Brian's goats produced an even dozen kids this season. Kidding lasted six days--Saturday to Thursday. Brian assisted with several births and I starred in one of the stories now in his repertoire. We didn't lose any kids this season, though, and none of them spent time in cardboard boxes near the heat vent in the kitchen.
This month Pastor and Bunica (Romanian for grandmother) retired for the third time. Mervin and Ruth Potteiger served the Bethel Brethren in Christ congregation for the past four years since returning from Romania. Monday morning they loaded their earthly possession in trailers and headed south to retirement.
Last weekend Julie, Betsy, and I shared a hotel room in Ludington with our friend Lauren. Sunday morning Lauren woke up to discover the other half of the bed was empty. "Where's Amy?" she asked my sisters.
"Oh, she went to the beach," they replied.
"She went to the beach!" Lauren sputtered, "But it's dark... and cold... and nobody's there."
Wednesday morning my friend Amanda, Betsy and I experienced the warmth and color of the tropics. We visited "Butterflies in Bloom" in the conservatory of a local gardens. The air was heavy with moisture and full of the songs of birds. Butterflies flitted between vibrant flowers or rested beside the lily pad adorned pond. It was an enchanting escape from the mud and bleakness of Michigan spring. And it made Amanda sigh and long for the Dominican Republic.
Brian's goats had seven kids this weekend, ranging in size from a twelve pound buck to a five pound doe. Sunday afternoon I visited the maternity ward in the barn to see the new arrivals. I took a few photos and then loaded them onto my laptop. That's when I realized it was more than a few pictures. From 4:00 p.m. to 4:09 p.m. I shot 105 frames.
I played hooky last Saturday morning on the shore of Lake Michigan. Aaron, Julie and Betsy were determined to attend a weekend singles' retreat in Ludington, on the west side of the state. I accompanied them but was able to steal away from my responsibilities long enough for a walk along the beach to the lighthouse.
He was seven-years-old, Logan told friends and family sitting in the pews of a neighboring church building, when he realized his older siblings had a relationship with God that he didn't have. One night, before bed, he asked Dad if he could pray to be saved. They prayed together. Wednesday evening on his confession of faith, Logan was baptized in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.