louissa sinclair

i talked with her this evening. it was quite the lengthy conversation for two people who hate the phone. perhaps it’s not so bad afterall. : )

i know, holy lot of posts louissa. chill out. but talking with her made me happy.

“And now I am ready to turn in. Daughter #5 is on the phone with daughter #3. The giggling hasn’t stopped since she said hello 20 minutes ago. I am glad they are friends. They are two of my favorite daughters, you know! (I have 7 favorite daughters - how lucky of me!) : )” - my mom.

“so happy…”

julia.

tomorrow.

field’s.

7:30.

questions?

sometimes i just love country music.

He can’t remember
The times that he thought
Does my daddy love me?
Probably not
That didn’t stop him
From wishing that he did
Didn’t keep him from wanting
Or worshipping him

He guesses he saw him
About once a year
He could still feel the way he felt
Standing in tears
Stretching his arms out
As far as they’d go
Whispering daddy
I want you to know

I love you this much
And i’m waiting on you
To make up your mind
Do you love me too?
How ever long it takes
I’m never giving up no matter what
I love you this much

He grew to hate him for what he had done
’cause what kind of father
Could do that to his son?
He said ‘d— you daddy’
The day that he died
The man didn’t blink
But the little boy cried

Half way through the service
While the choir sang a hymn
He looked up above the preacher
And he sat and stared at him

I love you this much
And i’m waiting on you
To make up your mind
Do you love me too?
How ever long it takes
I’m never giving up no matter what
I love you this much

posting pictures is easier then actually writing sometimes. it’s the, “i know i should post something, but i’m too tired to actually write. here, i’ll post some pictures. people like that.” so here are some of my pictures from spain. they are scanned. i didn’t bring my father’s digital to spain with me. : )

the girls on the team.

julia and me ready for our night out on the town.

the three sinclair girls on the team.

in the middle of “the exchange.” unfortunately, you can’t really see the facial expressions - and they are the best part of this photo… missions night.

my favorite little boy, israel.

the three sinclair girls at the castle.

the start of our “soap-box” evangelism in downtown madrid.

mamma and me.

leslie - one of the bestest people ever.

“the exchange” in a park in madrid.

old school pictures. so very much fun. so very much scanned, but still so very much fun.

danica and camilla rae.

the last four girls of the family playing dress-up.

it’s eric clapton - can’t you tell? actually, this is my dad back in ‘98.

jamie with perhaps his very first rabbit…? i don’t think we actually ate it - none of us like rabbit very much.

julia marie and liana renee.

the three little girls in summer pajamas.

ryan and camilla in ‘98.

the beautiful bride trying on her dress.

the kids with daby and ryan - and of course, plastic guns in hand.

i absolutely hate waking up in the morning.

He told me that i get too distracted with the big things. i get caught up in the fact that i don’t know what i’ll be doing in 2 years, or 3, or 4, or - well, you get the picture. i’ve been pre-occupied with this for a year or so constantly asking to know, constantly praying for direction. and tonight He told me to chill. focus on the day-to-day little things that come up. trust that He will guide me step by step.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.
Prov. 3.5,6

we be a small family right now - three kids at home. it’s not boring though. my little boy keeps us all very entertained with stories about drinking wine, asking what the little girl next door is wearing today, and saying to a 300 pound lady at wal-mart, “whoa! you’re big!”

ah. i am one proud aunt. these photos are from the wedding in june, but i figured recent enough to post. yup, i love them lots and lots.

and suddenly i feel like this post is so… shallow. just stupid. my mom hoped i wouldn’t regret not going. and i don’t think i do. i would never be able to appreciate it as fully as she does.

and i suddenly realize, i have alot of growing left to do.

see. i told you he was the best gabriel boy.

i hate talking on the phone. why? because i hate those awkward pauses. don’t you?

you should see these people when they play family feud. i love my family.

i know i’m a bit biased, but i do think that we have the best gabriel boy. yup, the best.

Dragon tales and the water is wide
Pirate’s sail and lost boys fly
Fish bite moonbeams every night
And I love you

The rocket racer’s all tuckered out
Superman’s in pajamas on the couch
Goodnight moon, we’ll find the mouse
And I love you

God bless mommy and match box cars
God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God heard amen, wherever you are
And I love you

i baked myself this past weekend. and i’m not talking about the fact that my legs, arms, shoulders, neck/back, face, and ears are all pink - i’m talking about waking up each morning in a tent that doubles as an oven, feeling like i’m overheating and saying to myself, “i’m going to die!”

okay, so i’m a bit dramatic.

but seriously, the weekend was fun. and i didn’t die.