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Thursday, September 22, 2011

My Village

Whoever said it doesn't take a village to raise a child clearly is not living my life. That person does not have five children, a husband in Africa and an unexpected out-of-state funeral to attend.

That person does not have incomplete homeschool lessons all over the kitchen, piles of dirty laundry and almost no food in the fridge.

And obviously, that person also does not have have my friends or enjoy the blessed sense of community that I'm privileged to be a part of.


To the countless friends who jumped in and stepped up to share my burdens this week, I cannot thank you enough. You're my "village" and I cannot imagine how I'd ever live this crazy life without you.


It definitely takes a village. And by the way, that quote wasn't invented by Hillary Clinton. It's a centuries-old African proverb. My African peeps know what they're talking about here.


Thank you, dear, selfless, loving friends. I won't name names, but you know who you are.

2 comments:

Christy said...

I SO wish I was closer and could come be part of your village! ;) Would help you anytime if I did! Praying for you and Joy while the hubbies are gone!

Auntie Bliss said...

After reading your story (sweet!!!) I thought I'd share with you a lady and her ministry I found online. Modern day Mother Teresa...this is Barb and her project in Uganda:
http://jaajabarbshomeofangels.blogspot.com/