150/365 #sundaysaremyfavorite

Sunburnt kids laying around the house, moaning and aching and standing in front of the fan, just standing and standing and hoping for relief from the fire on their skin. A husband totally burnt out on homework and too much work and sprawled on the bed in mock despair. Then someone pulled out a book of old CD's and the room was filled with melodies and beats that brought us back a few years and little arms started jabbing at the air in rhythm and the conversation turned to lyrics and religion and we just layed there, though some of us couldn't help but move to the music.  And an hour later we were sighing that dinner should be made and the husband looked rejuvenated and a little lightened in the load and the kids were laughing at us and had forgotten their taut, burning skin. Sundays. They really are my favorite. Sometimes for the very same reasons each week, and sometimes for the surprises they bring.

149/365 Lazy Busy

So many goodbyes this year, and our Saturday was full of them. Goodbye for the summer, goodbye until who knows when...

But a restful, lazy Saturday morning for about an hour. And we needed it.

148/365 Happy Friday

| home, exhausted, in boxers, together |

| sweet potato fries. they make the world go round. and the week come to a perfect end |

| the sky was all kinds of crazy cloud amazingness today |

147/365 Thursday Making

Fragmented pieces of the day.

The Faces of the Yi

 For a couple days a friend and I went into the mountains. Misty mountains. Where there was a town and villages smattered over the hillsides and in the valley. We went there to document as much as we could about the lives, the heart and souls of the Yi Minority, a people group living in several provinces within southwest China. Our purpose was journalistic, with the ultimate aim of being able to equip others to pray for these people. It's a project we are just skimming the edges of, coming alongside those who work much more closely with the Yi.

We stayed with a local Yi woman, who with her Master's degree and opportunities could easily have left this area to pursue bigger dreams, but instead has chosen to stay and open a tiny, upstart kindergarten with the hope of building it into an excellent school for the kids she has such a heart to reach. Her words, her story, her pursuit and the peace and contentment she feels that are surprising even to her, her burdens and requests... these could not but leave a mark.

"How beautiful are the feet of those that bring good news..."