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Camper or Motel?

Wed, 07 Jun 2023 07:00:00 -0400

Image by Dim Hou from Pixabay.

Recently, instead of camping, my husband suggested a motel.

I was stunned speechless … but that never lasts long. “Sure!”

Afterward, I pondered: Did I prefer our pop-up? Or the motel?

Setting up campers takes time, but provides exercise. Motels offer fitness rooms, but did we go there? Well … nobody else did, either.

Image by Dorothée Quennesson by from Pixabay.

Neither a motel’s walls nor our pop-up’s canvas filter out arguments next door. But as a fellow pop-up owner said, canvas walls provide little nighttime reassurance when, within inches of your pillow, something outside licks its chops.

Speaking of wildlife, our family never encountered a raccoon-skunk war in a motel as we did at one campsite. Once, though, in a Florida motel, a Volkswagen Beetle-sized roach zoomed across our room.

Then there’s the I-can’t-find-a-thing-in-this-place dilemma, common to both motel rooms and campers. Motel light switches save electricity (and company money) because no one can find them. But camping takes the marital game of Twenty Questions (“Where’s my billfold?”) to record levels.

Both motels and campgrounds feature mysterious showers — also designed to save money, as victims — er, guests — must decipher codes to obtain hot water. Or, in the case of campgrounds, to receive water, period.

Hikes to campground restrooms, however, trump any motel inconveniences — though stargazers claim nothing beats views at 2 a.m.

In the past, motels won the prize for cleanliness. However, because of recent worker shortages, no one cleans up after us but us. Sad.

Bottom line: Comparison of pop-up and motel rooms rests on expectations. Sleepers on a camper’s table gripe about aches and pains, but they expected inconvenience. If forced to sleep on a motel’s table, though, I’d gripe about more than a few twinges.

Image by Angelic Cooke from Pixabay.

Especially pain in my pocketbook. According to Smith Travel Research, a hospitality analytics firm, a hotel room’s average cost has climbed to $149.90 per night. A state park’s campsite costs $15-40. Cheaper, right?

Sure, if we omit costs of the pop-up and truck to pull it. And the awning and canvas walls we replaced.

Ultimately, is our pop-up worth it?

Image by Joe Plenio from Pixabay.

Yes. In the woods, air is fresh as if God just created it, whereas in a motel, I cannot open windows. Camping banishes clocks with their coulda-woulda-shoulda tyranny. Plus, motel personnel might not appreciate my firebug husband building a campfire in our room.

I love camping in our pop-up.

However, if Hubby wants to book a nice motel again — especially in January — I’m game.

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Which do you prefer, a camper or motel room?

OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Geriatric Gratitude

Mon, 05 Jun 2023 02:00:00 -0400

Lord, thank You this last heat wave has subsided. It reminded me of 90-degree weather I, nine months pregnant, suffered before our second child’s birth — without air-conditioning, but with a toddler who daily needed up-close-and-personal supervision while climbing a jungle gym. OMG, Thank You that I’m old.

With air-conditioning.

Popcorn and Cake for Supper

Wed, 31 May 2023 08:49:27 -0400

Image by Alexa from Pixabay.

I’d thawed meat for supper and pondered side dish possibilities. Salad. If I felt ambitious (and dangerous), fried potatoes.

I didn’t feel ambitious. I didn’t want to cook. Period.

The past 48 years, I’ve faced cooking 17,500+ evening meals. Lord knows, I’ve wanted to skip dinner preparation. But like women past and present, I champion good nutrition. Eating out blows the budget. I also want to set a good example.

If women were honest, though, they ultimately cook because they don’t want their kids to give kindergarten teachers the scoop about questionable meals … or see pictures they drew of a Cheerios-and-Cheetos^® supper on display at Parents’ Night.

However, Hubby and I, empty nesters, no longer tremble before kindergarten teachers. We don’t have to be good examples. We put our feet on the furniture. We sometimes skip vegetables.

After this tough week, survival deserves an escape.

Image by Nuno Lopes from Pixabay.

Hubby doesn’t know we’re leaving. He figures it out, though, when I hand him a suitcase.

“We’re going to Paris.”

“I know it’s been rough,” he says, “but how about a movie, instead?”

Any outing, anywhere — short of North Korea — works for me.

Image by Lilly Cantabile from Pixabay.

“Supper.” I offer him cake smothered in ice cream. “I ate the other half.”

“I’ll eat quick—”

“Eat it on the road.” I offer to drive.

Hubby’s mother would never have permitted this. Throw a bowl of cholesterol at a husband and drive him to an expensive movie? She’d rather have driven a getaway car to a bank robbery.

But Hubby gets me. Taking Highway 22 through Gas City doesn’t equal jetting to Paris, but it’s enough.

Image by Kerstin Riemer from Pixabay.

Fellow adventurers huddle in the nearly empty theater. Everyday moviegoers? Maybe they’re spies, exchanging secret information while animated nachos and Goobers^® high-kick on the screen.

We didn’t go to Paris, so I have to create excitement, right?

As the movie begins, I put my feet on the rail and laugh out loud at funny parts. We devour exorbitant butter-marinated popcorn and drink buckets of Coke^®.

Image by John Hain from Pixabay.

We cheer crazies who do life different.

Though movie characters never take five restroom breaks during their rowdy scenes. Nor do they lie awake with heartburn afterward, feeling fat and stuffed as their pillows.

But do they have more fun than we did on this cake-and-popcorn-for-supper night?

Never.

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: What’s your escape plan after a tough week?

OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Thanks for All You Gave

Tue, 30 May 2023 09:47:42 -0400

O Lord, because of what these soldiers and their families sacrificed, my family and I can celebrate our freedom without fear. OMG, may we ever be grateful.

Image by Keturah Moller from Pixabay.

Help for Gardening Addicts

Wed, 24 May 2023 09:24:35 -0400

Image by Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

Gardening addicts. Never leave them alone at a garden center or nursery, where obliging, devious personnel help them take out a second mortgage to buy the last bougainvillea. This, though the tropical lovelies prefer Argentina over Indiana.

Younger junkies fall victim to buying binges after watching HGTV. However, gardening addiction does its worst damage in women of a certain age.

They should know better than to trust this mad urge to nurture. Most spent decades caring for little humans. They’ve repressed memories of endless feedings — and the waterings with which baby sprouts responded. These women dealt daily with mountains of fertilizer. Eventually wising up, they limited the number of nurturees they’d cultivate.

However, spring gardening regenerates the madness. While spouses are playing golf, the women load up with 35 flats of annuals, 37 bags of potting soil and barrels of pansies, adding just one more hanging basket here. Another there. How can they ignore wilted tomato seedlings? With their TLC, the weaklings will flourish.

Addicts.

Image by Marin from Pixabay.

With symptoms listed below, I hope to alert family and friends of this malady.

Signs of Gardening Addiction

Early Level

Switching from a regular cart to one the size of a brontosaurus.
Bragging to strangers about how many green beans she grew last year.
Fibbing about extra trips to garden centers.
Claiming kids/grandkids are responsible for dirt in the car.

Second Level

Bragging to strangers about how many zucchinis they forced on friends last year.
Buying seeds by the pound on the Internet.
Claiming proud ownership of 234 flowerpots stacked in the garage.
Delighting in the $1,000 tiller her husband gave her for their anniversary.

Okay, so I filled the brontosaurus-sized cart. If Hubby hadn’t been present, I might have filled five.

Third Level

Hijacking a brontosaurus cart at gunpoint.
Shoplifting bags of manure.
Buying seeds by the barrel.
Claiming proud ownership of 9,781 flowerpots stacked in the garage.
Organizing neighborhood kids for a dandelion-blowing party at a rival’s gardens.

Final Level

Image by Opal RT from Pixabay.

Buying an authentic Sweet Juliet Rose. The original plant sold for $15.8 million.

I am proud to inform readers, as well as my spouse, that today, I didn’t brag to a single stranger about green beans or zucchini. I bypassed needy tomato seedlings. I kept my regular cart and made a single purchase.

“Only one?” Hubby blinks in disbelief.

“Only one,” I assure him.

“A rosebush.”

These plants just had to go home with me. Who could resist?

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Are you a gardening addict?

Classic Post: Cleaning Confrontation

Wed, 17 May 2023 09:19:25 -0400

This post first appeared on August 12, 2020.

Who wants to clean out a refrigerator and chest freezer?

Blown light bulbs conveniently have kept me in the dark about their sad state. I grabbed food, slamming doors before tentacles could yank me inside.

But the garden soon will produce, I can’t feed my veggies to whatever life forms lurk there.

Confrontation time.

I need hot water and rubber gloves. Body armor. Samurai sword. Hey, past-expiration-by-a-decade cottage cheese grows testy when evicted.

Hubby’s grandma sewed this apron that gives me courage to clean out our refrigerator and freezer.

I cover body armor with an apron. This secret weapon of all women in 1950s TV sitcoms empowered June Cleaver to do housework while wearing high heels and pearls. It will grant me added protection.

Besides, Hubby’s grandma sewed this apron. She fought a fierce, lifelong war against dirt and germs. Her spirit urges me to be strong.

Hubby’s grandma waged war against grime.

Grabbing my sword, I crack the fridge’s door.

Nothing.

I throw it open.

Ack! Lavender salad dressing. Pudding that resembles petri dishes. Mashed potatoes that give a whole new meaning to “green vegetable.”

Did something just . . . move?

Slamming it shut, I venture into the garage, where the freezer resides. I open it. No tentacles.

I summon Golden Oldies to inspire me.

“Mission Impossible”?

So much for inspiration.

My Cold War almost morphs into peaceful coexistence when the song changes to “One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying, Purple People Eater.” Will Hubby find nothing left but my eyeglasses and defrosted food?

Thankfully, the Star Wars theme erupts. Retying my mighty apron, I plunge into the freezer’s alternative universe. Amorphous packages, their age detectable only by carbon dating, evoke questions:

Why did I shred four dozen bags of zucchini? Hubby hates zucchini bread, and I probably shouldn’t eat 50 pounds.

Did this tuna casserole preexist with God in the beginning?

Do holiday turkeys grow exponential sets of giblets?

Moving to “You’re No Good,” I toss out piles of mystery food. I use endless elbow “Grease,” then graduate to “Splish Splash,” reveling in unfamiliar spotlessness.

I saved giblets for a game of H-O-R-S-E, shooting them into trash cans in the driveway.

