I went to a baby shower last night for a young couple from our church. She is due in just a couple of weeks. Baby showers are not popular over here, but I’m glad that they gave her one to celebrate the new baby. They don’t know what they are having yet.
Midwives are super popular over here. I haven’t heard of one person that has had a doctor deliver their baby- I think midwives only call the doctor if they need to go to surgery or have an emergency. Since I watched the BBC show “Call the Midwife” , I wish I had been a midwife (and lived in London in the 1950’s). It is one of those shows that you feel like you know the characters personally and wish you could be friends with them in real life.
It was a surprise so that is why the second shot is a little fuzzy.
It was fun to spend an evening with friends. I am really savoring the time here now that it is coming to an end.
I met an older couple at yoga this year who happened to be cheese shop customers. Then I realized that the beautiful hand made wooden bowls in the shop were made by him- Mr. Fowler. He is a man who can do almost anything with his hands. He is retired now but still stays busy wood-working, gardening, and enjoying the fruit of his labor.
Kent had never met them but called them last week and asked if he could come over and see his shop. They spent an afternoon together just doing “man stuff”. By the end of the visit, they had planned a dinner out. Jim and Linda enjoy good food and wine and they invited us to an Italian restaurant in a town nearby. It was delicious.
They are going to Turkey this Friday so it will be the last time we see them before we leave for the US. We have a lunch planned Wednesday with some mutual friends so it should be a nice way to say good-bye.
I can’t believe I have a 23 year old son. Since he doesn’t read my blog I can write this post and he won’t see it. He does not like attention. I may have to share with him on FB if I can figure it out.
I could write a lot about each of my kids, but I don’t want to be one of THOSE parents. If you will indulge me I will just write a few things about Michael.
He is definitely a first born son. All of the traits of being responsible and pleasing his parents- I am very blessed for that. Michael has a deep passion for God and the Bible. He always has. I look back at his life and am amazed that Kent and I had anything to do with him coming into the world. When he was 3 years old he loved Tonka dump trucks, bulldozers, and especially backhoes. He loved dirt! But, he loved God more. Literally, every one of his toys had crosses drawn on them with a black marker. He loved Jesus very early.
He is athletic and loves weight lifting and all things healthy. He is creative and can draw almost anything free hand. He plays the guitar and knows all the Blink 182 songs. He likes cars and has taught himself how to fix everything that he has the tools to fix himself. (He has a love for WRX subarus.)
I am most thankful that he is sold out to the Lord. His “loosely held” plan is to go to seminary after he graduates in the spring. He would like to get his PhD but knows it is only a plan that God can change if He wants to. He told me last night that he is totally available to what the Lord wants him to do. “Even if He sends me to North Korea I will go.”
Thank you for letting me “boast in the Lord”. Happy Birthday Michael! Dad and I love you.
Caroline and Alex from the cheese shop wanted to have a barbq in the courtyard Friday evening. They invited some of their friends from around the area. It was fun to meet more new people.
Once again there were different countries represented: England, USA, Germany, Romania, Scotland, Russia, and Poland. The amazing thing is that there were probably less than 20 people there!
They grilled sausages, burgers, and “veg”. They call vegetables veg for short. They served this drink called Pimms. It was full of fresh fruit and it was sweet. I need to get the recipe. They said it used to be really popular here in the 60’s and that it is coming back. Do we have Pimms back home? I am sure we have something similar but is the name the same?
The weather was cool and a little windy but it did not rain. It was a fun night and we got to meet some very nice people.
September has been a somewhat busy month. I think it is just going to get busier because we are wrapping stuff up here. We are now officially in the boxing up stage of moving and beginning to say our good-byes to friends. Saying good-bye is the hardest thing about making a transition. We have been blessed here for sure.
Last Sunday we met our missionary friends, Robert and Joan, at church and then went to lunch with them and their oldest son, Andrew and his wife, Paty. We had a lovely day with them and went back to their apartment for a walk along the sea. We won’t see them again that we know of because being on the go like they are (they remind me of my parents) they are headed to Ireland and China. They are in their late 70’s and now 80’s and still active as ever. They are young at heart, and are always looking for ways to serve others.
Then, Friday after yoga I gathered a few friends to meet for lunch for Carrie’s 40th birthday! She is a 9/11 birthday so it usually has a somber feel to it now. Pictured above are me and Carrie on the left. Then, Emilie, Ashley, and Lynn. Emilie is our pastor’s wife. Ashley is American/Scottish and our resident family doctor (TN). Lynn is our new friend who just got here a few days ago! She is from Annapolis.
I am finding that I am starting to get that lump in my throat more often than usual. I think it is all the change past and the change to come. I am going to miss the friends that God has given me here. It’s amazing how being brothers and sisters in Christ gives you a feeling that is truly like family.
Tomorrow I’ll share about a barbq we went to Friday.
It’s hard to believe that next Saturday it will be a year that we have lived in Scotland. We thought we would be here for three years, but one month from today we will be leaving the UK for home. Many of you know Scotland was a much harder transition than we thought it would be. Why? I don’t know. We thought it would be very similar and it is in some ways, but yet very different in others.
But, still, because God is good He still taught us during this time. I wanted to write about some things that I will miss about being here in Scotland.
- The vocabulary- yes, we all speak English, but words don’t mean the same thing. The more I have been at the cheese shop the more words I have learned or noticed that they use much more than we do. “College” is high school and “uni” is our college or university. “Hiya” is hi. They use “brilliant” and “grand” commonly where we do not. “Cheers” is thank you. Lassie, lad, and chap. “Cheeky” is hard to pin down with a specific word- I just know how to use it. If someone is saying something sarcastic or making a joke you may say they are being cheeky. Even after a year I still have to ask people to repeat what they have said if they have a strong Scottish accent. They probably can’t understand me either!
- The international community- You all know how much Kent and I love our international friends. We love other cultures and languages and food. When you walk down the streets of St. Andrews you can hear different languages and see people from all over. I love the opportunity to meet these people. It’s so cool. I am going to miss that!
- Yoga- oh, my yoga. I am going to miss those classes. I have the best teacher ever. I am not one of the “yogi” people who get something spiritually out of yoga. I get that from Christ. But, I do love the workout of yoga. It’s so much harder than it looks. Kent and the boys make fun but they have never done it. It’s great for the core.
- Our dear friends- God did provide with many friends after all. I remember being so lonely when we got here and just wanting one friend. We will miss all of those He put in our path. We’re so grateful for all of them.
- Our church- God taught me a lot with our little church. He taught me how to get out of my comfort zone and look for ways to serve on my own. He taught me not to judge a church by it’s worship. The Free Church requires that each service has 2 psalms sung without music. It is very different than what we were used to. We came from Texas with bands, dark sanctuaries, lighting, and praise bands. This new service was very different-more somber. But, it is still worship. The church service is not about us but about Him. It is also a small church in comparison to the churches in the US. It is small, but it is family.
So, now I begin to prepare for another change….