I spent part of this weekend doing dental things – a trade show where I succumbed to the temptation to purchase a air/electric highspeed handpiece that has the ability to maintain an even torque. Now that might not mean much to most of you but it means my drill won’t stall out when the going gets tough. Also picked up some stuff to help motivate young people with braces to brush better through self assessment of their oral health status – in other words are their teeth covered with yuck or not.
Then we interviewed a person since we need a second hygienist and ate lunch at Earls. The salad I had was delicious.
But the best part of the weekend so far was eating pancakes and bacon prepared by my son and eaten with his family and shopping with David, Annette and kids. It is hard to find truly meaningful gifts for the kids and grandkids. They do not need more junk. Neither do I.
But then we stopped at the World Vision Kiosk and my son’s family signed up to support a child from the Congo, finding a boy about the same age as Kieran so they would be able to write to each other. Kieran thought he would like to give some of his chore money towards supporting him. That is one of the best gifts they have given me and they are probably not even aware that it blessed me so much to be there as they chose to do that. And one little boy and his village will be blessed and perhaps will understand some of the wonder of love offered across the huge span of distance that separates them; the wonder of what Christ really came to set in motion at Christmas.