Four Boys (Empat Laki Laki)

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Bringing four boys overseas from ages 13 to 6 was perhaps risky, foolish, crazy, adventurous, and/or wise.  Who knows how this will change, mold/shape, and challenge their lives?  People have outright told us we were foolish  and others have blessed us with "that is the best thing you could do".  However, whatever the outcome, we are committed to loving and guiding these boys to the best of our ability and believe that God will lead them ultimately through all of this experience.




Currently they are all doing remarkably well.  I continue to admire their courage and adaptability.  Aubrey remains our techno man.  He has spent hours drawing up plans for the house that will be built in Papua.  Aubrey is the one that has been the most collected emotionally through the whole process.
 Andrew is most adventurous when it comes to helping me create new or familiar dishes in the kitchen.  To him this is a great release and comfort.  His humor has helped us greatly.  We have had a bit of a struggle with frying some of our electrical appliances.  So we all had a great laugh when Andrew brought Darron's little recorder to us in a frying pan.  Asking if we should fry it up too?!?













Jacob and Nathaniel have never had their hands held so much when out in public.  We are constantly having to guide them on the very busy streets and crazy side walks.  Both have been amazingly content with few toys making the most of what is around them.  They have created a slide out of the stairs.  Both talk about America and even about going "home", but they are at peace and happy.  One of their favorite things is a door that separates the university campus and the villa's.  They call it the "door into Narnia"!  : )

The last two days we have been getting out and playing with the local children.  Trying to language study with the Indonesian children is a great help.  The boys are enjoying football (soccer) and getting rid of their energy.
All the boys are very vocal about not living in the city near the language school.  They want their freedom and peace.  Interesting to see values that we have placed in them, come out very strongly! : )














Tomorrow we will start school officially.  Out will come the math books, along with serious hours of studying Bahasa Indonesian.  In general I have found that the Indonesian people do not have the same respect for home school as in America.



Please continue to pray for the boys, as they do hard things.  We are reading a book right now that I highly recommend for any teenagers called "Do Hard Things".  Wonderfully challenging and refreshing.  Thank you to each of you for reading and caring about our experiences and lives!
Blessed!

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  1. UnknownAugust 28, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    Frying electronics! :-) Sooo funny! Love Andrew's sense of humour!!

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 7, 2011 at 7:08 PM

    Andrews expression is great...

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