistakes, who will sin against God and others, who will fail. But God knew you would, and he still chose to love you and give his son for you and call you his own. Good behavior looks nice and all, but I'm sticking with that gospel of grace-  you will fail, in your life, but God knew it and still loves you.  You don't need to spend years rebelling against a false gospel. "Good Christian Kids" rebel because they know that it's hypocritical.

A child's heart begins innocent (they aren't so far removed from heaven after all). Now don't get me wrong-- I've heard all the sermons with the proof texts that teach that all humans are born with a sin nature. I've heard all the anecdotes that kids are mean from early on. I'm not talking about that kind of innocence. I'm talking about a naiveté-  the part in the child that leads to the teaching that kids' damnation is subject to a subjective "age of accountability." That thing about kids that Jesus meant when he said "Let the little children come to me" and "the Kingdom is made up of these."  Kids are uniquely sensitive to Jesus' voice. Their hearts aren't hardened by years of rebellion...  yet. Parents create rebels. We don't have to teach them to hit, bike kick and scream, or even to lie and cheat. But that's not what truly makes a rebel. 

When we continually teach children a false gospel by our rules and punishments for broken rules-  that they are only acceptable based on how good and pure and clean they can appear-- we made them rebel.  They know in their hearts that it's not a true gospel. We parents sow seeds of bitterness in their hearts because we are demanding more of them than even God himself demands of us! They know that they should be accepted for who they are, just because they are a beloved son or daughter. So they are discouraged, they are embittered, and they rebel.

A true gospel says, Child, you are mine, and I love you.  You will fail, and I will love you anyway.  I will walk beside you, and pick you up and even carry you if you grow weary. I will help you reach what you cannot grasp on your own. I will help you when life is too hard.  You cannot do this on your own, but together we can move mountains.   

When my child has this faith in the true gospel that Jesus loves them and is there, then my child can live in freedom to walk in the light.  To love because he is loved.  To accept the comfort of knowing - someone has my back, I don't walk alone, and I can do all things.  And because of this, I feel I can dialogue with my son about sex.  "You are growing into a man, a good looking guy who appreciates young ladies.  I hear your music, I see your movies, and I have watched you, and I believe I know your heart. I see you love Jesus and want to be like Him. I know it because despite all the little things you do that annoy or disinterest or inconvenience me- your trajectory is towards being like Christ.

"I will be here to help you walk through temptations- can I help you with anything?  Can I keep you safe from sin? Can I keep you coddled and encased in an artificial womb forever?  Or can I buy condoms? A token reminder that sex is real and it has real hurt if it's not something you prayerfully give consideration to every, single, day." 

I can ask for a pledge of purity- I can offer a purity ring. I can also acknowledge that maybe my teen will have a different path. But I love my son,  "I forgive you and I will still walk through it with you." Besides, the truth is, now that I had this conversation with my teen, it's all ruined for him.  The visual imprinted upon his memory of his MOTHER holding a box of rubbers serves to defuse the hottest moments, n'est-ce pas? .....and my hope is that my smiling insistence that I, and Jesus, will always be there for him, reminds him of where his roots are. 

Hormones have a way of inducing impulsiveness- so I want kids who talk to me, who think through the ramifications and consequences, physically and spiritually, of sexual behaviors. Who trust that I love them. Who trust that Jesus loves them. And therefore, he is firm in his roots and tends not to need to rebel. I was reading Let's Talk About Sex in Reader's Digest, which is four pages of solid ideas, and this quote popped out at me:

In the end, no matter how much they fidget or roll their eyes, teens want to know someone will find them even when they become hard to reach.

(http://www.rd.com/family/lets-talk-about-sex/)

Do you have your child's heart? Does he trust you, to talk to you? Can you be real with your teen about sin, sex, and saving grace? What makes you afraid to be real with your teens? Do you believe the gospel for your own life? 

Our Spring in Instagram

I have noticed more and more friends using an app called Instagram to add filters to their photos to make them more creative, artistic and fun. I finally joined in. So, here is our Spring in Instagram.

Kansas City Zoo

Nikita, the Polar Bear

The carousel at the zoo

Learning 2 Fly

Easter Baptisms

Jeff and I made a 4 day trip without kids: