I posted a while back about entering Jackson in the BabyGap Casting Call. Well, he wasn't chosen as one of the top 10 finalists. We were a bit disappointed. We thought his chances were pretty good. After all, there were only 360,000 entries...
I also posted an entry entitled Catching the Cheese. I was kind of getting used to Jackson's little spit-up events and was thinking that perhaps my unnatural phobia of being near people who are vomiting (or giving any indication that they might vomit) had dissipated. Well just a week after writing that, Jackson came down with some kind of stomach bug (so glad Ian and I didn't catch it). Needless to say, his little spit-up events were just that - little. This was definitely different - on an entirely magnified scale. His first explosion resulted in me and him in the bathtub wringing out what surely had to be gallons of..uh...fluid of foodlike origin. How can one little baby produce so much stuff? I spent the evening unwillingly reliving the event. All night I could smell the stench in my mind's nose. Ugh! Gave me the heebie jeebies every time I thought of it. Funny thing is, I was just wondering at what level the expulsion of his abdominal contents would start to bother me. Well that was it. I think the key factor was smell. Now I'm wondering when HE will start getting grossed out. Apparently, it doesn't bother him at all. He unloaded his stomach contents the day after our experience at daycare. His teacher told me they had just laid him down for some tummy time. When they looked back to see what he was doing, he had covered the playmat with the remnants of butternut squash and Enfamil. When I asked if he seemed distressed, she replied in her happy, sing-songly, infant-care voice, "Oh no! He just squeaked and started finger-painting with it." Doesn't sound like it grosses him out.
Way back in July I wrote about an opportunity we had to go to Syria. Well, we were supposed to have gone two weeks ago. We didn't have to make the decision. The sponsoring organization decided to cancel the conference due to the conflict. But they left a standing invitation for future events. I hope to have another opportunity to go at just the right time.
Clarice
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Syria trip. I have been thinking a lot about your Syria trip. Yes it is a great opportunity. In everything we do with the intention to glorify God, some good will come out of it.
But compare the amount of good that can come out of a "controlled, regulated, restrained, even forbidden to pronounce God" type of environment to what you can do here and any free country, you can reach a lot more people and do a lot more good to advance the gospel. And then there are potential risks.
The thought came that Jesus as the Good Shepherd left the 99 to look for the one lost. But Jesus is not subjected to humanly concerns as you would be: a small baby, human and extreme political confines.
Just 3 days ago, in a news article, a security consultant who took part in rescuing hostage Hallum , a contractor in Iraq, said that no one is safe in Iraq, no matter what mission they're on. "Kidnapping is an accepted way of doing business in Iraq. Don't walk into the lion's den. Goodwill and hearts-and-flowers and prayer are not going to prevent what happened to Nick Berg (beheaded)." The 2 young women who went to Afganistan and were captured by the Talibans is also a story to remember.
Another point to consider is what the Bible says about Isreal, bless those who bless Isreal. Syria supports those who attack Isreal. In such tight security tumoil, I wonder if someday you want to see the Holy Land, that the “Homeland security “ Department would grant you admission if your passport has stamped Syria entry.
For both sides, spies and proselytes are not welcome, and you may be considered as one of them.
Just some human thoughts. Of course God’s way is higher than ours.
Baby Gap. I thought the Jack Jack would be in the winners' circle. but he is always in ours.
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