I’m so proud of Olivia. Last night after church, she was invited to join in with the other youth and practice singing for the upcoming triple wedding on Friday. She didn’t hesitate but jumped right into the opportunity. She knew it would mean lots of sitting around doing nothing (which is difficult for us Americans) and late nights. She knew that she would have to quickly learn new songs. And she chose to do hard things anyway.
Hard things make me think about something else...Aaron and I are still trying to figure out what exercise looks like for us in the village. This morning, we got up while it was still dark and guided our way to the overgrown soccer field with our flashlights. We tried to move through the wet grass and vines and attempted to navigate around the frogs and holes before the bell for morning prayer rang. We got just over twenty minutes of tripping and twisting ankles and doing our best to get our heart rates up. And now my shoes are the color of mud. I also had a lavalava wrapped around my athletic shorts so I would be decent, and it was soaked and covered in grass seeds.
Today was our first day back at school, and the girls did a great job of jumping in with both feet. Our kids have always been the reason that homeschool works well for our family. Olivia did get some comments about her friends hearing her “making that thing cry” (practicing her violin).
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