My two big girls are in Sunday School together. I miss not teaching that class, but it was one of the things that had to go this year when I started working at the school more. They've got a great teacher, a friend of mine. The girls in the class came up with the idea of putting together Christmas packages for the poor. Just around the corner from us live people who may or may not have heat, may or may not have a meal. We've been in the houses. They are heated with coal (when it can be afforded) and the floors are mud. I am proud of the girls for coming up with the idea. One nice thing about them growing up is that I was able to just drop them at the strip mall in our neighborhood, and off they went. Money-check. Plans of what to buy-check. Turkish-some. They did great!
Due to safety reasons, they were not allowed to deliver the boxes as a class. They were disappointed, but we are happy that the man giving them out for the girls will be able to share the Christmas story as he delivers them. Gule gule kulan! (Enjoy it with a smile!)