Well, it finally happened. I waited 30 years and it finally happened. I went snow skiing for the first time. The good news is that I am alive and that I can say I have skied in the French Alps. The bad news is that I tried to learn to ski in the French Alps. After 3 times down the beginner slope (which I was sharing with kids Hannah's age and younger), one of my buddies convinced me I was ready for the regular slope. Well, the picture above (although not actually of me) tells the story of how that went. Apart from "manger beaucoup de neige" (eating lots of snow) and being really sore the next day, it was lots of fun. Once again I came away amazed at God's creation. Words can't describe the beauty I saw, that is, when my face was not planted in the snow.
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I was checking Em Bell's blog today when I followed the link to your blog! Great to just sit and read through all of your posts. I think Malachi has really grown since we saw him at Traber in June. What a blessing it is just to read what God has been doing in your lives while in Albertville. He is so worthy of all praise. Love to the family from the Novak's. Guess there was a REAL NEED for snow pants out of the Bala missions closet : ) A blessed New Year. Shirley
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