Saturday, October 09, 2010
The last time I went to Peru in the summerof 2008, there were about a dozen people waiting for me at the airport. Many had arrived around midnight and made a little party of my arrival -which was not until 4:30 am, and then I was at least an hour and a half in customs. It was a very joyful reunion.
When I had to leave after 2 months, it was so painfully hard to say good-bye. We'd shared so many experiences. The parting was made even more painful when, some months later, I learned that it would be considerably longer than I had anticipated before I could return. I held a brief hope earlier this year that perhaps I coud return in June - but no. And then recently I anticipated returning NEXT summer. But already now there is some question. Of course, anything can happen. Funds can pour in at the last minute. Most of them ARE in for the round trip to Lima - I'm just shy about $335 if I bought the tickets TODAY. Of course the price goes up every day that passes. And I could feasibly use this week's pay to cover the gap...but for one little thing...DH needs insulin. About $400 or so for a month's supply. My pastor said he could give a check to me from the Peru mission fund (the money already raised) to use at my discretion but with his exhortational comment (and I always take what he says to heart) that the care of my husband and the finances was of more immediate concern than other wants and desires. So...I told him to hold the money - it is designated for the next Peru mission and I will not apply it to any other thing. And I will pay for DH's meds. But my heart was breaking. As I was mowing the lawn and communing with the Lord about the matter, He reminded me that I had been praying about His changing my attitudes. And part of being Christlike is dying so others can live. SIGH. So I am putting to death my hopes of sooner return so my DH can live. My grievance is that his living is mostly eating, sleeping, and watching tv...but as I ask the Lord why He lets him live, the answer comes - so that I may learn to die. Trouble with being a living sacrifice, it is often painful! Still, I am reminded of Twila Paris's song, "A Heart That Knows You." I was disappointed that Youtube only has the Karaoke version, but it can still give you an idea.
Here are some of the lyrics...
"Thought I knew so much, but I've got so much to learn;
Got so far to go, so much left to burn
Thought I knew you well, But I struggle in your hands
Here again you bring the truth before me
Freedom only comes when I let go, this I know
And a heart that knows you is a HEART THAT CAN WAIT and DIE TO THE DEAREST DESIRE
and a heart that knows you is a heart tht can still celebrate following love through the fire...
...still there is the pain before the glory
and it is your will I must embrace - Oh for grace!...
It may be for my sake, just to help me grow.
Maybe for your kingdom, Lord, I don't need to know..."
John 15:12-13 says "This is My commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends." And
1 John 3:16 says "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers." So, this is another lesson I am learning.
Saturday, September 04, 2010
I've put some photos of my ceramic animals in my gallery, as well as some of myself MAKING them...included are some close-ups of what I call my Teeny Tiny T'ings, with a penny to show the scale. They are INDEED "teeny tiny." I try to see how small I can make a thing and still have it look like what it is. Sometimes these itsy bitsies make all the difference in the success of an art show. I have collectors who come to me with their children saying, "When I was little I bought these from you - now I'm bringing my daughter to collect them!" I have been makinganimals from clay since I was 2, starting with plasticene and "graduating" to the fired clay in my teens. I had a road-side stand where I sold my "Ceramic Critters and Stuff" that accumulated from sculpture and ceramics classes while in my teens...then I started selling at local art and craft shows, often winning awards, included the coveted Merit Award at the Clothesline Arts Festival in Rochester, NY, in which I have participated every year since 1977.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I got together with 3 friends from high school days - Carol (from Spencerport, like me), Sue and Vikki (from Hilton) - and the four of us went camping at Letchworth State Park. It was drizzly and rainy the first two days of course, and the sun came out as we broke camp. But still, we were pretty hardy for being in our 50's. I managed some good hiking before my feet and joints complained too much (Sue had aceteminophen, Vikki had ibuprofen, so I was set!) It brought back memories, as the park was where my family had picnicked many a Memorial Day. My friends hadn't seen what were my family's two favorite spots - Wolf Creek and Inspiration Point. Carol hoped to see a bear - I was glad we did not! But we did see plenty of chipmunks and deer. I've posted photos from the campout in my gallery.
I met a kindred spirit who has an outreach called The Bridge/ El Puente in the village of Mount Morris. And Sue won every Scrabble game we played in the dark by flashlight and battery-operated lantern.
Sue doesn't hesitate to use a dictionary.
I'm thinking, "I hope she doesn't take my spot!"
By the look on her face, I think Carol's spot was taken.
Vikki tries to figure out what she can do. "You say 'ZA' is a word?"
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