Oops. I hit a garbage guy.

My apology had better be good. I really want him to haul my melting mess away.

Fortunately, he only wants to flee. Cans are dumped in haste. The truck roars off to “Hey, hey, hey, goodbye. …”

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: How do you make housework fun?

OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Waiting for That Coffee Date

Mon, 15 May 2023 08:27:15 -0400

O Lord, I miss those klatches You and I shared with Mom — spiritual, wise, funny, even crazy times. Someday, we’ll do it again, with no clocks to mess with our togetherness. (Knowing Mom, though, the coffee won’t be decaf.)

Classic Post: Pillow Power

Wed, 10 May 2023 01:52:00 -0400

This post first appeared on February 7, 2018.

They soften woes, absorb frustrations without complaint and support us.

Our mothers?

No, our pillows.

I’d sleep with a dozen, but my spouse considers extras speed bumps in the night. So, I heap dozens of decorative pillows on our bed. When Hubby makes it, he sometimes forgets the universe will implode if the green pillow’s placed in the middle rather than the white.

Fear not. I continue to rescue the cosmos.

I also help him regarding sofa cushions. Our geometric pillow must always be matched with the sage green cushion. Never the red.

No one should desecrate them with actual use. Both Hubby and grand-dog must understand that only the aged, ameba-shaped cushion, stashed under a throw, is reserved for naps.

“OC, aren’t you?” chorus a hundred voices.

Sure, I hear voices. That doesn’t negate my point, which is: pillow power.

We must respect a product that upsets an entire continent. Australian health alerts demand pillows be replaced every two years or frozen to kill dust mites. One manufacturer even conducted a free pillow exchange.

Pillows can exert power in positive ways, e.g., the OSTRICHPILLOW^®. The owner inserts his head into a soft, closed tube on his desk. Supposedly, a 20-minute nap using the OSTRICHPILLOW^® increases work productivity 37 percent.

Any nap might accomplish this. Still, who am I to deny the combined force of capitalism and catnap?

However, pillows cause complications. Sleepers lose hours of rest, constantly awakening to refresh their pillows. For only $100, a sufferer can buy one filled with cool gel that reshapes itself. He should, however, take care not to drop it on his toe. It weighs 14 pounds.

Or, for only $400, one can purchase an intelliPillow. Why so expensive? Because its name starts with a lowercase letter, with a capital in the middle. It also uses an air compressor for automatic adjustment.

Ultimate power, however, is evidenced in the classic pillow fight. Taking this ancient concept to a higher level, devotees use pillows shaped like scimitars, battle axes and hand grenades.

Airline cushions sufficed, however, for passengers on one economy flight who took out lack-of-leg-room frustrations in a mass pillow fight.

Perhaps if world leaders engaged in a day-long pillow fight, we all might sleep better at night.

A powerful idea.

As long as they don’t use my sofa cushions.

I’m not the only one who likes lots of pillows!

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Are you picky about your pillows?

OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: We Don’t Have to Share One Bathroom Now

Mon, 08 May 2023 02:29:00 -0400

O Lord, You know that when we were kids, I didn’t always thank you for my siblings. I’m sure they didn’t thank You for me, either! But OMG, what a rare blessing to get together now!

Those Calendar Challenges

Wed, 03 May 2023 03:23:00 -0400

Image by Mary Pahlke from Pixabay.

Glumly, my spouse and I agree on a date-and-time powwow. We discuss emailed lists of seven grandchildren’s end-of-year activities. We summon our calendars, determined to organize our world and theirs.

Right.

How can we attend a middle school concert, high school track meet and a graduation the same day 250 miles apart?

Lots of T-ball games are on our calendar this spring.

If only science would concentrate less on the ice caps and focus on beaming us to Timmy’s T-ball game on time.

We also review dates for Hubby’s end-of-semester grading and my writing projects. Can we mow the grass monthly and plant our garden before September?

Gaaa!

Woody Allen, expanding on a Yiddish proverb, said, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him about your plans.”

My parents, who were pastors, believed God’s plans rarely matched ours. Why bother with calendars? Even trips for groceries or car repair were interrupted by “divine appointments” with hurting — and annoying, I thought — people. Especially if I’d planned for us to go swimming.

My parents were more interested in God’s planner than theirs.

My dad disliked calendars not only for spiritual reasons, but because he hated whatever cramped his style. My mother, like an unpaid air traffic controller, organized five children’s piano lessons, sports practices and work schedules in her head — along with all church events.

Until I met my future husband, I considered that normal. At his house, however, an unobtrusive calendar with notations of who, what, when and where possessed a Clark Kent superpower: it ran four lives.

Yet, my naïve love and I envisioned harmonious life together. We did show up the same day for our wedding. But how have Hubby and I met additional calendar challenges?

Image by fancycrave1 from Pixabay.

First, beneath Hubby’s conventional exterior dwelt an adventurous spirit. He married me, didn’t he? Second, his career as a country doctor trashed predictability. Babies held zero respect for plans to eat and sleep. People in pain rarely followed office schedules.

Serving on a church staff and running my own launch-’em-and-land-’em household, I began to appreciate calendars. Mom memorized hers, but to be there for the people I loved, I needed a for-real calendar.

Image by Moondance from Pixabay.

Hubby and I still want to be there for family, church and community. What if our calendars — and our lives — showed nothing but white space? Blank evidence that we cared for no one, and no one cared for us?

We’d rather learn to laugh with God.

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Are you a calendar fan?

Wolves, Packs, Leadership, and False Naturals

Tue, 07 Mar 2023 12:30:00 -0500

I recently read an article's title that caused me to think, "What could that mean for leadership in realtime?" I was not disappointed as I took some moments to reflect on wolves, packs, what has been shown in cartoons about them, and on the 'what ifs' of all I know about wolves not being true. Can you say, "epiphany?"

The subheading summed up the article quite well, "The idea that wolf packs are led by a merciless dictator, or alpha wolf, comes from old studies of captive wolves. In the wild, wolf packs are simply families." [Scientific America - Feb 2023]

Wait. Wolves in captivity or in a setup environment are different than those in nature? Hierarchy emerges when the same old members are the same old members in a closed community. Not unheard of as this is how cults make things work--authority is ... well now I have an open-ended question: is it needed or is it a false natural? A false natural in that if the group had a choice hierarchy may not be necessary. Alpha males/females? Un-herd of. We need to un-pack this more.

But in nature, wolves are found to be simply a family. Life is lived, elders are respected, but so is the understanding (expectation?) that the younger will go on to start their own versions of family packs.

What could this mean for the church? Well, one thought is that hierarchy isn't natural. It is a false natural. It only takes place when it is forced or an 'old study' is submitted to or imposed on a group. If there is a natural hierarchy, isn't God the head? God does give spiritual gifts for the betterment of the body, and while the head is important, it doesn't float off the body but remains attached as the body is essential to its purpose. What is the purpose of imposed or false natural hierarchy?

So I have minimal conclusions, but several thoughts playing themselves out with hopes for a more true reflection of what God has created to find its order in Him. I do know I don't wish to be a part of a false natural or promote one.

HE'S A SHARING GOD

Sat, 25 Feb 2023 10:10:06 -0500

I asked my thirteen year old son if he had any stories of a time when he wished some other kids would have shared what they had with him. He said, "Tons of them."

What kid wouldn't.

I was reading in Leviticus today about God's instructions to how offerings should be made, how the priests were to give special attention to what was being offered, and how to present it. Then I read something that literally made me cry.

God is telling about how the grain offering is to be given and eaten by the priests. Half of this grain offering is to be mixed with oil and frankenscence and burned as it belongs to God as "a thing most holy." But the other half, God says that Aaron, the high priest, and all 18 year old male priests can eat it saying, "I have given it as their portion of MY food offerings."

Wow. God shared. Think of it. Our GOD shares ... HIS stuff ... with us ... with me.

So I wondered that since our God is a sharing God, what else does the Word says He shares? And does He share any of His stuff with me? To me, this is huge.

This revelation caused me to cry.

I had a vision--I walked with God through some old memeories. I was back in seminary listening to my professor speak about this passage and I said, "Wait! Does this say our God shares? God actually shares HIS stuff? With me?" And I wept there.

Next, I was like in kindergarten and I saw myself walking out to our elementary playground and a little girl was coloring with chalk on the sidewalk. She looked up to me and said, “Hey! Do you want to come over here and SHARE my chalk?”

In my next vision, I was walking into a seminary cafeteria past a table with one of our foreign student's family sitting together getting ready to eat together. When the dad sees me, he smiles and says, “Hey! Would you want to come over here and SHARE a meal with my family?”

God shares like the little girl. God shares like the family. God was showing ME that He wants to share with me.

I then thought of pentecost and that when the Holy Spirit of God came upon the disciples, what did they do? They were big on SHARING. The word that describes those who share is FELLOWSHIP, which means "to have in common." We cannot have in common unless there we all share. Sharing is a mark of a true disciple because it is a true mark of God.

Sharing is a wonderful attribute of God. It is not listed in any seminary book as one of God's great attributes, but it now stands out to me as one because I have experienced it. Thinking about sharing now makes me smile and love God more.

After all, He shared Jesus --who was His very heart-- with us … with me.

Amen.

Review of A Match in the Making by Jen Turano

Thu, 09 Feb 2023 19:15:25 -0500

I am so happy to be a part of my friend Jen’s street team. Her latest is so much fun! Here’s my review.

Emma meets The Sound of Music in this fun book.

When the first sentence compared matchmaking to a blood sport, I knew I was in for a fun read. Although the premise of a matchmaker made me think of Jane Austen’s Emma, Gwendolyn Brinley is a good matchmaker. It’s fun to follow along and connect the dots of who would be right for each other among the characters.

Of course, Gwendolyn meets her own match along the way.

I enjoyed the humor, story, and characters. I really appreciated that the child characters in A Match in the Making were balanced portrayals, since I am often annoyed by child characters in books that either have the wisdom of someone ten times their age or are terrors with no redeeming qualities.

Gwendolyn and Walter’s relationship grew in a natural way. I liked how they grew as individuals as well. The spiritual lessons spoke to me.

I highly recommend this book, and I’m already looking forward to the next one in the series!

I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.

Jen has a few giveaways going on if you’re interested in entering. Also, check out her videos on Instagram. I’ve been enjoying them. If you’re a member of Avid Readers of Christian Fiction on Facebook (and if you’re not, I recommend you join), Jen and Tricia Goyer did an interview about this book and the upcoming two in the series today.

