Dear Ones, Far and … well, mostly Far, actually…

Firstly, to all of you who have faithfully sent us letters and updates and photos, year after year, we are deeply thankful for your kindness in continuing to keep us on your mailing lists, despite the dearth of such communiqués from our domicile.  This year, we’re hoping to start a new tradition – the CD card!  We hope you will have some fun clicking around and seeing some of our southwest scenery, as well as more photos than you can possibly use of what we loving refer to as “The Goof Troupe.” 

For a “brief” rundown of the years events, see below.  (If these sorts of things bore you to tears, skip ahead and just start clicking on the photo links!)

First of all, we began the year with an unusually high level of anticipation as to what in the world God had in store, when Paul’s work at Xyterra came to an abrupt halt and he experienced two weeks of unexpected vacation while awaiting a new job.  (I suspect God designed this vacation for the precise purpose of allowing all the trees in our front yard to receive a four-year-overdue trim!)  As He so frequently does, the Lord provided above and beyond all we could ask or think in guiding Paul to a nearly immediate position at General Dynamics, where he was given the mixed blessing of a position as Software Architect.   Now, you may well ask “What, pray, was mixed about the blessing of such a grand and exalted title as Software Architect?”  Indeed.  Well, of course it was a blessing in that it involved a promotion and the assignment of 7 engineers who reported to him.  And yet, a MIXED blessing in that, he was assigned a group of 7 engineers, and thus began the inexorable descent into the mire of middle management… Happily, however, the experiences of this year have brought to him a newfound keenness of insight into his strengths and goals, leading him to the conclusion that the management ladder is not one which he plans to climb; although at the moment he is blessedly stuck there, and thus God continues to provide lessons in patience and perseverance. 

Another momentous event in our household this year was the arrival of my brother, Jeff, in Glendale .  Jeff had been looking for work for many months in the Fargo/Moorhead area, and with no leads on the horizon, decided it couldn’t hurt to look in a slightly larger market, so we said “Come on down!!  The desert’s fine!” and down he came.  Once again, the Lord provided in so many ways, with a job and an old beater truck (named Roy); but most interestingly of all, Cranmer Seminary of the Reformed Episcopal Church decided to begin a satellite seminary here in Phoenix this year, and Jeff began taking seminary courses in September!  What with full time work and all but one evening a week taken up with seminary classes or study groups, we don’t see much of the new member of the household, but we’re so thankful for him and God’s provision, and eagerly await the continued unfolding of God’s plan for his life!

While the addition of a brother/in-law/uncle to the household is, as I said, momentous, nothing can compare with the rapture, the ecstasy, the – dare I say – transport! – of the family’s acquisition, right before the worst of the summer heat, of a 1973 Chevy Suburban – WITH AIR CONDITIONING!!!! Having waited four Arizona summers for a vehicle with air conditioning, nothing – not the ripped upholstery, nor lack of running boards, nor the rattling doors, nor the cargo door with a missing push button, into which a screwdriver must be inserted JUST RIGHT in order to open the latch, nor the slanted passenger seat into which I consistently find myself, as it were, “sliding up a mountain sideways on my bum!” – and certainly not the color of the vehicle, which has inspired the pernicious nickname of “Puke” – can dampen my enthusiasm and gratitude for this profound blessing.

Those of you who have been graced over the years with Paul’s laugh-a-minute engine re-build updates know that as soon as it was cool enough to warrant switching back to Dan the Van, Paul side-lined Puke and began ripping out its entrails.  (That’s really far more graphic than what I usually say to Jacob, who believes that Puke is simply “taking a nap.”)  Paul could, of course, give you minutiae ad nauseum on the engine rebuild process (and probably already has if you are on his “Puke Update” list) – but the point of primary significance for me is that, due to my clamorous henpecking, Puke will emerge from the rusty heap of twisted metal as a Phoenix reborn – with a Crower Racing Cam to give me some serious get-up-and-go!  I love my honey!!!  He’s so sweet to give me what I want!  (Now if only we could paint it sunshine yellow…)

Our most recent challenges have come in the way of home maintenance expenses – who doesn’t have those?  We replaced the Goettle central air and heating unit this summer, and will have the roofers here to put on a beautiful new roof (and repair indoor ceiling damage) after the new year.  With what remains of the roof loan we hope to replace the worst of our REALLY badly stained carpets with something a little more durable and a lot more attractive – so our next year’s update letter will probably begin with all our contracting horror stories!!  I’ll bet you can’t wait!!  (We’ll have to include before-and-after photos on the 2003 CD.)

