I always crawl into bed with socks. However, somewhere during the night…they run away from my feet to the unknown depths of my bed. You see, i grew up sleeping in a twin…and as part of my recent growing up experience…i bought a queen. Yet, i still have twin bed sleeping habits. so those socks that i so strategically place on my feet for warmth are lost in a section of the bed I dedicate for extra pillows, books, computers, and my clothes that are waiting to be put back on the shelves. those socks are only to be found when the time comes to wash the sheets. When I flip back the covers…endless nights of socks are just waiting to be discovered. As i pull back the last sheet i imagine them saying..you found me, you found me.
So today as I was getting ready I put on my grandma’s charm bracelet. I really don’t like wearing it…it kind of hurts and makes a lot of noise. However, I thought it would be nice to wear for a change. I was going to tuck it in my long sleeve if it got too loud.
Later that morning I was sitting in a meeting. There were three of us in the meeting, and it wasn’t my turn so I let my mind wander a little. As it wandered…my eyes drifted down to the bracelet. I thought…it is so cool to be wearing something so full of stories. Each charm was purchased with such speical care. Some are the countries she visited, a picture of a baby, santa clause, angels, swimmers…then my eyes stumbled upon one charm in particular. The charm was in the shape of a country…as i looked closer i found it was Haiti. I gasped a little.
Not sure why…but I thought. I wonder if God wants me to pray for that distress country. My dad actually gets to go this next week…with a team of doctors, I am desperately trying to persuade him to put me on the team.
Later I went and asked him about the charm…it was his mom’s…and she told me that she bought it on a church trip to Haiti. In fact, that was the first country my dad ever visited as a teenager. It was interesting to me. My dad now gets to travel to new countries for a job…I wonder if it was on that first trip, that he decided he wanted to travel for the rest of his life. Or that he would be going with a group of doctors to provide relief for the people.
I like the way life is like that…i’m not sure the word to even describe it. It kind of turns around in these little circles, and everything begins to make sense..like reasoning and such.
One of the things about staying with the hoffman’s is that they always have interesting people visiting with them. My trip there last weekend was no exception. After a full day of wedding festivities, I went back home. Spring announced that we were going to make brownies because the ambassador of Algeria was going to come back to house to stay the night. I was like…what?!
They came back…not wanting brownies…and we all settled in the family room. I’m sitting there, not even talking, thinking…this is so amazing. I’m sitting casually with an ambassador, hearing about his country and watching him play on his iphone. It was so funny. I only piped in a few times…I don’t know much about Algeria, so better to listen.
Conversing with an Ambassador was pretty cool…however, I was more amazed by the woman who connected him with the hoffman’s. Her name was Janet and she was a pastor’s wife from the great state of Wisconsin. Over the past years Janet had been working with a government program. You see, there are generations of refugees living in camps in the middle of the deserts of Algeria (click on link below for an article). During the summer, grade school children can travel to the US and Europe to stay with families. Janet caught on to this and over the years as brought children over to stay with families from her community. At times, she had almost 45 children in her town.
She told story after story of her interactions with the children. She spoke of these children’s fearlessness, something living in the refugee camps taught them. We laughed/gasped when she recalled one of the children taking the riding lawn more down the street, hitting an important person’s car. We snickered as she told us of bull headed little girl who decided she wanted to go home, donned her backpack and started walking.
Over the years, Janet has gone to visit her children in Algeria. She has created and developed relationships with the people of the community and found favor. Her actions have allowed for doors to swing wide open. God is rewarding her consistency and love for the people. Much of it is still in the works…but I am excited to see what will happen.
I didn’t really get to spend all the time I wanted with Janet; but I liked her. She was one of the most quiet people I have ever met; yet she there was something strong about her. She was tough, yet soft. I admired her. I can’t wait for the rest of the story to be played out.
…that the best conversations happen in cars and my thoughts are most clear in that “i’m almost asleep” moment. I guess both times, I have stopped moving long enough to process. I am also way less distracted by what is going on around me. Hmm.
i just read this...and then tried to picture it in my head
he stretches out the heavens like a canopy and spreads them out like a tent to live in.
a tent…i picture one made completely of sheets. i think these sheets would be brilliant, full of twinkle lights. the tent would have to be large..bleh. i can’t even try to picture this…nevermind. I will just enjoy the anticipation of the tent like canopy i will one day see. looking forward to it.
I am currently sitting in the Atlanta airport. It’s a rather large airport. Sometimes i don’t like large airports, especially when running late. However, as I sit here my mind us changing. Ina large, busy airport there is so much life. People darting, employees working, people alone, families fighting. There is noise and emotion. Army men and religious people dressed to the nines in there religious garb. It brings all sorts if people together. Each with their different story and life. I like large airports…I choose big over small.
I went to a wedding today. I have been to a few weddings in my days here on earth. Most of the time they are typical…the ceremony is hmmee…the food is bad..but the dancing is hooray. However, the wedding I attended today did not fit that typical wedding mold.
I got to spend the entire morning with the bridal party. Watching everyone get ready..sending out compliments where needed and generally just taking in the moments. The last few moments before finding my seat were spent in contemplative prayer for the blushing bride. There were tears and wise words said.
I sat down and watched and began to engage in the elements of the ceremony. As it began to unfold I was pleasantly surprised. No shoes were worn…the bridal party didn’t walk down in straight lines…there wansn’t a boy and girl side…we sang jesus songs together…hands were lifted in praise…they washed feet…music selection was meaningful, yet updated…the pastor was engaging…and it was sooo wonderful.
The rest of the wedding was wonderful..especially because I was able to catch up with old friends..however, nothing compared to the heart-felt, personalized ceremony I witnessed.
It was unique. I liked it.
the the beautiful bride and groom. may we witness the lord shake his kingdom as you serve him.
So I am reading this book that is so interesting. It is about a lady who wanted to understand specific things in the Bible. I mean not just understand them in her head, but she truly wanted to experience things in the bible. Now, since we don’t have time machines…she ran into a little bit of a problem.
Instead of traveling back into Jesus’ time, she found certain ways she could relieve so called bible metaphors in this current period of time. She choose to study a few things more specifically…shepherding, overflowing honey, farmers, and a vineyard.
I have only made it through two of the four stops…farmers and shepherds. This lady is brilliant. During her life she owned a B&B in Alaska. She is now tracking down experts she has met at her B&B, so that she may experience things described in the Bible. Sometimes she has only met the person once, other times it is a friend of a friends. She comes prepared with questions and wonderful insights to the Bible (she knows her stuff). She just spends time with expert and peppers them with questions about their trade and its relation to the bible.
The shepherdess she encounters was so interesting. The parallels and truths learned are priceless. The book gives me a refreshing view on a topic I would never really take the time to think about. I don’t want to give it away…but its awesome. I now really, really appreciate the thought of Jesus being the Good Shepherd.
I have to warn you…someone told me it was kind of a chick book. So all you guys out there, read it anyways…but know she writes like a girl.
hey guys. great news. i am going to travel most of june. journeying to costa rica for 7 days. where i will play at the beach and work on my tan. hopefully catching up on all the books I wished i read during the year. i will then arrive home for a few days and then jet set to Jerusalem. I will just talk to people and see the sights. enjoying every historical fact learned and conversation had. I will eat lots of yummy food…which will mess up my digestive system…but who cares. After a week of middle eastern fabulousness…I will get another week in bethlehem. working with beautiful palestinian babies and college students. i can’t wait for the madness.