I can’t wait to read the rest.

And who would call you? Hint: If you can't think of anyone, then you are probably "that" guy.

Looking back at the COVID experiment, one of things it has shaken out are those who are extremely relationally connected--in a healthy way. Those people didn't allow the masks or quarantine deter them from feeding themselves on what they knew was the most important things in life--the relationships they have built over a lifetime. The alternative looks a lot like narcissism.

It takes time to build great relationships. But build you must or suffer the consequence = being alone.

We cannot survive in life alone. Studies (and common sense) reveal how much our mental health (and wholeness) is dependent on being a quality relationships.

And if you want someone to blame, then I guess you'd need to go to the genesis of it all.

The words, "It is not good for man to be alone," are some of the very first words spoken out loud in all of creation. God wasn't just thinking of Adam and Eve, but of you and I too. So blame Him. Or better yet, forget the blame-shame game, and make Him your number one. He knows all about quality relationships.

The Trinity has always been in relationship. Since we are created in His image, we can learn so much from how this eternal relationship has existed to live by ourselves.

A wise person once said, "Two are better than one ... and a three cord strand (of people) are not easily broken." And so God has created us in his image, then we are made for relationships.

I for one do have have God as one of the first people I call on when in need. My life has been the richer for it.

So, who you going to call?

Perverted and Twisted Ways

Wed, 22 Jun 2022 12:17:21 -0400

About 94 times this word is used in the Bible, but it was the first time my teenage son asked me about it. We were randomly listening to someone talk on the radio and the word was used in a sentence. So my son asked, "Dad, what does perversion mean?"

A couple of days before this conversation, I was meditating (day-dreaming?) when an image came into my mind--a long, thin piece of metal hung in the air before me, the back was black and the front was white. I observed as, like a bread bag tie, the top of the piece of metal turned. Now when I looked, it was still a thin piece of metal, but on the frontside, the top part was black and the bottom was white, twisted at its center.

At times, this word can be found to simply describe: roads, pathways, crown of thorns, braids of hair or thread, or a body in pain or possessed. I love the verse that says, "three cords twisted together are not quickly broken" (Ecc 4:12).

However, it is used negatively like when Peter describes what those who are "uncertain and without knowledge" do to the apostle Paul's writings which contain "some hard sayings." Have you ever been uncertain and get things "twisted" in your mind? Ever listen to someone who "thought" they knew something?

The "ways" of people can be twisted, as well as the heart (Jer 17:9) and the mind (Pr 17:20). Jesus used the word to describe the generation of people he was speaking to (Mt 17:17; Lk 9:41; see also Deuteronomy 32:5). There are several Proverbs using the concept of "twisted," and its synonyms are primarily, "perverse and crooked." (e.g. Pr 28:18)

When something is perverted or twisted in the heart and mind, part of what is right has been adjusted to be wrong; and part of what is wrong has been adjusted to look right.

Think about this: Would you want to build a house on a twisted, crooked foundation? How much less your life? People try mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually--but all perversions will disintegrate, ruin, corrupt, and fail. Ever meet someone with a twisted mind or sense of humor? Ever listen to an associate describe a relationship gone bad ...for the tenth time? Twisted? Ever wonder why we are in the sexual identity dilemma in our country? Twisted?

The opposite of twisted is straight, but proverbs calls this "integrity." We use this to describe a building rocked in a quake, that has its foundation still intact or has "integrity."

Paul tells the Philippian Christians to prove themselves to be "blameless, innocent, children of God, above reproach, as lights" as they live in a crooked and perverse generation. Interesting the contrast he uses pulling in the appearance of "light"--a strong OT word used for God's people, the Israelites, and how they were to be representative of God to the other nations.

But all perversions dim. Think of the metal strip I spoke of --the white side reflected light, but when the black side was twisted around to the front, the light was dimmed.

Along with the word twisted or perverted, Jesus tags along the word "apistos" the Greek word translated "no faith" or "unbelieving." See, when we come to God, we must believe that He is, and we must bring everything into His light so it can be straightened out by him. In His presence, order happens. In the world, chaos reigns. With order comes placement; with chaos things bump into and bend and twist and get knocked out of place. Chaos happens when things are in darkness--where Satan and his lies have their greatest effect.

It also happens when things are dimmed. But there is hope. Jeremiah 3:21 gives us the insight that twisted paths are brought about because people have not kept the Lord their God in mind. So think of God in all things, let His word dwell in you richly.

There is another word used throughout Scriptures, an ancient word used to describe what it means to turn around from the path one is on--toward darkness and perversion--to the light of God = Repentance.

Repentance means to turn back--the answer for getting on the straight way God has for your life.

Confessions of a Book Lover

Sat, 26 Feb 2022 12:06:46 -0500

Whenever I go thrifting with my mom, we both tell each other that we do not need any more books. We will avoid the books. We have too many books. (Can one have too many books?)

Filled with good intentions, that resolution lasts until we enter a store and spot the enticing spines lined up on the shelves. Like magnets, we are drawn toward the shelves and find ourselves justifying just one or two or ten more.

Thankfully, I now have multiple nieces and nephews who also love books, so when my own shelves can’t hold another, I still have an excuse to buy more.

Of course, I don’t limit my book collecting to thrifting. I am an equal opportunity collector, and I will expand my collection through a myriad of ways–and one of my favorites is being a part of my friend’s team and working to get word of her books out into the world. An easy task, since I always enjoy her books and am excited to add them to my collection.

My favorite quote from her latest was, “‘Merely a book’ should never be said to an avid reader.” – To Disguise the Truth by Jen Turano.

I am going to use that next time I justify purchasing yet another book. It’s not merely a book. It’s a portal to other worlds. It makes me see God in new ways. It expands my knowledge of the world. It makes me laugh. It lets me cry.

And in order to prevent this blog from becoming yet another book to fill my shelves, I’ll stop there.

What’s your favorite reason to read?

Here’s the review for To Disguise the Truth, which I hope you enjoy as much as I did.

I’ve been excited to read Eunice’s story ever since I started the Bleeker Street Inquiry Agency series. Her constant wearing of widow’s weeds intrigued me. The first line of this book lived up to my expectations.

After all, who can resist reading on to find out why the heroine had once shot the man sitting across from her.

As someone who writes, I am often able to predict twists and turns in novels, but this one definitely had surprises I didn’t see coming. I also enjoyed that storylines of secondary characters from the previous books were woven into the story and brought to conclusions.

I liked the heroine, and I enjoyed that she is mysterious at the beginning. As the book goes along, one gets to know her better. I also like the hero, and I thought that the relationship between the two was believable. I have always love Anne and Gilbert and Darcy and Elizabeth, so the hatred to love trope is a favorite of mine. However, one true danger of the trope is often a disbelief in how sudden the hate morphs into love. To Disguise a Truth didn’t have this problem. The romance grew in a natural way.

I am sad the series is over, but this book brought it to a phenomenal close with happy endings—and I love happy endings. I’m already looking forward to Jen’s next series.

I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.

Christmas/New Year

Thu, 06 Jan 2022 12:08:21 -0500

This last week of 2021 led up to our family Christmas/New Years celebration.

I greatly admired the Nativity display at the house where our home group met Sunday, so I borrowed it for the post opener.

The weather was mild all week. I walked a couple times, once to the bridge nearby and was surprised to see how high the river was.

One of those times I crossed paths with this handsome biker.

Rebecca and I had a delightful day together on Wednesday. She pretty near mastered one of her piano pieces. I played the accompaniment. We had fun.

Thursday, the 30th, the robotics team had a party - a movie and games. I came toward the end and joined in a game of Nerts. Great fun.

All week long the work on Stephan and Karen's new house continued steadily in eager readiness for our family get together Saturday. Here is Karen's summary: Finishing up kitchen and bathrooms

Despite their state of exhaustion, they welcomed us into their lovely space, still in transition.

I came early with the food I'd worked on for a day and a half, and hung the stockings on the stairs.

The family units arrived one by one. Then the fun began!

As usual, there was more than enough food.

This was the second or third time that we I drew names and assigned one to each member. The secret gift-givers presented theirs in turn to the youngest first and in order to the oldest (guess who). We all watched and enjoyed each surprise and reaction Sadly six members were missing.

Then it was game time! We introduced some to a new one, AZUL, and had two games going on at the same time, with Splendor on the other end of the table. After which we all joined in a round of Hand and Foot. Just wish we could do this more often.

Hand and Foot (the table is not really V shaped :-)

This is my Christmas loot. There is a small . . . . . in the little box on the right, something I collect. Can you fill in the blank?

And now, blessings in the New Year to all my faithful readers and friends!

THE END

P.S.: Very seriously considering ending this weekly blog. Don't know if I can, as it's become such a habit.

Anticipating Christmas

Tue, 28 Dec 2021 14:03:16 -0500

All the preparations for the Big Event we celebrate create eager anticipation, even longing. Christmas greetings coming in and going out - some in the form of cards, and increasingly more via the internet.

An annual bike ride Michael enjoys is the Luminary, to see the Christmas lights in areas of Indianapolis. He decorated his bicycle for the occasion. However, there were only seven riders this year and the people who used to serve hot chocolate and cookies were not there.

As usual I spent time at my writing desk. This was the view one morning, the moon was still up. The trees are bare now, the weather is very mild for this time of year, and anyone wishing for a white Christmas will be disappointed.

Memories of past Christmases surfaced every day. Here a few favorites from last year. I had forgotten the one representing Mary, Joseph and the baby, which was intended for use as our next Christmas card. Sadly I totally forgot.

Below it you can see how much the babe has grown.

Anticipation took on different aspects. At Stephan and Karen's new house, work accelerated hoping to be ready to host the annual Christmas Eve Brunch and Koch family gift exchange. Read about it here.

If you got all the way through you learned that there was a change of plans. The family event was postponed for a week. The brothers were most definitely sleep deprived working through the night, and their dad spent many hours there as well. The brunch, however, was still on, with one difference - it would be a carry-in instead of the Chef's usual fare.

That's where my hours in the kitchen came in preparing: baked oatmeal, torta pascualina (Argentine spinach pie), Grandma Hoyt's fruit salad, Sharon's sweet potatoes in orange cups.

So, we had a memorable last brunch in the old house, crowded but cozy and happy.

I especially enjoyed having the families of our two greats there.

