"No Regrets" Means No Regrets

Four wonderful teenage boys from church came over this afternoon and helped us move a bunch of stuff from the carport to the basement for long-term storage. While they were working, we found several boxes that somehow got shoved aside, covered up, and left off our inventory (and off the shipping container) :..(

Nothing that we can't live without, but things that Bob and I would have enjoyed having. The most unfortunate was the box of accessories to the router that DID make it onto the container. I took a look in the box, and I think the accessories are small enough to tuck into a corner of one of our checked bags. But my three small garden statues and the pomegranite tabletop fountain will just have to stay here.

No regrets. No regrets. No regrets.

The youth "Surrender Weekend" retreat, held this weekend at church, always includes several mission projects. The kids love doing them, and they are always meaningful. This year, the boys' original project fell through and Will, the Youth Pastor, asked me if I might know of a possible project the guys could do other than going around the church property and surrounding neighborhood picking up trash along side the road. Knowing how much there still is to sort and store (yes, even after loading up that shipping container) I called Bob to see if he'd like some help. So Isaac, Joshua, Moses, and Michael (how's that for a Biblical quartet?) piled into my car and came to the house and moved boxes and buckets and anvils and other stuff. They worked hard and accomplished a lot.

I am glad for their willingness to help us. And I am VERY glad they had the opportunity to learn that "mission work" does not have to involve a trip to another town or state or country, nor does it have to be for the "less fortunate". They got to experience the fact that "missions" can be as simple as helping a neighbor carry in groceries or sweeping snow off the driveway next door - or helping friends get ready to move.