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Headed to Honduras . . .

March 22, 2010

In less that 24 hours all seven of us will  be in Honduras again.  I am excited about the opportunity to provide a camp for two orphanages in Honduras.  I’m not at all excited about our TACA adventure on the way down to Honduras, but I’m never excited about traveling on airplanes with 5 children!

For those of you who pray and are reading this blog post please say a prayer for our travels tomorrow.  I know Daniel is a little nervous because the last leg of our trip is on a turbo prop jet!  I’m a little concerned that all our luggage gets there with us.  We do, however, have a few days before the first team arrives so as long as we make it we’ll be fine!  I’ll write more this week from Honduras on our upcoming camps for orphans until then enjoy a picture from last year’s camp.

Many of my blog readers will remember that our adopted daughter is deaf.  We didn’t sign-up for a deaf child, but God chose her for our family.  I vividly remember the day they delivered her to us at the Crown Plaza Hotel in Guatemala City, Guatemala.  It was a scary, happy, anxious, beautiful, glorious, excited time for both Amy and I. We took her up to our room and within 15 minutes I knew something was not quite right.  She wouldn’t respond to Spanish or English.  I knew something was wrong, but couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

It wasn’t until we had her home for a week that Amy said one night, “Mark, I think she’s deaf.”  To which I replied, “No way!”  So, being the scientific guy that I am I came in the house and did an impromptu hearing test.  I got a big pot and big spoon from the kitchen and snuck up behind her and began banging it.  No response!  To which I surmised – Amy’s right, she’s deaf!

Long story . . . she had cochlear implants on February 28, 2008.  And on March 17th, 2008 her ears were “turned on.”  That means Mariah has been hearing for two years now.  That explains why when I asked her this week if she wanted to watch Dora or Diego she replied, “No, I want to watch Diego.”  Well, it wasn’t that clear, but I could certainly understand her two year old speech.

There is rarely a day that goes by lately that I’m not amazed at how well she  is hearing.  Last week while I was teaching my photography class she was downstairs and heard me talking and exclaimed, “Daddy, my Daddy!”  It’s amazing to me that she can distinguish my voice from the voice of other males.  So, Mariah is three years old, but today is her two year hearing anniversary and with that here is a picture I took of her for one of my photography class assignments.  She’s one of three “Daddy’s girl’s” in this house!

This past weekend Amy and I had the privilege of being at Frank Hopkins 90th birthday party.  Well, it might not have been his 90th birthday party, but you know what I mean.  Frank Hopkins is 90 years old.  Wow, I just realized I’m exactly half his age (for a couple more weeks). I have known Frank closely for about 15 years. For several years we served together on the staff of Woodland Hills Church in Asheville, NC.  I have many fond memories of Frank Hopkins over the years.

One memory that quickly comes to mind are those Monday mornings we spent together at the Buncombe Baptist Minister’s Conference.  Frank has been the secretary for that minister’s group for many years.  He’s known among that crowd for making the “reading of the minutes” a comical affair.  His dry sense of humor and gift of writing made something as boring as reading meeting minutes enjoyable.  I remember those countless lunches after those meetings at Ryan’s Steakhouse with all of Frank’s old buddies (many of whom have passed on into their eternal home in heaven). I was, without a doubt, the youngest among them but I enjoyed listening to their “war stories” and tales of the “good ‘ole days.”  It was there at Ryans with Frank that I first learned to love spinach leaves on my salad!  I miss those times!

I also remember the many Christmas Eve’s that our family spent with Frank and Betty.  For years, while living in Buncombe County, NC they served as surrogate grandparents for our children.  Our children still love going to Frank and Betty’s home and eating Betty’s homemade pickles and playing with Frank’s carrom board (It’s hyperlinked for those of you who have no idea what a carrom board is).

When I think of Frank Hopkins as he enters his 9th decade of life, the following are a few words that come to mind:  Pastor, Friend, Mentor, Husband, Father, Grandfather, Great Grandfather, Great Great Grandfather, Role Model, Humble, Honest, Godly, Generous, Servant, Witty, Faithful, Reliable, Passionate, and Hero!

Thanks Frank Hopkins for being an great example of a Godly man and friend.  I, along with many others,  look forward to celebrating your life for many more years to come!

In our house it’s “fundue”!  If we ask our children what they want for dinner almost always they’ll answer, “Fondue!”  Most of the time when Amy and I hear that word we cringe, because fondue in our house is so messy.  Yet when you think about it, with five children at the dinner table most anything can become messy.  Last night Amy and I caved under the pressure and had a “fundue” night.  Our kids had a blast!  We did chicken and cheese.  As I thought about it, it became evident why our kids like it so much . . . it’s homemade cheese sticks and chicken nuggets!!  I don’t usually take pictures at dinner, but I made an exception last night.  Hope you enjoy the fun we had . . .

Something Old

February 6, 2010

I’m teaching a photography class to about 20 homeschool students this semester.  I give them a “homework” assignment each week.  This past week’s assignment was to practice what we have been learning about aperture and take a picture of “something old”.  I do the assignments with them each week instead of going through my files and picking out a picture I took in the past.  It helps me practice what I teaching as well.  My first thought of something old was of my wife’s grandparents reading an old bible.  So, here’s the end result of my homework assignment for this week – the hands are those of Amy’s grandmother and the bible was the bible that belonged to Amy’s great grandfather.