There was also a 16-day-old baby in the crowd. The protective mama allowed Karen the privilege of a few moments. That's when I came up with a question and my camera! She protested, "You can't expect me to answer and take a picture at the same time!" (Sorry, Karen.)

Then there was a tour of the new house to observe the progress and a few family photos outside.

Christmas Day is very different as empty-nesters. It was a rather quiet time with only Diane here. I confess to feeling depressed.

I treasured each glimpse into the home celebrations - the old and the new traditions.

Grandma Linda makes pj's for each of the grands every year and that is one gift they open Christmas Eve.

2020 2021

Kayla's house looks Christmas-card worthy in preparation for the joyful family time. Thank you, Matt, for this snapshot.

On Instagram I followed the household celebrations at Sam and Kristie's and also Malachi and Lexi's.

These beautiful internet gifts ministered to my soul!

And here's another favorite memory, one of the last Christmases with Mother.

Festivities are not over. The Koch family celebration is now scheduled for New Year's Day!

Of Shepherds and Wise Men

Fri, 24 Dec 2021 16:15:03 -0500

When God selected those who would be mentioned as the visitors to His newborn Son, He could not have chosen two more different groups.

First, He chose the shepherds. “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.” Luke 2:8. In this time in history, shepherds were the lowest of the low on the social scale. They were uneducated. They spent their time tending sheep. They were poor. They were nearby.

Second, He chose the Magi. “Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea…, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem.” Matthew 2:1. These men were so highly educated, they are known by the synonymous name of Wise Men. They not only noticed the new star, but they also had the means to travel to Judaea to discover its origin. They were well-respected. They were rich. They brought expensive gifts from a faraway land.

The shepherds were almost certainly the first to visit the newborn King. The Wise Men were almost certainly among the last before Joseph, Mary, and Jesus fled to Egypt.

Why does it matter who visited the Christ-child? Perhaps, we can learn that anyone can be saved. God can save the rich and the poor. God can save the educated and the uneducated. God can save those who are near—raised in Christian homes—and far—those who have heard the Gospel only once.

We are all simply worshipers of the Christ Child.

Have a blessed Christmas!

Reunions

Wed, 22 Dec 2021 12:53:07 -0500

Christmas lights at the Koch's

The first half of the week we were involved in the usual weekly responsibilities while also anticipating excitement ahead.

The robotics team meets twice a week now and Michael diligently teaches them basic things they will need to know to build a robot. It's a young team, mostly seventh or eighth graders only one high school student. Build-season is fast approaching!

I was busy revising and posting the last chapter of the La Carlota series. It's about the church Dad helped build in our first town in Argentina. It has a surprise ending.

The excitement began Wednesday evening when Kendra and Zach arrived on their way from Los Angeles to Philadelphia. He had flown out from Massachusetts to help her make the long trek across the US. They planned it well, stopping to see people and places along the way.

Michael prepared a wonderful welcome meal. We taught them our new game - AZUL - while we waited for Moriah to join us for dinner and an overnight stay. Kendra won with an off-the-charts score. Beginners' luck or is she just that smart?

Brilliant or not, she was still working on meeting deadlines to wrap up her last semester of college. At breakfast the next morning, she finally submitted the last assignment.

Then the former housemates disappeared and enjoyed a hair-styling session like old times.

Then it was time for a goodbye selfie. Till we meet again, graduation in May or their wedding next June.

Friday, we enjoyed another grand reunion with friends from near and far at John and Abby Pugsley's wedding. He grew up in our community and became an outstanding long time member of the robotics team.

In typical John style, he had prepared 16 pages of notes - a very detailed plan for everything leading up to the event.

Several unique and thoughtful aspects we enjoyed: appetizers, games, and fellowship during the wedding party's photo session; the photos of the couple, their age matched the table number; guests were served first, starting with the children. We had a great time conversing with friends at table 12.

Saturday morning early, my brother Alan came from Warsaw and I rode with him to Corbin, KY for our dear cousin's memorial. Sadly Michael was not able to go.

Ed worked for Union College twenty-eight years. The last eight as president. He was well loved by

the entire community. So many wonderful memories were told or written about him. This one speaks for many, "He was always a kind and gentle person. He was always looking for the good in all things and everyone. He will be missed and we live on in the memories of all who ever met him!"

He leaves a lovely daughter who also lost her mother four years ago, but thankfully is surrounded by a loving extended family.

Chloe Rose de Rosset

Since his retirement, Ed and Chloe have lived very near older sister Karin and her husband Jack who helped in every way, especially during his year-long illness.

Photo credit Jack Traylor, right.

Mother's older sister Joyce and her husband Ed de Rosset were missionaries in Peru.Their four children--Karin, Ed, Rosie, and Fred--served in institutions of higher education.

Alan and I spent the night in Fred and Carol's lovely home in Berea, KY, before heading back home Sunday morning.

Carol & Rachel, Karin and Jack, Fred and family

This has become the de Rosset family gathering point. Rosie and Chloe will join them for Christmas.

Family stories and getting better acquainted was the best part of the weekend. I am so grateful for the heritage we share.

I was reminded of the extent of our family connections a couple weeks ago. I was at the local clinic across the street from Taylor University. A student walked in that I recognized as a second-cousin-once-removed and talked to him about our ancestry.

This is the tiniest Nativity I have ever seen. It was in the guest room, along with a small turtle like the ones on my kitchen window sill.

I rejoice with every reminder of Emmanuel, God with us!

Michael and I watched Christmas with The Chosen: The Messengers twice, in the theater and online. Still showing in select locations. Don't miss it!

Tis the Season . . .

Wed, 15 Dec 2021 18:11:08 -0500

Tis the Advent season . . .

Finally all the Christmas decorations made their way out of the attic and slowly found their place. The mini Nativities replaced the turtle collection on the kitchen window sill. This one is a favorite--one of Leah's many tiny clay sculptures.

The second Sunday of Advent is one when we look forward to the Christmas cantata - a beautiful and powerful presentation of the Gospel story from Creation to Redemption.

Monday night dinner welcomed good friends we hadn't seen in a while, including a baby in the making! I probably looked like that 51 years ago before Stephan's arrival. I could better relate to Mary.

Tis the season for special gatherings, like the ladies' Bible Study Christmas brunch on Wednesday. I had not been with these friends all semester as I focused on writing. So it was a delight to be with them again. Each table had a special decoration. This one was made many years ago by the husband of our table hostess. She explained that the color of the cross etched into the star was from old nails in vinegar. Symbolic?

The young couple living temporarily with Leah, were waiting longingly for their baby to be born. Finally it happened Thursday night. Her very long labor and subsequent Caesarian reminded me again of Stephan's similar birth story.We were delighted to see this first family picture. The miracle of life and a safe delivery is a wondrous thing.

Jesus spoke of the experience: "When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world." (John 16:21 ESV)

Our littlest family member certainly brings joy to all. He came for a bit on Saturday with his parents.

I am trying to cut down on Christmas decor, so put up only a small tree this year. I couldn't decide which picture I liked best, with or without flash. Kayla came over one day and relieved me of quite a few ornaments to use on her bigger tree.

I chose a watercolor of a fir tree for our Christmas card this year. The evergreen reminded me of God's everlasting love.

Transitions

Tue, 07 Dec 2021 16:28:35 -0500

We had a few beautifully sunny days and somewhat warmer days, very inviting to go out for walks.

Michael also took advantage of clear days to continue felling trees, cutting up huge logs, splitting wood, adding to the winter supply.

Most other days he was at Stephan's hanging light fixtures.

Son Sam worked there also installed kitchen cabinets.

Karen continues to blog about the house-progress.

I spent a few days on my various blogs. This weekly one is the least time-consuming. The two versions of my life stories, English and Spanish required more time to edit and review the translation and scheduling to publish chapter 19 - Life in the Big House - for the December 1st deadline.

Wednesday was the last Basics program for the year. Rebecca and I got to hang out together. When I dropped her off at home after, I realized I hadn't taken a picture in her holiday outfit, so she posed for me in front of their lovely Christmas tree.

The robotics team is gearing up for the new season to begin in early January so they transitioned to two meetings per week. I stopped by on my way home from Muncie and enjoyed seeing how much fun the students were having putting the robot back together.

As I walked out I looked through old photos and found this one of Sam from the time Elijah had been on the team.

I had just spent time with Sam. He joined me at a meeting in Muncie. I was greatly relieved to hear from him the doctor's assessment of the recent MRIs. Comparing the recent ones with the previous ones taken in 2016, he did see a significant enough change in the cyst to warrant any action. This is a great relief.

Friday evening we welcomed Bethany who is on home assignment from her work in Tanzania with Mavuno Village, a family-style orphanage.

We found out she loves to play games too. So we had a fun time playing Splendor first. Then she introduced us to a new game she had with her--AZUL.

Saturday she began her long drive to Philadelphia after more good conversation at breakfast and a quick selfie. We are truly grateful for the friends who find their way to our home, the blessing of living in the Crossroads of America.

Saturday evening we attended a Christmas performance at The Commons Theatre in Alexandria. Our friend Tamara was one of the directors (and I borrowed this photo from her FB page).

As if Michael had not done enough, at the end of a busy Sunday, he decided to make bread!

"What kind shall I make? What shall I listen to in the process?"

We slowly transition from Thanksgiving to Christmas. I envy those who are able to decorate the day after Thanksgiving. Somehow it has never worked for me. What about you?

Giving Thanks

Wed, 01 Dec 2021 13:53:52 -0500

. . . for two grandsons who had birthdays this week. I borrowed the latest photos I found on FB. Malachi turned 23 on Sunday the 21st, and Zion 12 on Tuesday, the 23rd.

. . . for the ladies Bible Study titled God is for us, Romans 8. Tuesday evening we had our final gathering and shared what we'd learned--stories, testimonies and memory verses.

MeeSun shares concerns about her upcoming trip to Korea to care for her parents.

. . . for Michael able to spend a few days spray painting walls in Stephan and Karen's new house. Their goal is to be in by Christmas.

. . . for Michael being in charge of the Thanksgiving meal. Our family gathered on Friday, which gave us two days to prepare the feast.

. . . for God's providence evidenced in the story of that first Thanksgiving.

Rebecca put together the reminder of the Pilgrims' Thanksgiving
and read the story.

