Last Sunday

Matt and I are on the missions committee at church.  One of the biggest tasks we have is to meet with the missionaries as they visit our church - and we meet with them, eat and then pray with them.  (I really enjoy meeting with them.  I like to find out they are normal people, with a passion that puts me to shame.  I've really enjoyed getting to know these people on a more personal level.)

Last Sunday, we had missionaries from France.  Several years ago, Matts parents went to France on a mission trip to visit and help some missionaries.  They didnt stay with this particular couple, but they did see them some on their trip.  Anyhow, John (the guy) and Matt were talking about that visit. Colesy was sitting on my lap listening to us talk.  John said, I remember them coming, I think it was '95.  It was longer ago than I had thought, but Colesy heard him say that is was 95 years ago that they were there.  Poor kid! We laughed at that too.  Not at her, but that her brain would process it that way!