And so this is Christmas… This morning I woke up, put on my new sweater robe that feels like cashmere and cost like cotton, and went straight to the window to see how much snow we got overnight. Here’s how much: none. But that’s ok. Then as we one by one got out of bed, fixed our cup of coffee or hot chocolate and found our way to the living room, we got ready to...
I finished my last blog entry shortly before going to bed on the Friday night before the Saturday training. I had reported that I felt totally acclimated to the Indian time zone, and then only got 3 hours of sleep. I am not an operates-well-on-little-sleep kind of girl, but I was wide awake so I decided to get up, get coffee, and get the day started at 3:30 am. Through this blog, I don’t keep secrets...
I’m sitting in the DFW terminal waiting to board the plane for the first leg of this journey. I arrived three hours early! The miracles have begun. I started this morning, with quiet time with the Lord, whom I love, whom I need to hear from today as we go out on this adventure. Then I got ready and had pizza for breakfast. Pizza for breakfast always feels a little bit adventurous to me because...
It begins today. I’m going to begin sharing this India journey with you. Two weeks from today I will do my own proverbial version of jumping off the cliff, sky diving, trusting. It’s funny how I thought moving to Fort Worth would be my big leap in life. But, He keeps taking my breath away with new and further leaps. I’m so uninformed of the agenda! The more I try to figure the agenda out,...
I had a couple of specific prayers on a recent Sunday morning: “Please Lord, don’t let me be awkward, and don’t let me be late.” Both tall orders. The good news is I wasn’t late. Here is another direct quote from my journal that morning before going to meet my coworker and his wife who had invited me to church with them: “Please, please don’t let today be a day where I experience exactly what I pray not...
In lieu of 1000 words. But, I have a few words. That is a picture of Hwy 60 between Ponca City and Pawhuska. Those are sun rays beaming down on the road most travelled in my lifetime, but rarely travelled anymore. My mom recently took this picture. She was on a stretch where she could pass cars, but thankfully there were no cars to pass, as she may have crossed more than one line trying to take this with her phone...
So, Monday morning I woke up at 4:50am thinking of India. Let's go ahead and call it stressing about India. Not a full on panic about India, but certainly stress inducing thoughts like... "I don't even know how to go to India." "I don't know why I am the one going to India." "Have I been wrong about going to India? I'm not feeling peace?" "Why do I have to go to India alone? Are...
On Saturday I went to prison. It was the kind of prison with razor wire and fences and armed guards and I’m going to tell you about it. It wasn’t like going to the beach, or to the museum, or home. Prison is another place I’ve always never wanted to go. But, I had opportunity to be a part of the small team allowed to go with the founder of the ministry I work for...
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For my nieces’ graduation gifts, (Jordan from High School, and Kaitlyn (Birdie) from Jr. High), I asked my brother and sister-in-law if it would be ok to buy them train tickets to come visit me in Texas. The train is a straight shot, Jordan is 18, Birdie is 15, and I’m a grown-up, so Chris and Leigh thought it would work and be fun for the girls to get to do that on their own....
I recently mentioned in a previous blog the time that I was the first one to dive off the high dive, and then never willing to do it again. I was probably in the 2nd or 3rd grade when I was enrolled in swimming lessons with my babysitter’s kids. The lessons were at Wentz Pool. (If you aren’t from Ponca, it’s an interesting google.) We’d learned to dog paddle. Learned to float. Learned to jump...
