Mrs4444 hosts Friday Fragments.
Life is sweet, sometimes. My neighbor's freezer died in the night a few days ago. She stored six tubs of ice cream and a few pies in my freezer. That was a sweet treat. She insisted that I take something, so I tasted a few samples of Blue Bell ice cream before the freezer was resuscitated.
Last night, the New Orleans Saints beat the Atlanta Falcons. On Sunday, we smashed the Dallas Cowboys. The team is now 9-2. Now, the Saints need to beat the Seattle Seahawks in our next game to secure home field advantage in the playoffs. I miss North American football in Honduras. Hondurans are obsessesed with soccer. No basketball, baseball, or any other sport is ever aired or discussed.
I need to walk a few extra laps this morning along the levee of Lake Ponchartrain as I plan on having lunch at Rosco's. Their specialty is po'boys. I have resisted high-calorie indulgences since arriving in New Orleans a few weeks ago. Today? I want a big oyster po'boy.
Yesterday, I received 20 more bookbags for kids in Honduras. I have 40 in all ready to ship. We have 45 in Honduras. Now, we just need supplies to fill them so everyone has bookbags and supplies when schools starts in February.
This weekend, Hondurans will elect a new president. Many predict volatility and possibly more violence than usual in a land already torn apart by violence and instability. No matter the outcome, let's remember that Jesus is King.
My friend, Ana, established a nonprofit called Umweo Bags, which raises proceeds for a hospital and ophanage in Zambia, Africa. She also sells her own homemade items. Ana is a brave woman, because she believes that she can make a difference in the lives of orphans and sick chldren, even if all she has is her one sewing machine and a determined will. I liked her quote that she posted on Facebook today.
Pray, but when you pray, rise to your feet. -African proverb
*If you have time to listen, my last post has audio portions.
I recorded some of the post in my best Cajun accent. Enjoy!