At the end of February, Brayton went to Haiti to be with some close friends who are medical missionaries there. While he was gone, it was just Suzanne and I running the show here: two women, one 64, the other 25, praying together 3 times a day and doing all the daily work to run the place, including hauling wood in for the woodstoves.
Suzanne joked about us being like two nuns at a monastery, especially when she saw me sitting in the chapel with my black sweatshirt hood pulled over my head looking like a habit! The next day we wore matching purple sweaters (unintentionally, I swear!).
We couldn’t help but see the parallels between that and my sister’s life in Honduras and laugh at how two daughters from the same family ended up where we are today…does that mean our parents did a good job?
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