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First Day of School!

Today was the first day of school for our kids on scholarship to Bethel Evangelical High School. I was up at 5:30 this morning to help shepherd the kids through their first-day activities. They were amusingly quiet, nervous and punctual ths morning and it was hard not to keep from chuckling at how tense and unlike themselves they were. I was prepared to simply pick them up, herd them onto the public bus, drop them off in front of the school and go on with the rest of my day but they were so nervous I had to practically hold their hands and walk them through the front gates - then I had to sit with them through the opening morning assembly and was only able to quietly slip out when the principal began to introduce the members of the Board. I imagine they'll get accustomed to life at Bethel fairly rapidly and their normal personalities will begin to come through again but for the meantime this is pretty fun to watch.

Waiting for the Bus

Konrad came along for the ride despite the fact he doesn't normally wake up till 8:00 am and doesn't then fully come to life until about 4 in the afternoon. This was a real stretch for our little buddy.

He was so exhausted he just plopped down on the side of the highway.
(I like this shot by the by.)

Duke & Checho
(Nephew & Uncle)

Tati looks thrilled...and by thrilled I mean furious.

On the bus to school
Please be praying for our kids, this is going to be a challenging year. Peace!
- mlk


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