A picture James took back at the orphanage...
Tonight, I thought I'd share some of the things we talked about around the dinner table this evening. First of all, it was a busy day of women's ministry meetings. The kids did well running around the rest of the house while we met in our dining room for almost 2 hours over lunch. We are looking forward to hosting Jan Silvious on August 15th. If you're in the area, we'd LOVE to have you join us! Meanwhile, I am looking forward to being a part of the musical worship team... it will be good for my soul.
This evening, when I returned from our Women on Mission leadership meeting, I threw together an easy meal of soup and bread for dinner. This of course conjured up memories from Ukraine for all of us. Here are some tidbits of what I listened to with tears this evening...
* One of my girls stated that she would not try to gag herself at the table, because it is not a good thing to do. She explained how they used to do that in Ukraine and has since tried it twice here... "Mama, Nilzah." (Not allowed)
* When I asked if they liked the soup, one responded (thru the slurps), "Yes!" Then, the other three led by their bigger brother, began to say, "I love borscht!" They licked their lips with giant smiles while rubbing their bellies. [I have a recipe I've GOT to work up sometime - thanks, Hilda!]
* My son then began to say how he loved Ukrainian bread and asked, "Mama, like Ukrainian bread too, dah?!" He proceeded to use a lot of charades mixed with Russian and English to say we could fly to Ukraine, eat some bread and borscht, then fly back to Mississippi... to which, one of my daughters replied, "No Ukraine. Bye-bye Ukraine."
* The conversation shifted somehow to the topic of babies. All my girls said, basically, that they want me to have a baby... They want to hold the baby. Um, so we'll just have to see about that - ha ha.
* James began to share how he remembered waiting for his mama in Ukraine to come home from the hospital each time she had one of his sisters. He said he remembered holding his sisters when they were babies. They all giggled around the table at the thought. Then came his new phrase, " I like that."
Precious memories. I can't imagine what they have been through. What a healthy thing it is to hear them reminisce amongst each other about such treasures from their former life. These are precious memories to store away for them and for me...
I'm reminded of Mother Teresa's quote:
"How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers."