Christmas CD

If you are looking for new Christmas music or a fabulous gift for a friend or family member, LOOK NO FURTHER!

Aaaaaaaaaaaand I sound like a cheesy add.

But for real, Nathan Clark George's new Christmas Cd 'Still' is currently my favorite cd! My parent's got it at a church leadership meeting a few nights ago (Mr. George and his family recently moved here and have begun attending our church) and I have listened to the whole thing probably 30 times. I am not exaggerating. I took it to the home of the family I was babysitting for because I couldn't be parted from it for whole day. :)

(Isn't he just basically edible?! Sorry, I just couldn't resist inserting some cuteness into you day. I get to play with him all day tomorrow too! So excited.)

(We had fun)

Back to the CD: There are some original compositions, some traditional carols, and some very obscure carols which used to be more a part of the church repertoire. It is seriously lovely, and grounded in the Word. Breathtaking. You can hear some samples on his website. My personal favorite of the cd isn't actually on there, but I'll give you a lyric sample:

Tomorrow shall be my dancing day; I would my true love did so chance

To see the legend of my play, to call my true love to my dance.
Then I was born of a virgin sure, of her I took on fleshly substance

Thus I was knit to man's nature to call my true love to my dance.

Chorus: Sing oh! my love, oh! my love, my love

This have I done for my true love.

In manger laid and wrapped was I so very poor this was my chance

betwixt and ox and sillly poor ass to call my true love to my dance

For thirty peices Judas me sold, his coventous far to advance:

Mark whom I kiss the same do hold! The same as he shall lead the dance

(note, the same like Judas--in sin, not Judas himself, I think thats what it means)

Chorus

Then on the cross hanged I was, where there a spear my side did glance

there issued forth both water and blood, the Judged me died to lead the dance.

Then down to hell I took my way, for my true love's deliverance

and rose again upon the third day, up to my true love and the dance.

Chorus

Then up to heaven I did ascend, where now I dwell in sure substance,

on the right hand of my Father, that man may come unto the feast and dance.

May come unto the feast and dance.

May come unto the feast and dance.

Sing oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love

This have I done for my true love.

Yeah, I kind of melted. Anyway, there you go!

Ps. See that tiny dot under the picture of 'Still'? Well, when I was uploading the pictures I accidently uploaded something wrong but I could NOT make it go away. I accidently delete pictures while writing a post, but I couldn't delete this one for the life of me. So I just made it very very tiny.

What I've been doing of late...

A very newsie post with losts of out of order pictures. Oh well, better than nothing:)

We actually got snow before Christmas this year! Usually we don't see much of any until January or February, but on Sunday when we came out of the Lessons and Carols service it was coming down and we got about 3 inches! So fun, two of my friends got snowed in (it was pretty icy) and the next day we made this work of art (after I got home from where I had been snowed in). At the time it was a good idea. In retrospect I feel like we are probably scaring neighborhood children.... I blame Calvin and Hobbes.

Julia being a little beauty in the snow. Sorry I can't figure out how to turn the picture!

About a month ago we produced Thorton Wilder's Our Town at school, I played Emily and it was SOOOO much fun.

A couple weeks ago my friend who works with the B*ntu people invited me over to eat lunch with one of the B*ntu families. It was incredible and I really loved getting to know this sweet family better. I met the girl in pink, F*, at two summers ago and I really really love her, so is so amazing. I've met 3 of her brothers, and it was so fun to meet her gorgeous little sister A* (in the red) and her mother and sister in law and precious little nephew! Ministry to the muslim community was never something I went looking for or saw myself being apart of. Just another example of how much bigger God's plans are than ours! My experiences with them have enriched my life so much and I can't wait to continue seeing the way God works on their behalf.

On Sunday night I went over to babysit a precious baby girl who I love so much and got snowed in! It was so fun! We made cookies and just had a generally festive time with the snow falling all around. I am so blessed by this family. Raechel has become my mentor and friend, she is so amazing and has (along with a couple other adorable mommies I know, including my own) sparked a love of motherhood in homemaking in me. If you all aren't already in relationship with women older than you in your church--- DO IT, because it is the biggest blessing ever.

Weeeeell, that is all I got for now. My friend Lizzie got home safely at 11:00 the other night and I got to be at the airport to see the team come in! So fun! She brought me back a scarf from Istanbul that I am basically in love with....

Merry Christmas to all, treasure your blessings this season!

Lizzie and I at B*ntu camp two years ago.

Sooo, I had good intentions of writing this post last week. Obviously, that didn't happen. :)

My dear friend Lizzie is about to head home from a mission trip to Iraq. Iraq.

Does that boggle any one else's mind? She has been in the heart of this Islamic country ministering to the Muslim community with an organization called Servant Group International at a classical Christian School there. I am amazed at her courage and compassion, this can't be an easy place to minister. She is such an inspiration and encouragment to me, as well as being that girl who gets your serious moods and your crazy moods. Good to have around.

Lizzie with some of the girls at B*ntu camp last summer. She is so good with them and I'm sure working with them helped prepare her for this trip.

So, if you think of it, please pray for Lizzie and the team as they fly home and that their work would forever change them and the people they met. Thanks! Have a blessed week!

I am loosing the art of simplicity. I am loosing the ability to hear.

I have been raised and trained to think critically from a Biblical worldview. Its been amazing and I loved every second of it until I sort of hit a wall. I started making connections I didn't want to make, I started answering my own questions before I stopped to ponder and pray. I started listening to my own brain rattle on inside my head instead of letting the Spirit of the Lord fill me.

I don't know where I fell off. I'm loosing my passion for missions, all I want to do these days is move out to a little farm somewhere and do nothing but read and sleep and eat and look out the window.

I'm feeling crazy and confused and bitter and broken and trapped.

Oh Lord, enable me to live and breathe the passage: "Be still and know that I am God."

Goodbye Eight Family!

The "Eight Family" moved out Saturday night. We have had such an amazing time with them and love them so much. We've all grown in the Lord by being together and we have a new and more beautiful understanding of community. We even have a nickname (a combination of our two last names) and are thinking about sending out a joint Christmas card, just for fun.

The lowly walk backwards

I have always found it strange that in Scripture, those seeking the Lord travel west, while eastward travel symbolizes rebellion (Nimrod towards Shinar). Yet, we are called to look to the east for the coming of the Son with the dawn.

"And behold, the glory of the God of Israel was coming from the east. And the sound of his coming was like the sound of many waters, and the earth shone with His glory."

~Ezekiel 43:2~

How can this work?

But, is it not a great tradition that before royalty, the lowly walk backwards?

too bad they're brother and sister..... :)

cute, no?

Picnik

I have recently discovered the joys of Picnik. So, for lack or anything better to say (or rather, time to say it), here are a few of my creations:

Lela Grace. The quote is a Caedmon's call song. I love Caedmons' call.

Michael and Julia at the park. Chances are good that you know this song:)

My one true love. You probably know this song too...

Blogging Friends...are awesome.

I'd like you all to meet my amazing blog friend, Joanna. She is about to head to Uganda and so I just thought I'd post about her so you all can be praying for her.

#1. We've never actually met, but we've started a friendship through blogs and facebook

#2 She is adorable.

#3 She has an amazing heart of faith and compassion.

#4 I totally admire her courage.

#5 She is only 16 and is moving to Uganda for 3 months.

#6 She will be working in a Baby Cottage where she has never actually been but which I visited now two summers ago.

#7 She is leaving in 8 days!!!!!!!!!!!!

So head on over to Joanna's blog to follow this amazing girl's story!

A couple Senior Pictures

Copyright to Claire Wise Photography.

What do you think?

(my friends Abigail (left) and Ashley White (middle) and I (right) at Jr/Sr retreat this summer. Its the only good picture I could find with both of us in it. And, I like posting pictures!)

My wise and lovely friend Ashley White (affectionately called 'Dubs') and I were talking today about dwelling on the future.

Thinking about the future is good. But really, how much is too much?

Dubs and I go to the same church and school, and our pastor as well as our teachers speak often about purpose and calling and hope and destiny. Their words are so rousing and inspiring.

I'm curious what you think, where is the line between dwelling too much on the unknown future, and looking forward with expectant joy to see what the Lord will do?

First day back at School!!!!

