Back to Normal?
The last week has come and gone with out a blog post...I hope I am not making a habit out of neglecting you, blog.
Life is semi-back-to-normal, if life in the Burger home can ever be considered normal. Vernon has returned from Sudan, Titus' is going to Pre-K three times a week, Justus is taking two good naps and we have our house mate, Robin, back. For us, that's as normal as it gets!
Last week I left you with details of our women's conference. Lets just say... IT WAS FABULOUS! Jennifer Durham spoke about rejoicing in the storms of life. She gave practical steps to overcoming fear and anxiety. She spoke the Word powerfully and effectively. It was practical and honest. Amy Nobels lead worship....I love her. She has such a heart for the nations. On Saturday she lead us in a time of singing and praying for countries all over the world. We got on our faces (literally) and prayed for the Muslims who are celebrating Ramadan. It was powerful as well. One of the highlights for me was the 'Panel Discussion'. I was the MC of the weekend, so I had all the ladies write a question on an index card and turn it in. The last session we had a panel of ladies from all ages, including Jennifer and Amy, attempt to answer the questions. They were wonderful questions and the women were full of grace and Truth...loved it!
Vernon's trip to Sudan was just what he hoped. To read some INCREDIBLE post visit The Bleecker Blog. So you dont get confused, four of the guys are still in Sudan, but Vernon split off from them.
On a different note, Titus is getting so old. He is so much fun as a four year old. He is in Pre-K which I can hardly believe. On Thursday we went to pick up Vernon. He always, like EVERYDAY, finds things outside like sticks, feathers, rocks ect. and brings them to us and tells us he got us a treasure. So like all other days, Thursday he found a small branch and asked if he could give it to Dad in the airport. So I agreed. Titus and I love to sing songs or say sentences with the wrong word in it and laugh hysterically. Our rule is that it has to rhyme. So on the way to the airport, Titus took his recorder (that he calls his flute) and put it on one of the twigs on the branch. He held it up in the back seat and said "look mom my tree is growing fresh flutes!" I laughed hard!