Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house? Isaiah 58:7
I am not quite sure how it all begun. Of course I remember the conversation under the olive trees that produced a slightly terrified because of our loud tromping but very gutsy German girl. Which begat another German. And yet another. And then the Ukraine. But this little hobby of ours is genetic, just like cleft chins and dimples in the shoulders. Something we inherited from both sides of the family, just like the silver candlesticks.
This morning we got up at 1:50 a.m. and took Igor to the bus shuttle. Alan hefted the two really-they-must-weigh-more-
And that Igor packed away more than a few memories and Tucson High swim team shirts and a nice transcript to make his momma proud. There were Grandma’s molasses cookies of course. A loving note and a little lunch money from Mary Anne. And Wali brought by a camouflaged cap and Pollo Feliz. Dustin rocked Heather on his lap as they both came over to say good-bye. A trip to the Grand Canyon and back and a blessing from Jack. I squeezed in two weird science fiction books and a letter of recommendation and zipped up the bag and off he goes.
I cannot pretend that we have been steadfast to the call on our life, Alan and I. The fast He has chosen. There are detours. And stuff.
But He is faithful when we are not. He has been our continuous guide and satisfied our desires in scorched places and everyone knows we have the very most well-watered garden of all. And more love zipped in my heart than even Igor’s bursting bag could hold.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry, and He will say, ‘Here I am.’
I am not quite sure how it all begun. Of course I remember the conversation under the olive trees that produced a slightly terrified because of our loud tromping but very gutsy German girl. Which begat another German. And yet another. And then the Ukraine. But this little hobby of ours is genetic, just like cleft chins and dimples in the shoulders. Something we inherited from both sides of the family, just like the silver candlesticks.
This morning we got up at 1:50 a.m. and took Igor to the bus shuttle. Alan hefted the two really-they-must-weigh-more-
And that Igor packed away more than a few memories and Tucson High swim team shirts and a nice transcript to make his momma proud. There were Grandma’s molasses cookies of course. A loving note and a little lunch money from Mary Anne. And Wali brought by a camouflaged cap and Pollo Feliz. Dustin rocked Heather on his lap as they both came over to say good-bye. A trip to the Grand Canyon and back and a blessing from Jack. I squeezed in two weird science fiction books and a letter of recommendation and zipped up the bag and off he goes.
I cannot pretend that we have been steadfast to the call on our life, Alan and I. The fast He has chosen. There are detours. And stuff.
But He is faithful when we are not. He has been our continuous guide and satisfied our desires in scorched places and everyone knows we have the very most well-watered garden of all. And more love zipped in my heart than even Igor’s bursting bag could hold.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry, and He will say, ‘Here I am.’
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