Tuesday, July 04, 2006

A Weekend of Ups and Downs

"The pain and the longing
the joy and the moments of light
are the rhythm and rhyme
the free verse of the poem of life"
-Michael Card

Friday night: Up. MusicBoy and FunnyGirl's grad. They've just spent 9 months at a YWAM school studying the Bible. While this may sound easy - let me clarify. 9 months, through the entire Bible 5 times, homework of upwards of 10 hours a day, six days a week. And finding time in there to be a husband and a father, the whole family living in two small rooms in residence onsite. This is an accomplishment, and we are SO proud of his tenacity and dedication. (FunnyGirl is the first student ever to audit the entire 9 month course. And she did it laughing!)

Saturday:Up. Did nothing of any value, slept in for the first time in months, laughed with TechnoGeek over a hundred things. Cooked dinner for MusicBoy's family - and man, is it satisfying to cook for his boys. They've got lumberjack appetites and it's just so pleasing to watch all that food disappear.

Sunday morning: Down. MusicBoy and FunnyGirl drove away from our house headed home - not home to the YWAM base 40 minutes away, but home to their lovely farmhouse two provinces away. What a marvelous interlude it's been, and oh, how I will miss them. FunnyGirl is one of those rare individuals who challenge me to be the best I can be in all areas - especially when it comes to parenting and being a Christian, both directly and indirectly. Her going has left a large hole.

Sunday afternoon - Monday evening: Up. TechnoGeek watched MusicBoy's van disappear and said "Let's go camping." I was much more interested in climbing into a hole somewhere to sulk, but the kids were REALLY interested in going camping, so I went along just to humour everyone. And we had a great time - roasting marshmallows and riding bikes and sleeping in our tent and even picking our way to the bathroom at midnight. (and two a.m. And five a.m.) And swimming in a freezing cold mountain lake (all except TechnoGlassAnkles ...) and the ritual end-of-holiday stop at "the candy store in Banff".

Monday evening: Down. Home for a late supper, and a sobering message on the answering machine. As is sometimes the case in families built through adoption, it's not my story to tell, except that I sat helplessly praying for God to comfort my heartbroken child tonight. And you can pray too, for either a miracle, or comfort, or both.


darien said...

done. give an idaguylodagoveyoudougou from me?

thesachsgirl said...

Praying for y'all!! **hugs**