Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Monday, August 11, 2003

We didn't have anybody in nursery last night, so we just let the kids play and watch Thomas for awhile, and then were heading out the door at quarter to 7 when some people came by who were out walking with their kids. They didn't realize we were there, so we said we'd watch their kids for the rest of the service. They brought 3 kids and we stayed for another half hour or so.

After that we went to Lions Park on Hanson Blvd. The kids had fun. It has a big playground area. Rhonda got to talking to a lady there, turns out she and her husband and two sons are from Iran. They've been here about 2 years. They knew where Astrakhan is. Rhonda told them about Nassim, etc... She seemed like a very nice person.

This morning Rhonda had taken the sheets of our bed, and John was bouncing on the mattress. When I came out of the bathroom, he grabbed the phone by the bed and started talking, like "hello, etc.." when he put the phone back he said "talking to Grandma!"

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