Everyone has a purpose in life.
Friday, April 29, 2011
|Water on the floor of our Michigan basement|
"I think you have a lot of storms," one of my Korean students commented this week after I told him how I dragged myself out of bed to seek shelter in the basement when the sirens warned of tornado weather.
I considered the snow storms that cancel school and the thunder storms that knock out the electricity, and decided I couldn't argue with his analysis of our weather. Next time we talk, though I can tell him about the rain water that flooded our root cellar until it was deeper than Dad's five-buckle boots. In fact, I had to take a detour Thursday afternoon because the road to town was closed due to flooding near the bridge.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
After the sunrise service and subsequent pancake and sausage breakfast, we girls commenced on our annual trek from the township hall to the church building. It's a two mile hike down country roads bordered by farm fields. Most of the land is farmed by a huge, corporation farm, but there are still phantoms of former forty-acre family farms.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Part of the Passover tradition is that a young child questions the leader about why the Passover is different that other nights and about the meaning of certain symbols. On Saturday, when we celebrated Jesus as our passover lamb, Bethany filled the role of young questioner. In fact, she didn't need the Hagaddah, the order of the Passover. She was naturally full of questions. "Who is that for?" she whispered pointing to the extra glass for Elijah. I told her it was for Elijah and assured her that if she waited just a little longer her questions would be answered. Sure enough, the next question Bethany read from the Haggadah was, "Who is Elijah?"
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Julie's international friends prepared authentic Chinese food for us last Saturday. In a few weeks, after they graduate from college, the three girls will return to China. Before they pack their bags, the girls wanted to fix a meal for Julie. The rest of our family was busy Saturday, but Julie and I and her friends feasted on beef with peppers, shrimp with celery, mushrooms with tofu and eggs with tomatoes, all served with rice.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
|My boring image|
A hot air balloon practically landed in our front yard last week and I failed to capture an interesting image.
A photojournalist friend witnessed the balloon as it floated downtown, and his photo appeared in the newspaper. David Byler spotted the balloon as he was driving near our house and he stopped to take pictures. Naomi was on the scene snapping pictures with her camera.
But I was in the midst of online teaching and could only race to the front porch for a few quick shots. By the time my lessons were complete, thirty minutes later, the ballon was deflated and packed up.
|Naomi's much more interesting shot|
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Take delight in the LORD,
and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Psalm 37.4 NIV
Tuesday I was longing for the Great Lakes and trying to content myself with puddles on our farm. Friday afternoon I found myself on the shores of Lake Michigan for a few moments.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Early this week I washed and vacuumed Ebenezer (see 1 Samuel 7:12), my Mercury Sable. Then Brian painted the price on the windshield and parked the car near the road. By the end of the week we had two different people, cash in their pockets, asking to buy the car. On Friday I gathered all five sets of car keys and signed over the title. Thus far has Ebenezer, with the Lord's help, brought me.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
For the past couple of months, Dad and I have been vehicle shopping. The emphasis is on Dad. I'm not knowledgeable of cars--I don't remember mileage or names of cars or year models. The only characteristic of a vehicle that I can consistently remember is the color.
Dad, on the other hand, pays attention to other details. As an engineer, he is a data collector. Before we decided to look at minivans, he searched online advertisements for Ford Taurus or Mercury Sable cars. He even compiled spreadsheets and created graphs comparing the year of the vehicle and its mileage to the cost.
"I think I might have found a minivan for you," Dad announced a couple of weeks ago. He'd seen a minivan at a shop in town and had stopped to look at it. It was a 2003 Ford Windstar. The tires would need to be replaced, he told me. It had more miles than he would have liked, but it was in good condition and a good deal for the price.
"What color is it?" I asked.
"I knew you were going to ask that!"
Dad had spent half of the drive home trying to remember the color of the minivan. From his description we concluded it was a silver-gray-green.
This week I bought the van. Its official color is "Spruce Green Metallic Clearcoat."