My little Bubbles is sick.  She woke up in the middle of the night with a temperature of 38.9C and a nightmare that a crocodile was in her bed.  I hate it when any of my children isn't well, but somehow it always seems more pitiful the smaller and younger they are.

Poor thing!  Today is the first day of the June school holiday.  (She goes to our church nursery program 3 hours a day.)  What a miserable way to start her holiday.

I took her to the dr and her temp. had risen to 39.4C!  The dr warned me that cases of dengue fever are on the rise here in Singapore.  Dengue (pronounced "den-gee") comes from mosquito bites from the Aides (pronounced "ay-deez") mosquito.  The long name is dengue hemorrhagic fever.  (I don't know if I spelled that right!)  It can get nasty, causing internal bleeding if not caught and treated.  So we've got to keep an eye on her, and if her fever persists til Saturday, we have to take her back to the dr's clinic.

The tough thing is that I'm leaving tomorrow morning for a church women's retreat, and I'm one of the teachers, so I do need to go.  I won't be home until Sunday evening.  I hate to leave my kiddos when they're not well. 

But one thing dh and I have noticed ever since we had children is that whenever one of us is supposed to go away for ministry, whether it's a retreat or a missions trip or whatever, one or more of the children gets sick.  Spiritual warfare?  Maybe.  I do know that God is going to do wonderful things in women's lives this weekend, that strongholds will be broken down, and that women will be set free.  Satan doesn't want to let go of his territory that easily.

Dh encouraged me to go ahead and go, and he will hold the fort here at home, keeping a watchful eye on Bubbles.  Do keep us in prayer over the weekend.

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Since this is my first entry, allow me to introduce myself.  I'm an American who met, fell deeply in love with, and married a Singaporean over 14 years ago.  We moved to Singapore in 1993, and have three beautiful children.  I'll call them Dancing Queen, a 10-year old girl who loves to dance, Roboboy, an 8-year old boy who loves superheroes and anything remotely "high-tech", and Bubbles, a bouncy, bubbly 4-year old girl who desperately wants to keep up with her siblings in every way possible.

My husband is a pastor, and I work part-time for the church from home, writing courses to help the people in our congregation grow in their spiritual walks.

We spent 2 years in England, while my dh furthered his studies, and moved back to Singapore in 2003, and that's when we began our homeschooling journey.

For those of you who are a bit vague on your geography, Singapore is a tiny (think the size of the city of Chicago) island nation in southeast Asia, 2 or 3 degrees north of the Equator.  Don't worry if you don't know exactly where it is: I had to look it up on a map when I met dh! lol  Basically, the entire country is one big city. 

Most of the population (about 3.5 million people) here (including my dh) are Chinese.  But English is so widely spoken that I've struggled to try to learn Mandarin.  We have a Chinese tutor that comes to our home once a week, and Dancing Queen's Chinese language skills have already far surpassed mine!

I love to read, everything from Jane Austin to mystery novels, and lots of stuff in between!  I also love to write, and I enjoy crafting and baking with my kids.

Between homeschooling, church life, and my writing, I keep pretty busy, but I have never felt more fulfilled in my life.  I know I'm doing just what I'm supposed to be doing, right when and where I'm supposed to be doing it!

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