And judging by the fabulous brunch we had in the Senior room, its going to be an awesome year!!! Nothing kicks off a school year like cute mommies bringing yummy food!

King's Mountain Camp

My school begins each year with a week of camp. Every student and many of the teachers come. Its tradition. Its rare. Its powerful. Its wonderful. The Senior class leads the camp, surprising the students with the theme of the week and preparing all of the activities. Since 6th grade I've watched the incredible leadership of the upperclassmen and this past week was such an amazing culmination of the 7 year long journey as my classmates and I finally lead the student body at King's Mountain Camp.
This is the huddle of returning alumni praying over the senior class on the last night as we signed the honor code.

The Seniors then prayed over each class indiviually as they were called up to sign. I pretty much cried the whole time, especial while praying over Joseph's and then Lela Grace's classes.

This is my class. 16 girls and 7 guys. Goodness I love them. We look kind of crazy b/c we had all just gotten out of our Cowboy and Indian costumes (hence the face paint).

We traditionally kick off the week with a flour war. Call us crazy. You'll be right. I still have flour in my hair. :)

The entire student body grades 5-12 after the flour and water balloon war. They are absolutely disgusting and I don't think there is a group of people I love more anywhere.

I learned so much this week. God has really been healing my heart and its been incredible.

The summer between my sophomore and junior year I visited New Hope Uganda (my friend Elle went with me, she is up there in the blue v neck and the 2 long brown braids). While there I went into some missionaries' house. I can't really describe it, but their ministry and situation was/is almost exactly what I have dreamed of and hope for. I only met the mother of the family for about an hour but I told her that I was basically looking at what I hoped to live one day and it as so encouraging yada yada yada.

She didn't let me ramble very long. She stopped me and looked me in the eye and asked me how old I was. When I told her I was 16 she exhorted me to live where I was. To not get to caught up in what I hoped for one day, but to cherish the time now. The entire interchange took maybe 5 minutes, and I've never seen or heard from her again. But her wisdom stuck with me. She was right.

See, for several years I had let my future calling define me almost completely. I talked and talked about how I would go to Africa one day and about what my life was going to look like.
Here is the thing: "Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on His law he meditates day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by streams of water that yeilds its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers." ~Psalm 1:1-3~ I believe that I am just as called to be in this school, in this place, in this time as I am to adopt children, or be a mother, or minister in Africa, or anything else. I believe that my calling as a daughter, as student, a sister, and a member of my church are in one sense more important at this time than the more impressive or more specific callings for the future, because only the Lord knows the number of my days.

I believe that more often than not, God calls us to BE something, rather than to DO something, and that the things we do are simply outworkings of who we are.

I so often let the things I do or the things I want to do define me. But if you think about it, God does not need our work. He doesn't need our most wonderful works. He doesn't. In fact, He doesn't even ask for them. What He asks for is us. Is me. My heart, my life, my dreams, my thoughts, my praise, my love, my all. I am primarily called to be His child, where I am planted. And the more I scramble to do 'stuff' the more wonderful opportunities I miss. I am so grateful for the words of wisdom spoken to me by the missionary in Uganda, because there are so many things I almost missed.

Look around where you are. God is doing something incredible in your midst. Is it possible to work out your calling even where you stand, instead of waiting for some moment when it will hit you like a bolt of lightning.

Lightning doesn't last long.

But the Word of the Lord stands forever.

And the funny thing is, the less we focus on doing, the more we see what God has done.

Matthew 11:25-30

"At that time Jesus declared, 'I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that you have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and revealed them to little children; yes, for such was your gracious will. All things have been handed over to me by my Father, and no one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and anyone to whom the Son chooses to reveal Him. Come to me, all who labor, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."

And you will find rest for your souls.

Hey Folks

So, I know its been fifty years since I've posted anything real. I really am sorry. Its been a lot of working and a lot of family-ing this summer, as well as a lot of spiritual stuff to wrestle through. I'm still working on that. Lord have mercy.

Anyhow, I have missed you guys! The "Eight" family is still living in our basement, it will be two months in a couple of days. Its still going well, but I really want them to have a more permanent place for their sakes.

I'm still really wishing for another brother or sister of course, but I really think that the next person to adopt in this family will be me (and hopefully my elusive husband :).

