Steve at Torah Family with another timely Off the Cuff teaching to consider.
If you’re reading this page, you’ve likely seen at least one of the “Milk Runs” posted on the blog, and more than likely you’ve wondered at the name. Each post contains a description of the purpose of the series, in that they are regular posts designed to provide short, clear teachings from the Bible and an application for Christians. But why are they called milk runs?
The answer can be seen in 1 Peter.
For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. … Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.
1 Peter 1:23; 2:2-3
Throughout the New Testament, we see an image of Christians that receive new life, being born again in the Spirit through faith…
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These past two months have been such a blessing with our whole family together at home. Daughter Jessica, returned in June from her two years in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, having taught kindergarten at The American School. She made so many friends, both at the school and the US Embassy. She had purchased a car and explored the countryside as much as possible on long weekends. On longer breaks, she took in Panama, Guatemala, Nicaragua, and Ecuador. She was able to come home for visits occasionally. She will miss her classroom assistant, Ms Cuty, very much – she just loved that wonderful lady. As she gave me a hug (the boys and i visited Thanksgiving 2013), she says to me, ‘in the classroom, Miss Jessica is my boss, outside, she is my daughter.’ I will never be able to adequately thank this wonderful lady!.
Read about her experiences in her blog at The Honduras Experience.
Now, she has just landed in Dubai, UAE via Delta Airlines for her next two year stint at teaching. This time, she will be teaching kindergarten at Dubai American Academy, a world class private school.
Taking her to Kansas City International Airport yesterday was a difficult task for me. Emotionally, i’m just a basket case. Of course, i’m thrilled she has the courage, tenacity, and hard work ethic to graduate number one in her Central Methodist University class of 2013 with honors at age 21, then to apply for and obtain a foreign teaching job, then do it again, travel all over while she’s in those areas, but at the same time, I want her safe at home. But she’s probably not in any more in danger on her travels than she is on our north Missouri farm.
It was certainly nice not to have to leave home at 2am to make the flight like it was for Tegucigalpa! But it is now 23 hours from our house to her apartment in Dubai.
So, maybe i burst into tears occasionally because of the change? my children are grown and leaving (left) the nest? making lives of their own? Geesh, those should make me happy! What’s wrong here? I am happy – just not ready.
Since it is Friday, we probably won’t hear from here until Sunday or Monday, when she is settled into her apartment and utilities are turned on. What a difference in weather and culture! It’s currently 93 feels like 107F in Dubai – not bad, we’ve been having that in north Missouri, EXCEPT, it’s 1 am in Dubai.