Five not Six, Fiddlesticks
I keep doing it. 6 plates. 6 forks. And then I remember, right now we are 5 not 6. Quickly gather the extra one up and put it away. Everything is fine. Everything is normal. We’ve got this. We can do this. It’s an 11 day stent of no husband. No Dad. Fiddlesticks. This is the non glamorous side of mission life for us. Only short little texts to keep the communication lines open. It’s evangelism meeting time. It’s not just plate and fork counts that are messed up. It’s blinkers and windshield wipers. Every year we go to America I wipe windows when I should be using the blinker. I get it all figured out and straight and then it is time to return here. Then I do the same thing in reverse. Even a month out from returning, yesterday, I wiped instead of blinked. Fiddlesticks. Everything is fine. Everything is normal. We’ve got this....