good stuff.

Amy and Emily–sweet friends from Iowa– were in my living room yesterday.

I love it when that happens.

I forced Emily to paddle board.

I do that with all my guests. You’ve been warned.

Amy, however, insisted that we instead swim to the island.

Um.

OK.

She swam. I served as her “guard” by riding next to her on the board.

I got sea sick.

It was treacherous out there by the island.

And she didn’t die…which was good. I was rather fearful. I don’t swin so I do NOT understand how people can do that.

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Every day we are discovering other things missing. Robbers.

Andy’s backpack. His new shoes. All of my purses.

Ridiculous.

And every day I have literally been shocked and so encouraged by strangers. By old friends. By our community here.

It’s kind of hard to be upset when so much goodness and kindness has overflowed toward our family.

Thank you for helping to drown out the sadness and fear for our kids with generosity and lovingkindness.

It’s been truly humbling.

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Attempting to institute a new rule here at our house: (I’ll let you know how it goes. ).

‘Only open your mouth if what you are about to say is more beautiful than silence.’ (arabic proverb)

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And randomly, I loved this from Bob Goff. He says stuff in one sentence that I feel like I would spend hours trying to explain.

“We try to hold poeple accountable; Jesus just held people close because it worked better.”

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