Tuesday, July 28, 2015
What a joy and treasure it was to attend the Memorial Service for Elisabeth Elliot, whose words shaped the life of so many including mine and my mothers. And to listen to Joni Erickson Tada and hug her? Might have been the highlight of my (life?? too dramatic...) year, summer, etc.
Today was one of those come down days. Unpacking. But gearing up for the big Return to China pack. Hot and a little humid and yard work, and missing that lake weather and all it's eye candy.
I tackled a bunch of sewing projects, and not being a real accomplished seamstress, that was a dicey move that had a few casualties. But I have big hopes set on my old Dutch machine waiting for me back at home. Home... feeling restless and anxious, sad and frustrated, and thus overall confused, but also reminiscent that this is pretty much what I always feel like that last week in the States. And so today was a quiet day for the camera and my 365 project, except for thsi prehistoric hosta in my parents yard that seemed to say, "I've been growing here a long time and I'll be here when you get back." What a sap.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
| big |
...and the baddest lookin size of a bass anyone has caught here, at the hands of this young man. He was proud and shy and i was too late to get the fish and the boy together.
| fireside |
...on this blustery day, where even the texture of birch logs stacked merrily together amidst pinecones strewn like candy delights me. All of nature is the best art.
| killing me softly |
... with all the good stuff of berries on berries and such...
| reminders |
...less than two weeks left in the country and I can get a little fearful thinking about heading back into the fray...the pollution and pace of our work and the limitations. I often feel this way before we go back and it's always a bit of a battle. I don't feel ready.
But last night as I started reading an old favorite, The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom, the wise words of her father came to me like they were straight from God.
"When you and I go to Amsterdam-- when do I give you your ticket?
"Why, just before I get on the train."
"Exactly. And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things too. Don't run out ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes... you will look into your heart and find the strength you need just in time."
He was talking about more weighty things like death and she was in the context of circumstances like a nazi concentration camp, which pales my life to a small pebble of problems. But her God is my God and He is working here just the same.
| flower crown |
...but she said this one smelled like bird throw up and then promptly threw it on the ground and ran off to shoot with the boys.
| the master artist |
The God of gods-- speaks out, shouts "Earth!"
welcomes the sun in the east
farewells the disappearing sun in the west.
Psalm 50 (MSG)
| present |
...for all that an image desires to show, to speak there is a reality that no picture can capture. So often as a lover of light, I am struck by how luminous a moment is, the sky in a wash of wonder, and no image can tell of it fully. And this luminous wonder is the presence of Glory, and that cannot be caged or entombed. And I would rather have the glory than a thousand perfect pictures.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
One of our favorite spots to visit in this small little farming community is an old homestead museum, complete with original farmhouse, barn, hospital, general store, schoolhouse, and an old train. It's full of all sorts of interesting history, and pulls at my heart strings for quilts and window light and wood floors and antiques not a little.