I told Ron this morning that I had planned to decorate our house this summer and get my garage emptied out, have a garage sale and return things to their proper place since the hurricane last year. Well, Awana starts back next week and I have actually hung one picture in my kitchen and a shelf over my kitchen sink. That's it. All the time I thought I had is now gone. Ron says, "Don't worry, it'll get done." (This from the man who took two years to change a tire on the girls' bicycle.)

But, I feel good about starting Awana next week. All the leaders have been great to attend the planning meetings when they could and I think we will really be a team this year. There is a little 10 year old boy that I feel really special about this year. His name is Edward. Please pray for him. He is the cutest little guy and needs a friend. Please pray that I can be that friend for him.

What is it about teaching? There's just something about it that stirs me up. There's an old hymn called "I Love to Tell the Story" that I remember - one verse goes like this: "I love to tell the story to those who know it best - seems hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest. And when in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, it will be the old, old story, that I have loved so long."

I just want to express clearly and plainly what God has done for me -- knowing that he can do the same for you. Which brings to mind another song - "It is no secret what God can do. What he's done for others, He'll do for you. With arms wide open, he'll pardon you. It is no secret what God can do."

Here I am sitting at my desk, silently singing away. Guess I'd better get this speech done or I'll be singing in the homeless food line.

Love to you all, Granny.

By the way, Annie got signed up for ballet Tuesday. Matthew was a tad upset - he thought Annie wouldn't do ballet until he was playing college baseball. (Wonder what he thinks "college" is?)