Servants Anonymous

I went to a really interesting " jewelry party" last night to help educate and protect women involved in human trafficking. It was very sad and overwhelming.

The first thing they asked me when I walked in the door was, "Are you a Texan?" My reply is always, " I lived in Houston, and before that I lived in Holland." There were the usual comments about "the States" and there's always the thoughtful, " So, what do you think of Canada?". That is always hard to answer, but especially yesterday because the temperature was -18 with heavy snowfall.

One lady did say, " I have to go to a wedding in April in Houston. Give me one good reason to go to Houston in April".

"The weather. "

She was not satisfied. "Houston's most beautiful natural resource is its people. "

A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

I thought this was beautiful.

The Man I Prayed For

Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid

(as we're inclined to do)

I do not need a handsome man

but let him be like You;

I do not need one big and strong

nor yet so very tall,

Nor need he be some genius ,

or wealthy, Lord, at all;

But let his head be high, dear God

and let his eye be clear,

his shoulders straight, whate'er his state

whate'er his earthly sphere;

And let his face have character,

a ruggedness of soul,

and let his whole life show, dear God,

a singleness of goal:

then when he comes

(as he will come)

with quiet eyes aglow,

I'll understand that he's the man

I prayed for long ago.

The last day of our Christmas vacation

We had an amazing 16 days in Houston, but instead of being chronological about it all, I thought I would recount the last day while I still remember it.

When we left Katy, I thought my children must be part middle eastern mourners, the way they carried on, but then again, what could I say? I felt the same way. I just didn't know they had that in them.

We went to our hotel rooms and the girls and I immediately watched Sarah Palin until midnight as we weren't used to going to bed at our usual 9pm.

In the morning, the day I dreaded came upon me and I went to the dentist to replace a crown. In hindsight, it was positively providential as I didn't dread the flight or returning home nearly as much as I dreaded the dentist. I always think when I get into a dental chair something like,"you know, I could run away if I want to." Instead I waited 1 hour and something as the guy in the chair in the next room had an "aggressive situation." After about an hour, I was feeling an aggressive situation of my own. At 8:45, they said he would be there in 10 minutes which is the same thing they said at 10:00.

By noon, I was done. . . drilling, shots. . .it was all over. It didn't hurt until I took a big drink of green tea on the airplane and suddenly felt the nerves near my tooth and had to give up my beloved drink. Just for the record, it did hurt.

When we got to the airport, it was not crowded as I feared. It was so empty which is not the same our rental car. . .I always tell John that I won't buy much and we will bring things, but not return with much. Nope. Didn't happen.

We got separated at the airport as some of us took the elevator and others the stairs. Then there is the weighing of the suitcases. One was 54 lbs so I casually asked the Air Canada guy, "how much can 4 lbs cost?" His reply was "$75." I said, "We won't be doing that." So we opened suitcases, threw clothes and all sorts of things I didn't want the entire airport to see, but in the interest of $75, I sacrificed all dignity and we made it to security.

This was a longer line. I did make the mistake on the way to Houston of cracking a security joke to the policewoman who didn't laugh. . . Grace and Joshua did not find it amusing in any way. . .so I was very quiet.

I was worried about the gold crown that the dentist had given me as a souvenir, but no one beeped on the way home.

When we got to the boarding area, there was an anouncement: Would Mr. Gollum please report to the security desk? I knew we had watched Lord of the Rings too many times as our family started laughing. The Canadians were not amused.

The airplane was on time andI sat next to a guy with a Canada hat. I watched the Food Network.

The customs worker asked if we saw the tv screen with the hockey game playing. He informed us that the score was 2-0 Canada over the US.

When we got off the plane to our shuttle, the driver excitedly wanted to know if we were the family whose house had burned down. The owners were on vacation and still hadn't been notified. The house was near ours. I didn't like that. He was explaining to us, the difference between Canadians and Americans/ people from the States. . . basically the superiority of Canadians. We were home.