love
Let me start by saying I am really sad that I can’t update you all more (at all) on what is going on here in Ireland. It really has been next to impossible because I have only a couple hours a week online and I am putting out fires on email or trying to do essential things like pay bills etc.
A few things I will say:
The team has been really great. The food has been great. The Church we are working at has been phenomenal to us and they love Jesus and his Word which has in many ways revitalized my soul after a hard year. Kelly has been doing an amazing job being locked in at times with Owen and at loving the team in sometimes awkward circumstances.
The weather….The last two summers in Ireland have been “rained out” as they say a ton. Only two days of sunshine last summer to give you an idea how it can be here in Ireland. This summer we have only had two days of rain and we hear about our fortune daily from the locals. God is good!
This country is beautiful! I love the hills and cows and smells yes even the smells of slurry (manure) and I love the ancient ruins and castles and rivers and cemeteries. I also love more than I could of imagined round-abouts. Yes I am now an experienced (quasi-experienced) opposite side of the road driver and America needs to wake up to the beauty of the round-about. I have found myself at times wanting to stop the “mini-bus” I am driving and just congratulate whoever is close by for the round-about. I love scones and tea with milk and even more then both I think I love the electric hot water pot that always has or will have boiling water within 1 minute of desiring it. I love being around people in church who talk so different but love the same Jesus I love. I love Irish beaches and their ability to produce great sea glass. I love driving and finding roads that I should of never found. I love getting lost with Capone on the other side of Ireland in a big German van with a GPS that doesn’t know the roads and getting home @ 2:30 in the morning, I love Irish kids playing hurling (an Irish sport that is a mix between Soccer, Rugby, football, and baseball) outside our house @ 10pm and it is still light outside. I love milk chocolate digestives and egg sandwiches with Brennan’s whole grain bread and mature Irish cheese. I love to not be able to watch tv, or be online, or be able to constantly make phone calls (this also destroy’s me). I love walking 4-5 miles a day. I love Kelly, Owen, and I going hiking with Owen on my back and him rubbing my head in delight. I love it being June 30th and the highs in the low 70’s. I love being on an Island with no predators besides man (no poisonous snakes, no bears, no gators, no bad sharks, etc). I love all you who I miss and I love being loved by you all so well and how being far away makes those feelings come to the surface. I love Kelly and Owen.
Owen is the most amazing boy in the world! I went with him yesterday (our day off) to a little par 3-4 golf course by our house and rented clubs and we golfed. I was overwhelmed with God’s goodness to me to let me have a son. Owen loved to walk and put the ball in the hole so much so that he couldn’t stop doing it. He ooohhed with joy when “he” hit a golf ball 30 yards with my help of course. He is walking full go now and on top of that he is a world class toaster.. as in he loves to “Cheers” with his sippy cup. He lights up with the biggest grin and says cheee and after the touch of glasses he laughs and asks for more. Owen also loves bananas with a love that exceeds words. One night he woke up early in pain from teething and in his cries would say baba baba baba… One of the guys living with us said that he went from annoyed to dying laughing when that happened at 4am. Owen loves the guys on the team (Caleb and Capone). Capone plays the viola and the other day at church Owen saw his buddy playing and pointed with his mouth open… when the song (a solo) was done owen clapped and invited all to join him… Owen went solo. Owen though has an ultimate love… more than anything in the world Owen loves his mom. Man that boy loves his mom. She can open her mouth or look sideways or do nothing and he dies laughing. If he sees her walking to the car he screams with joy. He will be doing some 14 month old task and out of nowhere just go and hug her and go right back to what he is doing simply because he loves his mum.
I can’t say it all but maybe I will do what I don’t love sometime soon. Pray for me I am preaching the next 3 weeks and not recycled material. It has been hard hard work here on many levels and in some ways I am spent. Thanks for your prayers… I miss you all a ton and I wish you could be here with us seeing what God is doing and what he has done. The history of the people we get to eat with are amazing! The history of the church and the families have brought me to tears more than once, the history God is writing even this summer is yet to be scene but I am glad to be a small small small piece of what God is doing here.
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