. . . for each family member, those who came and those who couldn't. I was busy enjoying them and took fewer photos than ever. Wish I had gotten a picture of Michael sharing his thoughts on the Thanksgiving Psalm, Ps. 100. And also of him carving the turkey and serving each person.

. . . for all the family sharing--the good, bad, and the ugly--"in everything give thanks."

. . . for the game of Nerts, our family version, the rowdier the better! We hadn't played it in years. Sam is now the champion (sorry, Leah).

. . . for the many expressions of thanks that filled our Thanksgiving Alphabet.

. . . for once again being able to meet my next chapter publishing deadline!

. . . for the discipline and time required to research and write Chapter 19.

What was the highlight of your Thanksgiving?

Rescuing the Old

Mon, 22 Nov 2021 14:02:02 -0500

My plants are all in for the cold weather ahead. I even rescued these from the window boxes, but I don't know what it is. Hmmmm, got it free from the florist's trash.

The rescued memories from my childhood continue to emerge and come together in these bi-monthly installments on the blog My Argentina. Chapter 18, Moves, was published Monday, November 15.

Another ongoing rescue is that of old photographs of Michael's side of the family. When we went to Wisconsin to visit his older brother Terry, we acquired two big boxes of Aunt Gerry's saved photos and documents of all types. I am having fun learning about Michael's family and childhood.

Top left: Jane (Mike's mother) Terry, Aunt Gerry holding baby Mike?
Bottom left: Mikey; Right: siblings Terry, Mike, Barb

Top left: Mike, Diane, Barb; Right: teenage Terry and Mike
Bottom left: fun times at Uncle Wilbur's cabin by the lake

BTW, anybody notice something fairly constant about Michael?

Meanwhile, time marches on, cold weather is upon us and Michael is diligently rescuing dead trees, cutting and splitting wood, preparing for winter.

I was so glad to see that the first house we lived in is being repaired, renewed, rescued! It sat empty and in disrepair for years.

This week a package arrived containing a set of books that we grew up with as part of our Hirschy heritage--the Little Colonel series. Has anyone out there heard of Annie Fellows Johnston? A prolific children's writer, born in Evansville, IN, in 1863.

Does anyone else have a penchant for rescuing things?

Saying No to "Christian" Sanhedrins

Sat, 20 Nov 2021 11:24:02 -0500

I was reflecting today (5/1/2018) about the SPACE between being a Christian institution (say a local church or a Christian University in the USA) and being responsible citizens--and what happens when the two are in conflict. Do we go the legal route or do we handle things internally--as a separate and distinct body governed by Christian rules of conduct.

What happens in this SPACE? Is there room to talk about what truly governs us (the Bible, the Holy Spirit, the denominational writings like The Discipline, etc) and what the world's legal system asks of us. The problem to me is when the places like your local church or a Christian University take the position of a City Court governed by laws instead of governed by love.

We know Jesus didn't obey all of Man's laws. We do know he was subject to his parents (post 3-day tweener campout in Jerusalem), and paid taxes (that render to Caesar comment--totally cool!), and spoke through Paul to the Romans to obey the governing authorities. Even Peter speaks to the believers about this with a suffering tone (1 Peter 2 and 3).

This made me think about Paul's words to the Corinthians in chapter 6.

Do you not know that we are to judge angels? How much more, then, matters pertaining to this life! So if you have such cases, why do you lay them before those who have no standing in the church? I say this to your shame.

Can it be that there is no one among you wise enough to settle a dispute between the brothers, but brother goes to law against brother, and that before unbelievers?

Perhaps there is some guidance here for us to not just try, but subscribe to and follow.

Jesus taught his followers that if we have something against another, we had a responsible step-by-step process toward reconciliation. He also taught that if we remembered something (during worship...interesting to note) another person has against us, we had a responsibility to go to them and seek reconciliation. So either way, if in our own thoughts, we are out of connection with anyone else, we act responsibly and take it upon ourselves to seek re-connection. To Jesus, being in right relationship is a basic foundational principle (law?) the kingdom of God is governed by.

John writes, "How can you hate your brother you have seen and love God whom you haven't seen?" (1 John 4:20) Hate is a strong word, but is that what we are doing when we stay disconnected with others? We hate them. Hate divides. Love connects and reconnects. Hate separates and keeps apart. The Holy Spirit's actions within a believer unite him or her with the body of Jesus.

Hate amputates. Love heals and does what is needed to mend. That is why words associated with love are merciful, gracious, tenderhearted, forgiveness, devotion, prefer. And the words associated with the actions of the flesh (that lusts against the spirit) produce the fruit and results of such things like: enmity, strife, discord, divisions, dissention, and rivalries (Galatians 5:20f). Even adultery is a form of hate that divides; love stays together. This is why Paul speaks to the Corinthians so:

"To have lawsuits at all with one another is already a defeat for you."

A defeat. Let that sink in.

So, what does it look like to win?

"Why not rather suffer wrong? Why not rather be defrauded?"

Suffering and allowing ourselves to be defrauded... things that make you go, "Hmmm..."

So perhaps the reason why this road looks so lonely is because not very many are taking the off-ramp to get there. That takes time away from the main road we are on. But get there we must. The light on this path must become brighter by our actions and choices. We would rather hear Paul shame us than deal with our sin. Choosing to stay with another when you see their sin and they do not can be a long haul. If there comes a time to separate, let it be on Jesus' terms: Go to just him. If he hears, great. If not, take someone else to arbitrate. If he doesn't hear then, take it in front of the whole body of believers together. Hopefully, he hears from them about his sinfulness.

But if even then he does not, then he has made a choice to separate himself from the fellowship and he will remain in that position until he comes around. The audience for that "coming around" is our treating him with a winsome spirit as we would unbelievers. You still need to believe in him.

And such were some of us at one time...

Miscellany

Wed, 17 Nov 2021 14:05:03 -0500

Cousin Karin cheers us with flowers from different seasons--sunflowers, roses, and lilies. They are not from her garden. The memorial bouquet arrived after her brother Ed's passing.

The season not represented in the bouquet showed up here on Sunday--our first snowfall.

Now, back to last Sunday, the beginning of week forty-six. In the afternoon, I attended a baby shower for a young couple we've befriended since they moved back to Upland to start a new life after some difficult times.

Monday Night Dinner at Stephan and Karen's always includes a great meal, fun conversation, and of course, a tour of the new house to check out the week's progress. The window wall is coming right along. Stephan used left over wood he had milled for other purposes.

As any homeowner understands, maintenance and repairs are ongoing. Tuesday, a blocked drain took hours to fix. Part of the problem was not knowing exactly how the plumbing had been installed when the house was rebuilt.

Rebecca was here twice this week! Wednesday after piano lesson she comes and then we go to the Basics program at the church. And Friday was an E-learning day, so she started out at the library with her mom, stayed for Story Hour and then I picked her up to spend a few hours with us until Kayla got off work.

Kayla is in charge of activities and programs at the local library, and comes up with very creative ideas. Even if borrowed from Pinterest or elsewhere, I am always impressed at how she pulls them off. The first thing she did was hand me a leaf to add to the tree with my response to "I'm thankful for. . ."

Of all the many activities we enjoyed together, I only got one photo of Rebecca. She finished several of her E-learning assignments: writing, reading, and optional fun ones--a walk outdoors gathering leaves, an art project, a board game (Splendor!) with family members (abuelo joined us!). She still loves to dance freely to music.

Michael had more time Saturday after an early morning hunt, so he baked bread again!

Callah bread

That evening he suggested we work on a watercolor project. He looked up a photo that best reminded him of his last dog. I simply followed a tutorial. I'd say he has the greater talent and patience.

For months now, my creative energy has been poured into writing, so I was grateful for his suggestion of this art activity for our leisure time together.

Have you found time for creative activities in your leisure time? Or, do you ask "What leisure time"?

The Wheel of Faith or Fortune? Character

Sat, 13 Nov 2021 08:23:00 -0500

I was once going through the book of Romans with a group of junior high boys (a task worth at least one extra jewel in anyone's heavenly crown) and learning alongside them about what faith is.

As you probably know, the word "faith" in the NT can mean faith, belief, and trust, depending on the context. Paul tells us why he is not ashamed of the gospel, "for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes"--that is, has faith. "Faith comes by hearing the Word on Jesus Christ" and leads to calling on the Lord--how can they call on him if they have not first believed, and how can they believe if they have not first heard. Faith undoubtedly leads to salvation in Jesus.

But what of faith after salvation? Does faith continue to work in the same way? Or is there a growing aspect for someone in his or her faith? Or does faith stay the same, but one's capacity to hold it and wield it become greater? Wow, so much like spinning a wheel to be able to guess a letter and solve a riddle and win a fortune this pursuit has become.

Well, I don't know yet. I do know God created me for a capacity of faith. I do know the Bible has stories about this. The disciples of Jesus asked their Savior themselves about this, "Hey, Jesus, increase our faith." They at least assumed faith had a small start and could have a larger end. Perhaps they saw in Jesus a great faith, greater than their own, and that if they had the same amount as HE did then they could do what HE did. Sounds plausible.

After all, Jesus did preach about size and faith, "If you had even a mustard seed size of faith, you could say to something as huge as a mountain, 'go there!' or 'go there.'" But that isn't His response this time. In His next parable, Jesus teaches them that it is not about size, but about kind. Wait, so there are different kinds of faith? Huh.

When the disciples ask for more faith, Jesus tells them a story that explains that it is not about more. I explain it like this: a friend of mine wanted to go raccoon hunting at night in the woods in our area; I told him he needed a dog to go hunting coon at night. A week later he had not seen any coons while hunting. I told him he might want to get another dog. I saw him three weeks later and he said he bought a dozen dogs for hunting raccoons and was going to give up because he still had not seen one coon. I paused, then asked, "Wait. What kind of dogs are you hunting with?" He replied, "Chihuahuas."

This is a case and point where having more of something will not help you. I think it isn't about having more faith but having the right kind of faith. And this is what Jesus went on to explain.

Oh, yeah, a couple of other points worth mentioning: Jesus did not do many miracles in His hometown due to their lack of something... hmmm. Oh, and Peter DID walk on the water! It was only after he took notice of the tossed waves that he began to sink. He cried out to Jesus who asked him ... something... something about ... Yes, and another time some seed fell on some rocks and quickly spouted up with joy, but when testing came later, they gave up because only for a time did they have roots in ...something ... And Jesus heard that Satan had demanded Peter but Jesus told him that He had prayed that ... something of Peter's would not fail. That something in each case is of course faith.

