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Furloughs can be hectic, stressful times.  Good-byes, travel, readjusting to the USA, trying to remember all the stuff I wanted to buy to take back, working hard to see all of our family and old friends, graduations, weddings, funerals.  

It can be a wild roller-coaster of emotions.  All of those sad moments of missing stateside family of the past term can be rolled into one big snowball of grief as we worry about the end of the big furlough party and the soon to come separation for the next term of service.

This week was Homecoming at the high school where Greyson is attending.  I have to tell you that I worried and worried about what to where.  Parents of seniors enter with their son or daughter as each one is honored and then the elected king and queen are presented.  Lots of photos and lots of people.  I wondered and wondered about what to wear.  I didn't want to look like some dowdy, out of style missionary!  In the end I wore my "traveling clothes" - the new from the store outfit I bought prior to leaving Brazil to wear on the airplane - Yes, to look good while traveling.  

Call me vain, if you like, but I spend next to no money for the four years of each of our terms of service on the field on clothes.  And I play catch up while on furlough to find out what's in style, what's out and how to look fairly nice all on a budget.  I had hunted the racks at the Good Will store and the last clearance sale racks at Belks for several weeks to no avail before deciding my "old" new clothes would be just fine.  

What silly things we silly missionary girls worry about...

"Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy."  Leo Buscaglia 

But sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment... and put your fashion worries and all those other things aside.

This was one enjoyable minute of time in my on furlough week.  No worries, no cares, just fun.  Pay close attention to the verses the announcer indicates are Greyson's favorites and you can share in the silly joy of the evening.

Take care and please, enjoy many happy moments each and every day!


  1. Hola! I've been following your site for some time now and
    finally got the bravery to go ahead and give you a shout out from Humble
    Tx! Just wanted to say keep up the excellent job!


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