Fall Fungi

Scent-ables

Needed:
old crockpots
mushroom jars (other little jars)
candle wicks
crayons for color
scented oils

Persimon Preserves

Baby Blue Hope

Dryness. stark. crumbling walls. The brown road was empty except for the baby blue car. It stood out in pointed contrast against the drab scenery. The car seemed to have been washed and polished for the occasion and the hood was crowned with a lavish bouquet of flowers. The marriage car for a newly wedded Iraqi couple.

Looking over Phoebe's shoulder at the creamy photo album I listened closely to the young woman's accented English as she recounted the events of her wedding day. There were many pictures of this Middle Eastern beauty in her shimmering wedding gown, and of all her many relatives dressed in their best Iraqi garb.

"Did you know your husband before you married him?" I asked
"No, I met him when he came to ask my family for my hand." She seemed happy and content - married this man for now three years with two little children.

In the space of three years she became a wife to a man she didn't know, set aside her career as a chemical engineer, became a mother of two boys, and entered this strange country of America as a refugee.

I wonder about the shy tired hope in her eyes. Her life journey from the baby blue flower-decked car, and her heart. I wondered about her heart most of all. For much of it is entwined with the other side of the globe - with the family she left. The world is exponentially wider and more unknown, yet I can see the baby blue hope of a new life blossoming again.

Singer on the Sand

Preface: I have decided to do a series of blogs on inspiring books. Some of my favorites as wel as current literature explorations.

Singer on the Sand is (to-date) my all-time favorite mission story. I have read it every few years throughout my life - most recently this past summer to my junior girls at Camp Cherokee.

It begins with this beautiful description of an island sunrise...

"The sun had not yet risen above the hills of Great Sangir, but already the first bright light touched the volcano and tipped it with purple fire. The lower part of the smoking mountain still lay in shadow, and its buttresses ran out into the ocean like the green, mossed-over roots of a giant stump, rotted away to a dull point."

And so begins the day of the arrival of a missionary family to this remote tropical island. This peaceful begining soon churns into an incredible acount of a spiritual battle that climaxes in a volcanic eruption and a massive tidal wave that threatens to destroy the entire village.

This story brings a whole new meaning to Martin Luther's "A might fortress is our God." You will find yourself singing the island translation; "A mighty mountain is our God. A wall that will not falter", and believing with a deeper level of faith then you previously thought possible.

Click here for the first several chapters in the book Singer on the Sand for a more complete prelude. Or look for it in a library near you!

Triathalon

At the beginning of the summer my little brother and I decided to do the triathalon together, and we've talked about it off and on since then.

This sabbath when I went to his concert at GCA I asked "Are you ready for tomorrow?"

"What's tomorrow?" He nonchalantly replied.
I love my Nathan!

Pumped to be racing!

Shaila running Nathan in

Joel running Christy in

1/2 a mile swim, 18 miles mountain biking, and 4 miles of running later....

Proud to be done!
Minnows Gullet - my last minute team - am I the minnow? I forgot to ask how they came up with the name!

Credits:
To: God for the ability to race - and who inspires my heart every step!
To: my family who always cheers me on!
To: brother Nathan - my lifelong buddy!
To: my amazing roommate for all the great tips and borrowed gear!

GCA Sabbath

My sisters adopted siblings

Angelina - the youngest trying not to be photogenic

Nathan / quartet - I love hearing my little brother sing!