Robin's Missions

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

or almost!!!

it's warm here-- and we're getting ready by guzzling water-- i cut 55 snowflakes for the local church for decorations(are they even going to know what they are?)-- the kids laugh as i run around singing christmas carols they don't know...and we've kept re-putting up the decorations- they don't want to stay up-- We get to FRY chicken for christmas eve lunch (when our base is celebrating together!) and i've finally finished illustrating the christmas story so we can read it to the kids-- funny kids, lots of life!

I'll be joining the Stonegate Fellowship's (from lovely Midland, Texas) team for Christmas and a few days! Yipee!! Should be awesome...I'm excited :)

Mostly have had time to journal and read this week, it's been pretty quiet...the cat did come back (thank goodness it's alive) but there's talk of trying to kill it-- sad sad... Back to other news, I've been doing some of the cooking...over hot coals on a hot day, oh electrical stoves are great! but i've been helping make mandazi (deep fried dough, dounut-ish but not...best when dunked in sweetened tea) and chipote... and cutting up various things...

we have a rooster now that looks like it stuck it's wing in an electrical socket-- it's comical-

Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm thinkin' of you all and praying for ya'll--

Oh and below is a christmas carol that my 3rd grade teacher taught us... I still know ALL THE WORDS... ha ha..

Love,
Robin

Good King Wenceslas:

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.

"Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the cold wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.

"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly,
You shall find the winter's rage freeze your blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.