You are my only one!

My children look at me for signs of favour all the time. In fact, they are trying to discover who may be my favourite, secretly hoping that it is him.
I told them I did not know about having a favourite among them, so it is unlikely they can discover anything.
Tonight I kissed them goodbye and told each "Sleep well my only one." Well it sounds much better in Hungarian.... There is one word for the "my only one" bit derived from the word "ONE." They looked at me funnily, and Misheel remarked, it is bad math, mom, there are three of us.
So I told them each separately again, "Sleep well my only one." I think they got it.

These pictures were taken after we arrived at Ulaanbaatar airport 5 a.m. on Easter Sunday after a whole day and night's travel, and were waiting for Mr S. to come and pick us up. Our flight was early, and he thought it would be late....

Praying for my Children

Anand, Misheel, Anar

I asked Anar one day how he imagines his future. He told me about various things, that he wants to live with his brothers until they get married, and to be a scientist studying dinosaurs or maybe he will make movies. He was not sure whether he would marry himself. "You know, mom, I am not that interested in girls just yet. It may change of course." The next day I kept thinking about what he had said, and could not help feeling that something was missing. It took me a while to realize that he did not mention Jesus in his future life.


I have to admit that we never taught him to speak about Jesus like that, so why would he. Although we always try to consider our actions and every aspect of our life from the viewpoint of God, we rarely speak about Him. So now I do pray every day for the boys to be more conscious of their need of Jesus in their lives. I also teach them to view their lives and their actions in a more Jesus-conscious way.



Just an example. This morning at breakfast Misheel mentioned with great relief that two English-Mongolian brothers who used to sit in the same school bus with them have moved to Britain. He was genuinely happy about it. "They are such nasty kids, and unloving brothers," he said.



So I asked them what the other boys in the school bus would say if we all suddenly moved to Hungary. Would they be happy that the "nasty Hungarian brothers are gone?" Or would they be sorry a little? I asked them if other boys would like to be their friends or rather want to avoid them? They did not answer, because they know that some of the other children would have quite mixed feelings about them. Finally I asked them what they thought about having a fourth brother with them all the time. They looked at me wondering, probably thinking about our miscarried babies, and eventually asked if I was pregnant again. I said, no, I was thinking of an elder brother for them, the Lord Jesus. Then they all ran out to catch their school bus.