So it would seem that the answer is ... both--faith is something that can grow and become bigger and stronger, but it is not meant to be big and strong for no purpose. It is not a body-builder sort of thing meant to show off its huge muscles. It is to be much more practical and useful. So what is the purpose of faith? To move mountains, like Jesus said?

Faith is BIG because it is rooted in God. And God created me to have faith. Faith leads us to God (salvation) because that is how God created it to work. Faith is also one of the three biggest activities in this world--Faith, Hope, and Love. And faith paired up with hope and love is like an undying battery charging us up for anything in this life--as long as it is connected to the Glory of God through Jesus Christ. Being faithful, then, is staying where faith led you--with God.

Paul wrote to the Romans that faith is born inside us when we hear the reading of the Word of God. This never changes--whether we have been led by faith to salvation through Jesus Christ, or we continue to walk in faith. The Word of God is at the core of our faith.

At one point in their walking with Jesus, the disciples tried to cast out a demon from a boy but could not. Jesus returned and was able to do it. When asked by his disciples why they could not, Jesus said the faith necessary to do such acts came through an avenue of increased faith--by prayer and fasting. These two acts together can connect your life to God, unlike other ways.

Only GOD can make faith grow--like sunshine on a seed. I do believe He has set roads ahead of each one of us to have our faith in Him increased because He loves us and hopes in us and believes in us. All of the roads of faith, I imagine, lead us closer to Him and to each other.

Mark shares a story about a man who had a child in need and came to Jesus asking him if there was anything he could do. Jesus said to him that anything is possible for those who believe. Perhaps your prayer is like this desperate man's whose mind turned from his child's need to his own: "Lord, I do believe ... help me in my unbelief."

My prayer for you: May God grant you not only avenues for increased faith, but the strength to walk them and the eyes to see how far you've come in your walk of increasing faith in Him--to His glory!

ps. I leave off the citations of where stories and verses can be found in the Bible, believing that if you are interested enough, and your faith is big enough, you will go and search the Scriptures for yourself. And, when you do, you will find much more revealed to you, because that is how God works.

Daily Grace

Thu, 11 Nov 2021 11:53:47 -0500

If you came right now, this is what you'd see as you drove in. We welcome you, however you visit, whether in person, by phone, or the internet. I've enjoyed a variety of interactions, and thank you who comment or respond to my posts. It is that time of year when I ask myself why I continue communicating via this blog Is it worth it? Would my time be better spent? Still questioning.

One purpose is to record the events and highlights of each week.

Tuesday evening, the robotics team had a very successful Open House. The program is ramping up for the 2022 season with several new members. The increased interest is very encouraging.

Michael never lacks work, problems to solve, things to fix here in our house or our kids'.

We got away for a theater performance Friday at Taylor University--The Women of Lockerbie. It was amazingly well done and the bonus of that evening was to hear from the playwright herself. The story was inspired by the events following the crash of Pan Am flight 103 on Dec. 21, 1988. I had forgotten that terrorist attack and had never heard about the "laundry project" that took place seven years later when the women of the town stormed the warehouse where all the effects of the 270 victims were stored, and undertook the task of washing the items and returning them to the families. The play in the tradition of Greek odes, was a very meaningful reflection on grief in its various responses, and emphasized the healing power of community.

Most of the week I worked very diligently on the next chapter of My Argentina story. That is hard work. I am grateful for what I learn from fellow writers. We have a Zoom meeting every Thursday and take turns critiquing one another's writings. This week we looked at a couple Christmas children's book proposals.

I liked the concept of a Jesus Tree decorated with ornaments that symbolize aspects of Advent--the coming of God into our world to dwell with us in our humanity. Then Saturday at a craft sale, I saw these unique decorations. Perhaps I'll try to have a Jesus Tree this year.

I've been thinking much about the gift of God. Sunday was Reformation Sunday, remembering the great event when Martin Luther took a firm stand against the prevailing religious system which taught earning forgiveness through works or buying salvation.

Grandson Malachi, gave his first sermon based on Ephesians 2:8 "For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God."

In our own church, I was touched by the message of God's grace in Romans 5:10 "For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, . . ." To think that we do not have to fix ourselves, clean up our lives before we come to Him. Indeed we cannot do it on our own. He has already made a way for us while we were still sinners, far from Him. And, not only that, the verse continues, . . . "much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life." He helps and enables us to live life fully here and now by His grace. An unspeakable gift indeed.

Speaking of gifts, Samuel our youngest was God's gift to us 43 years ago. I came across this memory. Sam called it "our first picture together."

We were invited to their home for the birthday celebration.

Probably the best gift of the evening was a very moving song by an old friend who recalled how a memory of Sam-u-el got him through a tough time. Quite a tribute to what God has done in and through Sam.

There were some other sweet moments: Diane enjoyed playing cars with a little guy and his mother; seeing the Hoch family after many years; and, my favorite, the interaction between six-year-old Winnie and Stephan, and her reaction to his jokes, "You're a weird man."

Winnie is quite a spunky little girl. She commandeered my phone to take some of the photos, like this one of the birthday man during the crazy Koch song.

How have you experienced God's grace this week?

An Under the Surface Warning

Sat, 06 Nov 2021 09:49:23 -0400

Under the skin. That is the phrase that has been used and misunderstood for years. Since the days the Beatles used it in a popular song that I sang as a second-grader, "remember, to let her under your skin..."

What is under the skin cannot be seen, but is real and could manifest at any time. This is a source of many books and movies seeking to highlight the mysteries we all have run into. And now, the manifestation is happening within the community we call the Church.

An article's title recently caught my eye about how the evangelical church is breaking apart and that Christians needed to reclaim Jesus from his church. "Hmm. Who would write such a thing?" I thought. So, leery-eyed I took the bait and read... nothing I didn't know, and felt for the past 24 months or so. But the following quote caused me to pause and reflect more than the rest of the article:

"But there’s more to the fractures than just COVID-19. After all, many of the forces that are splitting churches were in motion well before the pandemic hit. The pandemic exposed and exacerbated weaknesses and vulnerabilities, habits of mind and heart, that already existed."

Jesus talked about things under the surface as well. He referred to the Pharisees being "unmarked tombs." So what, you might think, but if you wanted to be consistent in your attendance of worshipping at the temple, to walk over a grave was to make yourself "unclean." Hmmm. Unclean and you didn't know it. The state of being "unclean" was defined by God. An "unclean status" was in fact to keep the majority of the community uninfected by the disease of your uncleanness--so they were health-driven.

Paul warned about things under the surface and how things will be shaken so that what is inside can come to the top; or sifted away to reveal what is.

Don't get me wrong. I love the Church. I have always loved my church. I do not believe there has been a church I have been associated with I did not like. That did not mean that underneath were things needing to be challenged and changed.

On the other hand, perhaps I had a natural aversion to groups of people who were too unhealthy to be around... and I hope I naturally gravitated toward those healthier sub-groups. I do not remember politics being a topic of conversation (refreshing, huh!), nor race or really any of the "hot topics" of the day. Not because they were irrelevant; some were quite relevant, but they always took a back seat to the Main Driver of the show--Jesus. Leadership in those spaces always believed He was without rival. And for that, I am thankful. But there have been moments (moments, mind you) I have experienced like one T-shirt stated years ago, "Jesus, save me from your people."

There is nothing hidden from God. That is the kind of life I want to live before Him. And yet I fail. Being too harsh on others for their failures would be hypocritical for me. So I seek to keep my eyes on Jesus, not the skin, nor what is under it. Blame will not heal. Connecting to God is my only hope and the hope of the world. John 3:16 baby. John 3:16.

Last week of October

Thu, 04 Nov 2021 15:31:42 -0400

We do enjoy the cozy feeling and fragrance of candles on autumn evenings.

Autumn decor

Fall changes happened almost suddenly. These two pictures of what I see out of my window as I write, compare the color differences between the beginning of the week and the last day.

Michael went out to blow the leaves that blanketed the driveway. No longer had he finished when it was covered again. We looked out and saw them falling like rain.

Stephan reminded us Monday at his dinner table of his great disappointment when he was a small child. I don't remember this, but he said that I explained that it was the first day of fall, which is when the leaves fall. He looked longingly and hopefully at the trees, but nothing was happening. That memory stayed with him to this day.

For lack of photos, here are two oldies. Christmas cards we sent to family from those early days in Germany.When we arrived at Mike's brother Terry's, he had them sitting out for us.

Christmas 1971, and 1973

I've noticed that often when disposing of old photos and letters, they are returned to the sender. Do you do that too? In my case, I find them meaningful, the messages I wrote long ago help me put together the puzzle of different periods of our life story.

I cam across this photo last week, and it was especially meaningful because my dear cousin Ed, we called him Eddie, passed away October 29. He was only four months older than me. He was recently widowed, and leaves behind a young daughter.

In this photo taken at the time of my parents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration, he is holding our granddaughter Kayla who is now 30-years-old.

Here is a great article and photo: Former Union College President Edward de Rosset Dies at 77.

Michael keeps busy all the time, but lamentably I have no photos to show of his work. The heating system at Stephan's house is complete now! Michael is now feeling the need to begin gathering in wood for our winter supply. Hopefully a couple weeks of decent weather will help.

Saturday I was scheduled to work at the Helping Hand store. I had fun interacting with the clients. This is a Taylor University Korean student who so enjoyed shopping and finding all kind of items that will help him survive his first Indiana winter. Here he is wearing or carrying them in bags or pockets.

Mid morning, when the crowd had died down, I had a surprise call from a high school classmate in Argentina. What an interesting conversation after sixty years!

I had already agreed to help Kayla with the library Halloween party she was in charge of. Sadly, she was in quarantine and couldn't be there. However, she had planned and prepared so well that we seven helpers were able to pull off a very successful community event.

I was in charge of the station where kids had fun digging for hidden ~~gumballs~~ eyeballs in the ~~spaghetti~~ mess of brains.

Of course, one of my favorite moments was watching great grandson Kalani kicking around the balloons Tamara and I had painstakingly blown up. That was all he was interested in. A future soccer player perhaps?

Rebecca could not be there, of course, but dressed up anyway. I stopped by after and handed some goodies through the door.

Sunday, we enjoyed a Moriah-meal. Ever since someone gave us these unique plates, we've enjoyed "plated" meals.

