I'm sure I'm not the only one who was riveted, inspired, touched and blessed by the
miraculous rescue of the Chilean mine workers.
Since I've become a mother, I am little ashamed to admit that there is little of the news that I'm able to tolerate. It brings me to such a sad place that I avoid about 90% of it. Terrible, I know, but I feel that for this short chapter in my life I need to save my mental energy for my vocation here in Lewis Land.
There was no way, however, I could escape the reports of the amazing rescue of the Chilean miners. It moved me to my core. That last miner who was their leader and mentor has become a new personal hero of mine. What unbelievable foresight, strength, courage and faith! He is the truest version of a servant leader.
In honor of the heroism and patriotism and faith of the miners and people of Chile,
I thought it was only appropriate that we celebrated with them....
with Chili for supper in our little corner of the world. (Okay, I know it's a stretch, but I didn't know what else to do and well, I'm just not into pinatas.)
I've mentioned before that Gianna often asks me to feed her. I don't fight it too often but encourage her to eat on her own as often as possible. Finger foods are fine, but veggies and soups etc, are usually a bit of a struggle. She went to town on the chili last night.