Some dear friends of ours recently (like, last week) came home from Ethiopia with their sweet, one year old boys, Moses and Augustine. We love their family so much and fellowship with them at church and at school. I'm so glad to finally have these boys who we have been praying for for 2 years home! They're pretty much adorable, and Moses is from the same village as Michael and Julia! Hey, maybe they're cousins. :)

Our school starts off with a week of camp which is totally run by the senior class each year. I've so enjoyed being part of the planning for that and knowing all the secrets and preparing all the surprises! I head up with my classmates to King's Mountain Camp this coming Monday and my brother and sister and the rest of the school with ride up in buses the next day. School officially starts for the 3 of us the following week with Michael and Julia doing pre-k at home.

Well, there you are for a very newsie, pictureless post. Sorry, I know those are the most boring kind. I'll try to do something fantastically interesting in the coming days just for your sake. :)

ps! another reason I haven't been posting is because someone has been posting ridiculous comments, but I finally figured out the way (I'm not so tech savvy) to moderate comments. Sorry for all you real people out their, some wacky person with a really long Chinese name is making everyone suffer.

This Wednesday

"You're my FAVORITE babysitter EVER! But sometimes, you scare me."

-Wednesday, my lovely, long lost, little sister

Confused

Hey, I have a question.... Will you guys pray for me?

I've been in a pretty rough spot spiritually (which explains the lack of serious and transparent blogging) for some time now and am doing better, but its slow. Anyway, I was recently (and rather out of the blue) approached with an opportunity. An over-seas opportunity. I can't (for various reasons) tell much of anyone besides my parents right now, except for you lovely folks. I'm rather confused. I want to go, but I want what is best for the team and for the people there and for me as well and I know that the spiritual warfare there is intense.

So, will you pray for me? Thank you.

Welcome Eight family!

I'm a fan of blog code names. I like telling you folks whats going on, but I really don't feel comfortable telling the whole world other people's names. Because they might not want me too, and its awkward asking them. So, thats that.

Any how the Eights moved in today!Remeber the pictures of our basement from the flood? You probably won't even be able to recognize it as the same place in these photos. My mom, Joey, LG, and I went down this evening after dinner to have cake with them for Mr. Eight's birthday. Michael and Julia were already abed and Dad was (is) outside mowing the lawn.

The floor is now blue, and we're sleeping 6 kids in that one little area, you can see another bed way back in the toy nook back there.

And there's a kitchen which definitely wasn't there before...

(lighting candles)

"Sparrow" Eight. Because she's pretty, even though this is kind of a weird picture. She's not very photogenic, but she is pretty.

Cutie "Peter"!!! I'm determined to make this baby like me! He is super serious, he rarely smiles and hardly ever laughs. But I will persist in my endeavor, Peter will like me. We shall see.

Lela Grace and "Annie" feeling silly.

Happy 40th birthday Mr. Eight!!

Joseph and the Eight children (all but the baby) trying to light 40 candles. The cake practically caught fire.

Little Gretal... so cute!

this blogpost is very picturey. its because I'm feeling lazy. Sorry.

Wonderful Week

Disclaimer*** the pictures weren't taken in Africa.

But it felt a lot like it. I've blogged once before about working with the B*ntu refugees here in my city, and I can't wait to tell you all about the past week that we had with them, but for now, just some pictures.

Group Picture-- this week's theme was 'You are Special'
Me and Arb*y

What an awesome picture. Yay for water day.

Some people do art. H* does ART!!!!!:)

The big slide!!! You never get to old for these things.

Beautiful.

Painted H*ss**n. We take our art very seriously around here. :)

More later!

oh by the way

By the way, you know the flood we had? We're still working on getting everything sorted out down stairs. We decided to go ahead and paint the doors and trimwhite and get new base boards and we're painting we're floor. You know when you start one project about a million pop up, so its been pretty slow going even though mom and dad have been working their tales off.

Most families are a lot worse off than we are. I've been volunteering with my church helping out families that had maybe 10 feet of water in their homes. Many homes have been totalled. One family in our church thought that their house was fine because it had only flooded underneathe the house. They have recently discovered some serious mold issues. So we're finishing up the basement, a friend of ours is putting a little kitchenet in down there and this family is moving in with us probably for the summer, maybe longer.

