September 16, 2010
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I am Eating string cheese
The first time I ever had string cheese was at Grandma and Grandpa Winzeler’s house. I think I managed to make it last half an hour, stringing each piece into multiple smaller pieces. Then came the drought in my life for string cheese–didn’t have it for years. And now it is back…the perfect college classroom snack. Except when I get too involved with the string cheese and realize I haven’t listened to the lecture for awhile.
It costs 21.1 cents a minute to call a Brazilian cell phone through skype. 12 minutes can make my day. (For some reason, my conversations are normally 12 minutes. This is not a proven statistic, just a general observation). I talked to Patricia about Living Stones today. The past two weeks, food has arrived and they have been able to have a full day program. Things are going great. She asked if I could do a huge favor and bring down the self-sticking foam shapes the next time I come. Out of all the things in the world, she wants foam shapes:). I got to tell her the good news–that over half the money for the Living Stones Children’s day party has been raised.
She stopped talking for a minute and then said she got the goosebumps. She gets them whenever God is moving. She gets them a lot. So excited, she then begins profusely thanking me…which always makes me feel sad, because there are so many other people who should be hearing that joy, that gratitude–that have made it possible, not me.
12 minutes makes all the difference. And string cheese.
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.” –Mary Oliver
