I am a missionary in Spain who desires for the power of the Holy Spirit to be unleashed in me, to be unabashed about the love of Christ, and unafraid to go where God calls. These are my stories in this journey of letting God have everything.

12 February 2006

Why I love my Parents...

There are many reasons why I love my parents. One main reason is because they love each other so much. Another reason is because they crack me up. Let me assure you that there are many many more, but in this posting I just want to highlight these two. A perfect example is from the email I received today, from my car, Susie the Saturn, that is in the states with my parents. I am a bit possesive as this is the one huge purchase I have made in my life. Anyway, here is the email that I received today:

Dear Amy, as my true owner I feel I should let you know what is happening to me here in Maryland while you are away playing in Europe. Now, when we were together in Michigan you took such good care of me. You kept me dry and warm in Tricia's garage even though I would have to transport you around on cold winter days. Do you realize what is happening to me here?! I'm sitting outside - I said OUTSIDE! Last night I sat in the driveway helplessly while snow - yes snow - covered me completely! And I don't mean just a few flakes - we're talking 6 to 8 inches!!! At least I wasn't alone, Auntie Olds was parked real close to me and Uncle Denali was in front of me. Auntie Olds was very nice, she kept saying everything would be alright and wasn't it beautiful. Uncle Denali kept calling me a wimp, he's rather big and scary. Well Auntie was right, it is beautiful here in the snow. I could hear the waterfall flowing and the wind in the trees, it was very peaceful. She was also right that everything would be OK, she must have a wonderful owner. The old people came out and cleaned me off this morning. The lady was very gentle as she took care of me and Auntie Olds. The guy cleaned off Uncle Denali, I'm glad he stayed away from me. They had a very strange ritual, throwing snow on each other and then they stopped to kiss. GROSS!!!!!!! Why didn't they do that before my windshield was cleared off?! It's going to take a long time to wipe that image from my computer chip! Well anyway, I guess I'll survive. They get sunshine after snow storms, have you ever heard of such a thing? At least there was a little, I'm sure that's what I saw. You have fun in Spain, knowing what I have to endure here. I guess I can take the snow with no garage, but would you please tell those old people not to kiss again - I'm not sure I can handle any more of that! Barely making it, Susie

Alright, now let me analyze this a bit for you. I can totally picture my dad behind the denali laughing to himself like an adolescent as he gathers snow to throw at my mom, thinking he is so funny. I'm sure my mom just rolled her eyes and said in her mom voice, "David!". At this response, I'm pretty sure my dad just laughed harder and did it again. I am laughing right now as I picture the scene. What a couple of kids in love?! Makes me sick! Then the fact that my mom sent me this email is hilarious. I don't know if this is any evidence that she works with emotionally and behaviourly disturbed boys, but it is random and I loved it. My parents are the best and if you don't agree with me, "I will fight you!" Pete, what movie is that from? I love you Mom and Dad!


Jean said...

that's a great story!! what a riot!!

I got your blog address from Becky Hibma (whom I'm in a small group with at Ada) and I know your brother Matt through my husband who had a biking group a few years back that Matt was in. Anyway, welcome to blog land and I love your pictures of Spain!! Looking forward to reading about your life!

Chris M said...

Hey Amy,
Loved the story of your car. Being one of the older people,I can relate. Who says romance is just for the young ones? We're all still young at heart.

Have a wonderful day. (This is my first time to use a blog) I'm catching up with the times.