I've always wanted more brothers and sisters. It looks like for the next couple of months I'm going to be the oldest of eleven children, as they have 6 kids ranging from ages 12 to 1. Honestly, I'm super excited. We're all about to experience a whole new meaning of community.
The crew will be:
Audrey-17
Joseph-13
O-12 (boy)
Lela Grace-11
SA- 8 (girl)
R-6 (boy)
L-5 (girl)
Michael-4
Julia-4
P-2 (girl)
S- 1 (boy)

Wootie Woo! We're in for some serious crazy. I operate best in crazy.

17th Birthday

Yesterday my family and I celebrated 17 years of life. I still went to my Friday babysitting family, and saw my little down syndrome friend who I've come up with a name for. On this blog I'm going to call him Sho. Its Japenese (which doesn't have anything to do with why I chose it, just a fun fact), it has the same amount of letters as his real name, and it means, "to soar/to fly". I wanted a name that had the opposite connotation of the word 'downs', because thats exactly what this little guy is. He smiles and fusses and eats and poops like any other baby. He has his big brother's wide smile and his daddy's bald head, the big blue eyes of the brother nearest his age, he's turning one next month. Sho isn't defined entirely by down syndrome.

I took this picture yesterday. Isn't it a hoot?! I laugh out loud every time I see it. Especially the half closed eye. And his mouth is kind of huge. Anyway, Sho gave me one of my very favorite presents yesterday. I went over in the morning and Sho's mom started showing me how his physical therapist said to hold him to help him sit up. Anyway, so I was practicing and Sho was watching his big brother play with a toy and he seemed pretty steady so I took my hands away. After a few seconds without support and he was still straight and sitting, I called his mom in to look. The whole family kind of trickled in as little Sho sat for the first time for about 1 minute! He did it again several times throughout the morning, getting up to almost 2 minutes once. Big boy! I was so proud of him! It was so much fun to be there for that.

Good job, little Sho!!! We're all so proud of you. Keep working hard, and thank you for making my birthday babysitting job especially exciting!

ps. I did do other things on my birthday including planting a tree, witnessing another little (baby) friend have her first taste of chocolate, eating Ethiopian food with family and 2 close friends and wrapping up the evenings with frozen yogurt and presents. Just if you're interested. :) I got a laptop on which I have composed this blogspost!

Final Exams

Studying for Final Exams have meant forgoing the following:

-A milkshake
-Archery practice with Lela Grace
-and Emperor's New Groove.
-snuggle time

...and thats just today. Summer, come quickly.

ps. how many families do you know with an archery range in their back yard? its a new addition. (new as in, this morning). Compliments of Joseph and Lela Grace who have both recently developed and interest in the sport, and thus bugged my parents sufficiently to build a target. I'm definitely the worst archer in the family, judging from the 10 minutes I took to go out and get a little taste. They whooped me.

Loving the World

"If you love everything you will percieve the divine mystery in things.

Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day.

And you will come at last to love the whole world with an embracing love."

~Father Zosima from The Brothers Karamazou~

(This quote was in my church bulletin this morning. Honesty: I have no clue who Father Zosima is. But his quote made my heart sing.)

Thoughts on special needs

I've been, as you can tell, thinking a lot about special needs. Down Syndrome in particular. This thought struck me the other morning in the shower. I forgot it then, but then remembered it while studying for my finals. (Okay, I guess that was totally unnecessary information...hmm...) Anyway:

Why are the lives and stories of people with special needs so attractive and universally heart warming?

Why do so many families of people with disabilities radiate with the joy that that person brings to their life?

I think,

That when the human-ness of a person is limited

The Image of God is usually easier to see.

There is your daily dose of Audrey. Seriously, can you beleive nobody has adopted these kiddos? They're BEAUTIFUL! They're practically edible, just waiting for soembody to hug them so hard they can't breathe!

But seriously, that thought has really helped me to understand a lot of things, because, the hard parts about disability (it is called dis-ability, after all), are effects of the fall, so the brokenness isn't what we celebrate and love.

Its the life.

