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an alphabet of a week

All of our on-campus school girls (3) will be at home with us this week as they have a scheduled week off of school. 
Boredom is what we will try to avoid as it will be like Summer or Spring Break minus all the fun activities and programming.
Church is at the forefront of our prayers as we have still not come to peace with a decision about a church family nor have we made significant connections at a church.
Darling is the simplest word for our latest young one (6-years-old) who was only with us for 2 weeks but was a simple blessing of innocence, faith, and joy.
Every day this last week I helped our senior with her HOMECOMING WEEK outfit: Day 1-Minnie Mouse, Day 2-Duct Tape Dress, Boots, & Tiara, Day 3-50's Style, Day 4-Blue&White! hair...pants...face..., Day 5-Dressy, Dressy & Dance!
Faith is what I needed every minute of every single day.
Girl drama is what we dealt with in huge proportions this week with one of our short-term girls, leading to huge action steps to prevent a fight or worse.
Hot weather is  s l o w l y  disappearing.  I got to wear a cardigan to church this morning!
Imperfection is the breeding ground for the kind of brokenness that inspires growth. - a lesson I am learning.
Just because she says it, does not mean that it is true.  True Story.  Everyday.
Kodak moments is what we shared before our little one left us as she took pictures with all the girls to make her own scrapbook with.
Laughing with the girls makes everything feel like its going to be okay.
Music is something we all love, but the variety of styles in this house is insane!
No is a word I am learning to use with wisdom and strength - at the same time.
Only 3 months at Barton, and we have had 12 girls in our home - only 2 original girls are left.
Park is where Michael and I spent the most beautiful Saturday afternoon ever yesterday!
Quiet is what none of our girls could be described as very often.
Ready is what we are trying to help our oldest be for college next fall.  We plan to take a college visit this month.
Sickness is what I tried to avoid this week as a dreadful cold attacked.
Tuesday we hosted the CEO of Vera Lloyd, as well as the grandchildren of its founder, and a few other guests from the Vera Lloyd Board of Directors at our home for dinner.  The girls were rockstars and it went really well!
Unkind words from the girls cut deep; I am constantly avoiding letting them sink in - remembering my solid identity in Christ.
Very supportive and encouraging supervisors is the greatest blessing I can count today.  It makes all the difference in the world!
Worship can happen anywhere is what I realized as we sang mostly hymns this morning at the small country church we have been going to and the congregation stood in honor of the Lord mid-song and in the middle of the throne room of the King.
Xylophones and Xerox machines are not things we have in our homes here but I dream of the latter often. - that was too hard :)
Ya'll has slipped into my vocabularly slowly but surely - its just so EASY.
Zone defense is sometimes the best way to describe the days Michael and I share at Barton, but we share much joy and see God working all around us.

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