We had a lot of catching up to do. The young engineer is "adulting" quite well! And, of course, we had to play a few rounds of Splendor.

Wisconsin travels

Thu, 28 Oct 2021 09:16:00 -0400

A small detail of nature that caught my eye as we strolled through a park during our travels. The pine and colors reminded me of Christmas. The thought comes often now that we are only nine weeks away. It's time to think of the traditional year-end later, greeting cards, and the family calendar I put together each year. Or is it time to give up some traditions?

Meanwhile, preparing for our trip to Wisconsin filled the early part of the week and meant rearranging some routines, but most definitely worth the getaway and the good times we had visiting family and even less known relatives.

The main purpose of the trip was to visit Mike's older brother and a sister. However, I put out a message on Facebook offering to meet with relatives in the area. Two first-cousins-once-removed responded eagerly. Both were mere acquaintances and felt like we'd never met, but we realized in conversation that we'd attended a couple family funerals ages ago. We truly enjoyed getting acquainted, sharing family stories and common interests.

Wednesday night we spent at the Ohlingers. Jenn is the granddaughter of my 103-year-old Uncle Dan.

Pete, Jenn, and Eliana

They have an adopted daughter. She and I enjoyed drawing together and later watching her favorite show. I also watched a Zoom math class in progress. They have nine fun pets too.

Thursday morning we proceeded on to Steven's Point to the older of the Koch brothers. Their cute little Riley gave us a very energetic exuberant welcome. It took him quite a while to settle down. Family fellowship was wonderful. The older we grow, the more precious these times become.

Terry, Sandy, and Riley

Friday's family visit was also very special. We were sad to find Nan in a lot of pain, but glad to bring her some hours of cheer and distraction. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy sharing family stories. We pray for relief from the pain and wisdom on how to proceed.

Nan and Don Rumlow

If it weren't for the back and knee pain, Nan would be up and about caring for her unusual array of plants, shrubs, and blooms, and her beautiful home.

Purple Essence grasses

Saturday morning we strolled along the shores of Lake Winnebago, the water was clear and calm. We could see the other side which reminded Michael of his mother and aunt walking along that ridge and other memories.

The weather was perfect for the installation of many light displays and wooden figures, the early seasonal decoration of the lakeside park.

As we walked along we came to a statue of Chief Oshkosh. Was that who Mike's late sister Carol had painted? Nan made sure we noticed the treasured painting before we left their house. We miss Carol. Many of the shared stories were about her.

As we left the park I had to get a picture of the former hospital across the street where both Michael and Sam were born. It is now an apartment complex.

Speaking of son Sam, I liked this action pic that showed up this week on Facebook, and also a paragraph about his skateboard business.

Life skateboards is the culmination of years & years of hard work, trial & error, jig building, tool design and build, testing, low tech engineering, skating, creating. Years and years in limbo between trying to make Life full time or keep relying on my woodworking, cabinetry, construction background. Life skateboards is literally two dudes in a workshop trying to make the best possible skateboard for every rider, every age, ever . . .

We had some time before the meeting with another little known cousin. Michael wanted to look for the house he had lived in for a time when a young boy, 190 Boyd St. The problem is that so much has changed, including the numbers of the houses. We stopped to ask a gentleman working outside. He'd lived there fifty years and was not aware of different numbers. They talked about Oshkosh places and people they might know in common. As a boy, he remembered going to Koch Sales (the family discount store) in Omro where he got his first maple candies! When Michael mentioned being involved in FIRST robotics as a mentor and his acquaintance with Oshkosh's winningest team, Wave Robotics, the conversation really took off. It happens this man is a mentor on that team!

Finally it was time for our last visit. Heidi's grandfather, my mother's older brother Harlan lived in Neenah. He was the first of the Hirschy to leave us in his early 70s of a heart attack as he was mowing. Her father, Harlan II, my cousin, also passed away at a similar age and circumstances while shoveling snow.

Needless to say we had much to learn about each other's lives and families. Surprisingly, we could relate to one another in many areas, and the visit proved delightful, hopefully only a first.

Heidi Wyn and Dan Milner

We headed home and arrived after midnight enjoying a good read, No Compromise, the life story of Keith Green. The entire trip I read aloud, even so we are only 70% through the book. It is captivating and convicting. Now we've begun to listen to his music. We were probably out of the country when he became a sought after Christian musician.

What are your memories of the Keith Green era and his music?

Week 42

Tue, 19 Oct 2021 15:50:16 -0400

Somehow cousin Karin faithfully puts together a lovely bouquet every week even when she says there are few flowers left. Thanks, again!

And, somehow, Michael musters up enough strength to keep tackling the many tasks that present themselves.

One job is almost done - the heating system at Steph and Karen's new house! He has repaired all the more obvious leak spots, but it will need to be checked with water when that is possible. Notice the well organized and labeled binder documenting the entire system.

Photo on right shows dry wall in-progress.

We got to see son Sam Monday night as well. He came to talk about the cabinetry he will be installing.

For further details check out Karen's weekly blog report on house progress.

Leah's place had some fun pumpkin decor. Next, some will be painted and/or eaten.

Michael and a few backpacking buddies went to Low Gap Trail in Morgan Monroe State Forrest and spent Wednesday and into Thursday enjoying the beautiful outdoors and perfect weather.

Friday the 15th, was another of my self-imposed writing deadlines. Again, somehow throughout the two weeks, we managed to crank out another capítulo - in English Chapter 16 "Tents and Temples", and in Spanish La Carpa.

Saturday, Our Town Upland sponsored the second annual Fall Festival. By the time I arrived, the family members I had gone to see were already leaving. Perfect timing to admire the pumpkins Rebecca and Kalani painted, get hugs and kisses, and abuela's mandatory photo.

A couple days later this great action photo showed up on Facebook.

Thank you Ashley Tibery and Our Town Upland!

That was all I'd come for, so I just went home, took a short nap and waited for the arrival of two grandsons coming to spend the night.

We had a fun time with Zion and Jude. I introduced Zion to a Let's Make Art watercolor tutorial. He picked the Piggy Pig out of many, many options because it had seemingly fewer lines and looked easier. It was probably more challenging than we expected but we had fun! I had missed doing watercolor, so thank you, Zion!

Jude preferred to explore the new video game he got for his birthday. We also played a couple games together.

Sunday morning Zion made us eggs for breakfast while Jude, showered and ready for church, continued to conquer some of the objectives of his game!

After church we needed to help Diane with a couple of malfunctions, so we drove to her apartment in Marion and then took her out to eat. Can you tell where?

Next week we're looking forward to a bit of travel to visit relatives in Wisconsin. It will be nice to get away.

Week 41's Miscellany

Wed, 13 Oct 2021 22:57:59 -0400

When I looked back on Week 41 there were hardly any photos. I listed the important happenings of the week as part of "remembering, reflecting, recording." (I read somewhere it's supposed to help you live a longer and more fulfilling life.) Even so, the weekly photo-journal came together once again. (Thanks to all whose photos I've "borrowed.")

Cousin Karin sent this photo especially for me/us, a bright zinnia bouquet. Thank you, Karin!

I had asked sister-in-law Raquel for a selfie, after failing to take a picture of them when we were there last week. I received this happy family pic. Thank you!

I promised to share more about our ultra eventful last weekend. Sunday evening, we celebrated Kayla's upcoming 30th birthday (Tuesday, October 5) with a fondue. This one photographic memory of the party reveals the serious decline of my photography, both in quantity and quality.

As always, the littlest family member was the center of attention. Auntie Kayla is so good at leading little ones in song and movement. Kalani followed right along with The Itsy Bitsy Spider and Baby Shark.

I managed to get in only one longer walk this week.

I try to observe seasonal changes--the colors, new growth, things I hadn't noticed before.

I've also been preparing the outdoor potted plants for wintering indoors. I rescued some little spider plant starters and had fun using Michael's pottery experiments to grow them in.

I discovered that the mums planted last fall came back and blossomed. I was taking a picture of them at the same time that my friend in Argentina sent me a pic of their spring flowers.

There was one more birthday in the family this week. Friday the 8th of October Jude turned nine.

Stephan was in Holland, Michigan, over the weekend, carving pumpkins for a fall festival. I love this fairy tale ensemble. How many of you know the story? He was surprised that some passersby did not. Most onlookers complimented his work and preferred it to the typical scary Halloween themes.

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum . . .

During the week the spray foam insulation was installed in Stephan and Karen's new house. They tell me it was fun to watch. Next comes the dry wall.

Moriah came Friday evening to spend Taylor Homecoming here. She drove straight from work and looked very professional. She brought and cooked a wonderful meal for us. It is hard to believe that I did not take any pictures that day of such a splendid occasion.

Saturday morning I woke up early enough to go for the Homecoming 5K. Moriah wanted to join me, but had to go to Dollar General when it opened at 8:00 and buy appropriate shoes. The good news was that the race was scheduled for 8:30. The bad news was that they changed the route from in town to the Taylor cross country trail, and she couldn't find it. Nevertheless, she persisted and arrived 10 minutes after the start of the race, ran it backwards to meet me and we wogged (walk/jog) together! Wasn't that sweet!

I saw this dad ahead of me carrying his child but never knew if and when they finished. I was the last one and by that time the party was over, everybody except the organizers had left.

Meanwhile, Michael was at Stephan's place in case the dry wall delivery and crew had any questions or needed anything. But, in the evening we were all home again and managed to play Splendor together like old times. I finally remembered to capture the moment.

We even took a selfie before she left Sunday morning. Ah, but I still regret missing the lovely plated meal and Moriah's professional engineer look.

Week 40

Wed, 06 Oct 2021 14:35:14 -0400

Week 40 seemed rather routine, until the exceedingly eventfull weekend. Not many photos to represent our daily activities.

Much of the time, I was intent on preparing chapter 15 of My Argentina and Mi Argentina querida for publication on Friday, October 1. It can be tedious work and results are not always perfect. These self-imposed deadlines may be stressful at times, but certainly help me accomplish some life goals.

Michael's focus was the ongoing installation of the heating system in Stephan and Karen's new house. That too, requires great perseverance--faulty parts to be returned, leaks that need repaired, constant checking, keeping on day after day. And finally, the documentation of the entire floor heating system! What an impressive document Michael is putting together! The end is near!

I took Leah to the Cancer Center this week, and after that we happened upon an opportunity for extra provisions for her household: a tailgate distribution of surplus items by Second Harvest. We waited over an hour (or napped) in one of the long lines of cars.

