The kids' school reports

We are thankful, proud, humbled, reassured, overwhelmed. Thankful to all those who took our kids to their hearts and did so much to help them settle, especially prayed. Thankful to God.

Gwilym's report was awestruck. The teacher is impressed by his progress in French. His geography is good, as is his science and maths. And of course, in English he got 89.5/90.

Catrin, too. Here's her teacher's comment:

Despite the language barrier, Catrin has progressed enormously in the class. An hour of support (from the headmistress) each morning has allowed her to integrate into the group of children in the class and at last to communicate, to play, to participate. Some gaps remain, certainly, in French, (I know the feeling!) but Catrin has the motivation and will make the effort necessary to fill them. After explaining the instructions (I don't think her teacher speaks English), her level in Maths is completely satisfactory.

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Anonymous said…
I'm so pleased for Gwilym and Catrin. Give them both my cogratulations. And a reassuring pat for the parents. See, God does work things out for our good! He's not just orchestrating the 'bad times', causing us pain for our ultimate good, but He encourages us too, bringing us joy. If we can find our joy in Him though, rather than in His gifts, it will be a more enduring and deeper joy. The gift of children certainly does bring joy and we share in that with you. They are lovely.
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