On a more serious note, this year marked the final victory lap for Paul’s Grandma Annie Heidmann: a dear saint and a prayer warrior, a remarkable woman whose 95-year legacy of faithfulness is being passed on from generation to generation.  May we run the race as faithfully as she!

This Fall, our family began worshipping at, and we are now members of Westfork Church, a small, inner city church in a neighborhood where there is much work to be done.  With a monthly food drive that serves as many as 120 families, a weeknight tutoring program for kids, Wednesday night classes with meals served for the neighborhood youth, and a discipleship house where men in need can live and receive training, companionship and accountability, there are many opportunities for service.  We are thankful for the Lord’s leading in bringing us to this fellowship, and pray that He may use us there in the work of the Kingdom.

Well, I’ve talked about all kinds of things but not much about the children and myself.  Laurent will be 8 by the time you get this, and delights in reading great literature, painting in watercolors, singing, and will begin piano lessons with Koos, the church pianist, after the new year.  Megan is 6-and-a-half, and has a fertile imagination, enjoys drawing and reading – but LOVES biking and climbing trees!  Geneva is 4-and-a-half, and rarely wears anything besides dresses, loves singing, playing dress-up and all manner of role-play, and is a great partner-in-crime for Jacob, my astonishingly boyish boy, who will be 3 by the time this arrives.  We continue to explore new vistas in our home schooling, enjoying star parties in the desert with our telescope, yard parties with the neighborhood kids looking through the microscope at things like bugs and rocks and fingernails and I don’t even want to think what else (science is Paul’s forte and I happily stand aside and let him teach it, as he does so well!!); Geneva is beginning phonics and reading Bob books, so I try to work with her some each day, though it gets just a tad crazy when at any given moment I might find myself attempting to complete a phonics lesson, supervising two different math assignments, yelling at the dogs to take their infernal racket outside (did I mention the puppy?  I didn’t!  We did it.  We took the plunge.  We finally got my dream-come-true – a Boxer puppy!!!!!  Her name is Sissy Jupe, after the character in “Hard Times” by Charles Dickens (Laurent’s idea) – and you know what?  She is every bit as excitable and thwump-on-your-chest-and-lick-your-face-off lovable as I dreamed; every bit as rip the carpet and chew up the pencils and piddle in the hallway destructive; every bit as cuddly and curious and playful; although I must admit the volume of her snoring and the odiferous emanations from her posterior have exceeded my expectations considerably, particularly at the tender age of only 4-1/2 months…) and, where was I? Oh yes – and the parakeets (Belladonna and Luthien) chirruping madly, while I watch, at first intrigued, and then – too late – comprehending, as Jacob pushes a dining room chair to the edge of the step down into the sunken living room, climbs up and, with plastic sword in hand, LEAPS out into the living room floor, yelling “NOT THE BEARD!!!” or some other line from the movie “Fellowship of the Ring” … yes, this is my life.  And despite the fourteen baskets of dirty laundry that tend to invariably pile up whilst I’m about this “other stuff,” despite less sleep than I could use, despite the occasional wistful thought of more “me time” - I love it, and wouldn’t change it for the world.  (Ok, I just MIGHT hire a laundry service, had I the extra cash…)

Thus endeth the first-of-the-decade update letter (see why it’s so long??) J  Thank you for reading the whole thing – you really didn’t have to!!  It’s clearly evidence of your excellent literary sensibilities! J

From our family to yours, we hope your Christmas was joyful, and wish you a blessed 2003!!

Much Love,

Annette and Paul, Laurent, Megan, Geneva , Jacob, Brandy, Sissy-Jupe, Belladonna and Luthien.