The girls that are visiting are participating in a 30 Hour Famine with the church where they attend - and it is TODAY. For moral support - the girls and I decided to do it with them. It started at 10 am this morning - and we are just starting to feel the first pangs of hunger. You know - I keep thinking "it's only ONE day and there are people all over the world who don't know where their next meal is coming from" and yet there is a sense of panic inside of me. I know the Biblical standard for fasting, and we talked about it last night - not complaining or being grumpy - because that is the reward. Deep down inside I think as a chubby person I am afraid of hunger. Doesn't that sound strange? I have never known what it was like to be truly hungry, where I didn't know that when I was rescued (lost on the Appalachian Trail), got to my destination, cooked the food, etc. I would be able to eat. We prayed together a little while ago - and asked God to use our sacrifice to grow us as well as bless the people all over the world who have so little while we have so much.
The kids are watching a movie right now. We have been trying to find other things to invest ourselves in. All five kids helped me work on making this:
It is a copycat idea from something a friend always made at baby showers in WV. I made one for my sister when she was pregnant with her daughter - it was equally as cute. This thing is loaded with baby stuff all the way around - as well as 3 packs of small sized diapers that can be used as the cake is disassembled. So, yes we made a cake - but we can't eat it! Thankfully.
I dread making the cheese ball and pizza dip that I promised. I am also preparing some baby shower games - does anybody know any good ones? We are doing the one where you put the baby food in the diaper and smell it to guess what kind it is, also the one where everybody selects an amount of toilet paper. (I'm not saying any more because I don't want to spoil it in case somebody attending the shower is reading this!)