I just found out that I'll be getting to see a lot more of my little down syndrome buddy (who I really need to give a blog name) this summer. I was planning on keeping his older sister and three older brothers while mom took baby to therapy one morning a week. But his mom said that she worked it out for someone else to come then so that I can babysit when he is home! She is going to teach me how to do some therapy work with him! Ah! I'm SUUUPPPPEEERR excited. He and the other kids are all about the cutest children I have ever met.

So you know what this means for you?

Pictures! Hopefully I'll be able to get quite a few of this little bundle of adorableness!

May I?

May I rant for a minute? I promise to be concise and logical.

Yeah. Right.

Today, some friends of mine and I were talking at school. Our conversation got cut short or else I would have told them some of the things that I'm about to tell you. We started by talking about motherhood and how much we couldn't wait to have babies and be moms. That morphed to talking about giving birth and about how some people were afraid of the pain and discomfort involved with pregnancy and I, of course, said "Well they can adopt!" Surprisingly, even amongst my dear, dear friends, this proposal met with some hesitation.

"But, most people really want to have their own kids. You know, they really want their own. They don't want to just adopt them and not get to have their own."


Their own?

Friends, may we examine this phrase? (I know that I'm preaching to the choir here, and I of course wasn't surprised to meet this kind of doubt about adoption, but I was surprised to hear it from my very close friends, who, you know, come to my house, and, you know, hang about with Mez and TeeGee, and, you know, know what I'm passionate about.)

My own.

"Is Ephraim My dear son?

Is he My darling child?

For as often as I speak against him,

I do remember him still.

Therefore My heart yearns for him;

I will surely have mercy on him,

declares the Lord."

~Jeremiah 31:20~

In the old testament, Ephraim was often a foreshadowing of the church. A symbol of God's people of the New Covenant. These questions? They're rhetorical questions. "Is Ephraim My dear son? Is he My darling child?" Rhetorical questions drive the hearer to want to scream "Yes! Yes, of course!"

Do you hear the tender, fatherly affection?

Secondly:

"...and Mattan the father of Jacob, and Jacob the father of Joseph the husband of Mary, of whom Jesus was born, who is called Christ. So all the generations from Abraham to David were fourteen generations and from David to the deportation to Babylon fourteen generations, and from the deportation to Babylon to the Christ fourteen generations."

~Matthew 1:15b-16~

This is the genealogy of Jesus. The Lion of Judah. The root of Jesse. The one to sit on David's Throne. This is the child of Rahab and Salmon, and of Ruth and Boaz. This is the promised Messiah born in Bethlehem. This is the Christ.

"When Joseph woke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him: he took his wife, but knew her not until she had given birth to a son. And he called his name Jesus."

~Matthew 1:24~

Jesus was not the biological son of Joseph. He was conceived of the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary. This we know.

SO. If Jesus was not really Joseph's own son, if his earthly adoption was not, in fact, a real or effectual thing, then we've been wrong all these years. It wasn't Jesus, it was his younger brother James who is the Messiah! James carried the blood line of Jesse and David.

But adoption is of the Lord. Established and exemplified by Him. Evident in the life and heritage of His own son. Jesus, was adopted.

To doubt that adoption makes a child YOUR OWN, is to doubt the promise of the Lord and your sonship (daughtership) to Him. We are adopted children of God, made heirs with Christ, who is the eldest of many brethren. Shall we doubt that we are God's dear sons and daughters, shall we doubt that we are His own darling children?

I have decided what my thesis for next year will be. I had already thought it out and had come up with eveything but the 3rd proof. Today, I've chosen a third proof. My thesis statement:

Adoption is the surest way to counteract abortion in a culture because it upholds the sanctity of life, speaks to the needs of the mother and the child, and is an effective way of grafting a new member of the family into the covenant family.

"But the Lord has taken you and brought you out of the iron furnace, out of Egypt, to be a people of His own inheritance, as you are to this day."

~Deuteronomy 4:20~

Dear Jeeves and Wooster,

You make my life so much better. Thank you,

-Audrey-

My Brain...

I called some friends to see if they wanted to go exploring with me down town.

My friends' mom thought that we would die in the raging river of main street.

We stayed home.

I wonder about my brain sometimes.

Flash Flood 3

...but I think Michael and Julia understand Noah's flood a heck of a lot better than most four year olds.