Ten?

I had ten children yesterday. Adam and Heather, a couple from our church, got called down to Redding to help a man who served under Adam in Iraq. Their five children came to our house for the day. I panicked when Heather called me to ask if it was okay. But as it turned out, there was nothing to fear.

Alex and Cristen (ages 5 and 3) played with my kids happily while the other three boys were in school. After school, Austin, Hunter, and Brandon (ages 12 to 9), plus their friend Gavin (that makes ten!) found their way to our house.

We turned on the sprinkler in the yard, and it quickly became a shotgun, but everybody had fun.

And then, (Dun, dun, DUUUUN!) Jason came home. There is a reason the kids at church call him "Fun Jason," and it's not just to differentiate from the other Jason at church: Pastor Jason.

No sooner had he arrived than balls were flying over neighbors' fences; plastic bats clashed like swords; gums bled; heads knocked; and preschoolers wandered dangerously in and out of the fray. Did I mention Jason was home? Did I mention he was at the epicenter of the chaos, instigating and quelling at turns?

And then, as Hunter sat nursing his left eye with a cold soda can, assuring me, "It's okay! It doesn't hurt!" Jason whispered, "Are you sure you don't want ten?"

Update on Aaron

Aaron started chemo today. Please pray that it is effective quickly. Also keep Natalie and their children in prayer.

Thanks,
Rebecca