Candice and family, Family, Kate

Petunias

Well hello.
Yes, I am still here.
The past few weeks have been amazing, and I am going to do my best to delicately tell you the brief version of the story without exposing any more than I need to.
You all remember me talking about a family that was living with us? Well, the last time I wrote, they had moved out, and I was missing them. I know this all seems so vague, but I also know that you don’t care about the details as much as you care about people, so I would love for you to pray alongside us. We sense the Lord’s movement in their lives, and we are honored beyond words to be a part of it.
The long story short is that they are back under our roof, and we are so glad to have six more feet running around the place. Please pray for clarity and discernment for C as she makes decisions about her family, and also for the hearts of her children. They are such a special family. Our girls have taken them on as sisters (and yes, that includes bouts of “MINE!” and “DON’T LOOK AT ME!”). For now I will call the eldest Curls and the youngest Fuzzy, because they have the greatest hair ever. And they are FULL of personality.
Yesterday Curls was sitting with Todd at the table and out of nowhere she said, “Mr. Todd, I am going to ask Jesus to come into my heart.” We think she has already done this, but he turns to her and tells her how great that is. Curly closes her eyes and says, “Jesus, come on into my heart.” She sits for a moment, and then says, “What? You can’t get in? ‘Cuz You’re already there? Okay.”
Todd is waiting to see what will happen.
Curls says, “Yeah, He’s already in there, Mr. Todd. So that’s good.” She grabs her precious basket of toys and skips off to play.
And Fuzz loves to imitate whatever she hears (she just turned 2), and her voice is about the sweetest thing you have ever heard. C has been out of town for a few days, so she comes in our room and I wake up with her little nose on mine while she is giddily saying “Ms. Angie!” When she gets upset, she throws her head back in this mock-devastation, opens her mouth wide and acts like she is going to let out a howl. Sometimes she even coughs up a few crocodile tears, but that kid can’t stop smiling for more that 4 seconds, so it doesn’t last long.
About a week ago, C and I were sitting on the front porch talking and we both kept looking down at this curious little flower growing in a most unusual spot. Finally, she said, “Angie, do you think that’s weird? I mean, that’s a petunia, and it’s an annual. Did you plant those this year?”
Have I ever planted anything, any year? No. Plants and flowers are not safe around me.
“I didn’t. It is really weird. How does that happen?”
She shakes her head. “I have no idea. I mean, it looks like it’s growing out of cement!”
I stare at the flower, and realize she has no idea that it was there for her. She is such an unlikely bloom. Full of promise and conviction, anxiously awaiting God’s plan for her.
I honestly can’t tell you how it happened.
What I do know is that it was supposed to grow here.
(Curls and Kate)
Please join us in prayer…I have a feeling we will get to live life with them for a while, and we are so excited to see the Lord working.
In other news, I am still working on my book.
Enough about that.
How about some pictures of Kate? I can’t resist. Because it’s obvious she looks like me. I mean, look at those brown eyes! Clearly mine.

She also got the scrunch-nose laugh from me.
As well as her quirky sense of humor,
Her toes,
Her zest for life,
And her keen sense of fashion.
I promise you that as I was wrapping up this post, Kate sauntered in wearing another pair of high heels and with a pretend phone in one hand and a large bag in the other and said, “I’m sorry, but that’s just the way I shake it. You know?”
Must be Todd’s side.
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