Among the items loaded in our car, were a great quantity of these cute little pumpkins. I microwaved a couple, scooped out the seeds and mashed the rest with butter and brown sugar. Delish! I imagine we'll have fun painting many of them.

I was fascinated by the bouquet at our table at The Bridge Cafe and learned about these blooms using my SEEK app. But more importantly, I enjoyed conversation with my friend Petey. I am so grateful for our friendship.

In the evening, I got to see Rebecca! It was the first meeting of Basics. Since she moved up from Basics Jr., I did too. It was fun being a volunteer, an errand person.

Now let me list the many events of the weekend:

--Friday, Michael and a dozen or more guys camped overnight on Stephan and Karen's property in the back open area close to the woods (and the outhouse!). They tented, cooked, played ball, some swam in the pool, and then gathered around the fire ring and shared man stories.

Michael prepared, brought and served a large breakfast the next day.

--Saturday afternoon, we drove to Winona Lake for one of the Grace Homecoming events, an alumni dinner. The sixth president, Dr. Katip, now in his last year, shared many interesting stories of his journey with Grace schools.

We will never forget the time Bill and his wife Debbie stopped to visit and pray with our family at the hospital after Malachi's serious accident. Even more meaningful is the fact that they were on their way back from a memorial for their eight-year-old grandson who died in a fire.

--We spent that night at my brother Alan's and got to visit and catch up with him and his wife Raquel and their two foster children.

--Sunday morning we were so blessed to go to church with Malachi and Lexi (they live next door to Alans) and then spend time with them afterwards.

There's more to the eventfull but I think I'll save that for the next post.

The promise of Deuteronomy 33:25 proved true again!

"As your days — so shall your strength be!" Deuteronomy 33:25

Autumn Fun

Wed, 29 Sep 2021 16:42:38 -0400

We are enjoying the beauty and bounty of Autumn.

Karin's Tennessee Sunday bouquet

No photos to show for Monday, nor much productivity to speak up. I was so absorbed in a John Grisham audiobook, A Time For Mercy, that little else blogworthy was accomplished.

However, at a board meeting that evening, I was invited to pick apples at a friend's place on our road.

Tuesday, Jane and I decided to go there on our walk and relieve the apple tree of some of its heavy burden. Ever since, I have been trying out different apple recipes.

Kayla, who works at the local public library, started a weekly Wiggles and Giggles class for little ones from 1 to 5 years old. I happened to be nearby so caught a glimpse of the fun activities she has them do. I could've benefited from joining in, but was a little embarrassed to do so at my age.

Michael continued work on heating installations of Stephan's new house for most of the week. But Friday we took off on an overnight backpacking trip with friends from long ago.

We took the Salamonie Bloodroot Trail. The weather was perfect. The exquisite beauty of paths lined with goldenrod and other autumn blooms blessed my soul.

Resting and settling in at #2 primtive campsite with Bill and Jane Hemmick.

We ate, hiked another two miles without backpacks to explore the area, built a fire, played games, watched the moon come up, and talked non-stop.

On our way back out the next day we tried a couple different paths, and encountered some formidable obstacles. This huge vine-covered tree must have fallen not long before.

Some people look like movie stars even the second day. I, on the other hand, was hesitant to walk into a restaurant on our way back to civilization.

Hunger and tiredness prevailed, however, and we went to Nick's Kitchen (on the right) in Huntington.

I was reminded that my father pastored a church in this town some 78 years ago while a student at Grace Seminary. Hmmm. . . wish I could learn more about that time and place. I do remember Mother saying that a table and chairs we inherited from them were given to them by my Hirschy grandparents while they lived in Huntington.

Let’s Get Tech-y: How to Create Style Tags

Fri, 24 Sep 2021 19:46:40 -0400

Hey you guys! I did a thing! I created a YouTube video on my very own YouTube channel that now has exactly ONE video! It’s taken a while, but YES, YouTube! In many of my previous tech-y posts, I’ve talked about how to work in Microsoft Word in order to prepare a manuscript to the […]

Last week of summer.

Wed, 22 Sep 2021 15:34:21 -0400

These beautiful blooms planted in July were nearly buried in weeds.

The lovely Blakely girls, our favorite landscaping crew, weeded and mulched the flower garden by Leah's house last week. Just received pics this week.

I finally picked up last week's paper that had my article.

Jane and I enjoyed our Tuesday morning walk. We explored areas of the Taylor U campus that we had not seen before.

Michael put in long hours at Stephan's every day, and stops at Menard's once or twice a day for more parts. He is working on the radiant heat control panel at this time. Father and son are focused on the inner workings of the house (heating and plumbing), not pretty or showy, but oh so important!

For more about the ongoing progress on the house, see Karen's weekly blog updates.

My work is to write. In March I began posting two chapters each month--the 1st and 15th are my self-imposed deadlines. Wednesday was the scheduled publication of chapter 14.

The task has become more demanding as I ran out of pre-written chapters, and now my primary source, my parents' letters, has dried up.

I try to give time each day to the process of furthering the story of my early childhood in Argentina.

1. Determine scope, content and theme of the chapter.
2. Research the sources, historical context, relevant photos and theme-appropriate Scripture.
3. Compose the narrative, edit and revise.
4. Schedule to publish on My Argentina.
5. Send English version to friend in Argentina for translation.
6. Edit, discuss and come to an agreement on any changes.
7. Post and schedule publication on Mi Argentina querida.

So, at the beginning of the week I was working on steps 6 & 7 for chapter 14. And then began immediately on chapter 15.

Later in the day come the chores--cooking, cleaning, etc. In the evenings when we finally are together, we sit in our favorite recliners, watch Jeopardy and some other show. That's when I knit a few more rows of whatever project is on hand. Eventually, stitch by stitch, there is a finished product. I truly enjoy making something useful out of scraps. This came from a massive pile of tangled yarn I found at the Helping Hand store. Not sure where it will go now. Perhaps to a program that helps out children in foster care.

Can you see what's wrong with this outfit?

Friday was Kristie's birthday. A couple days later we were privileged to visit them in their new house and see two of Sam's pendulum paintings. Wow! He is quite the artist.

Saturday was an adventure-filled day. Michael was going to go bicycling alone. I suggested we go hiking together. I was thinking of the cross-country trail. In an effort to make the adventure comparable to his usual 80 to 100 mile bike rides, he planned a route through our woods, across the road to another woods, to the cross-country trail, then the road to another trail and walk home. I asked how long that would take. What he hadn't counted on was that over the summer the paths he knew were all overgrown. He was leading me into the jungle! When we came out on the first road, we just walked home.

Early afternoon, we had some delightful little visitors. Kalani is fascinated by the wooden duck decoys.

Three grandboys arrived soon after to spend the night. We enjoyed an afternoon of games and fun.

They stayed back that evening when we went the wedding of Stephan and Karen's neighbor, Jasmine. For years now she has been a regular at Monday Night Dinner, so we've all become good friends.

The ceremony took place in the front field of Stephan's property.

The wedding arch; the couple; Boomer, the ring-bearing dog

We sat next to this lovely lady with the golden hair. The sun shone so bright. Karen's hair glistened like gold.

It was a fun evening. And when we got home, the boys were still alive and awake. Elijah had prepared a tasty egg dish.

Sunday afternoon, we took the boys home and toured the new house. It was wonderful to spend the afternoon catching up with one another.

The boys brought out the new musical instrument in the family, Zion's trombone. My Dad would've loved this scene.

To Write a Wrong Review

Wed, 15 Sep 2021 18:35:12 -0400

A few years ago I was at my first American Christian Fiction Writer’s conference. I had traveled with a friend and arrived early as she was attending the early bird meeting.

After offering to help with registration, I began to walk around and try to look like I belonged. Too early to check in to the hotel, I feigned interest in the art on the walls and strolled casually in a circle.

And so I might have done for hours. Except Jen saw me. She introduced herself and invited me for coffee. She chatted about writing, asked me about my story, and banished the lost lamb feelings.

So while I do love her books, I also count Jen as a friend.

Here is my review of her latest book:

Ever since I was introduced to Daphne in To Steal a Heart, I have been excited to read her story. I was not disappointed.

As someone who has also experienced writer’s block, I could identify with Daphne from the very first page. Soon, a kleptomaniac parrot and a pirate dog joined the cast and hurled me into a story that was by turns hilarious, madcap, poignant, and mysterious.

I was excited to see the return of many characters from the first novel. From a love-struck poodle (in the midst of an epic romance with the pirate dog) to the enigmatic heroine’s friend who is never seen without her widow’s weeds and veils, the supporting characters were each unique and entertaining.

Although funny, the novel touches on some serious topics and features a heroine trying to find her courage. Themes of unanswered prayers are examined. I also really appreciated that Daphne was a strong female character who used her intelligence and creativity to solve the mystery.

I highly recommend this book, and I can’t wait to read Eunice’s story. Seriously, why is she hiding behind those veils?

I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.

I hope you enjoy the book as much as I did.

Festivals

Tue, 14 Sep 2021 20:32:22 -0400

Beauty is all around, changing with the seasons. Here again, a delightful bouquet from Tennessee.

Our weekend was all about the Upland festival--yard sales, food vendors, Saturday rib fest, Sunday chicken noodle dinner, ice cream socials, fire works, a 5k race, and culminating with the Labor Day parade.

I debated long, should I participate in the 5k this year or is it time to give it up. Michael's example of bicycling 80 - 100 miles per week, encouraged me to keep on keeping on as long as physically possible. So, Monday morning I set out early for the annual race. The sunrise was beautiful and the weather perfect.

Alternating between a run and a walk, I managed to finish in 46'09" and earned a third place medal. However, it was not quite fair in that everyone else was competing with their five-year age range, and I was up against those thirteen years younger in the 65 and above category.

Nevertheless, to of push one's self, put one foot in front of the other and hang in there to the end, is a worthwhile experience to empathize with those who go through difficult life circumstances every day.

I was thinking especially of our daughter, who couldn't be there to watch the parade with us like every other year.

My favorite parade entry was that of our church, led by a couple of our pastors. I especially liked the theme: "God is wild about you." One of the hardest concepts to grasp and appropriate is how much God loves us.

Tuesday, Michael and I walked the trail and were greeted by this beautiful lighted path. I was reminded of a phrase I often hear on the Daily Audio Bible podcast when Brian Hardin welcomes a brand new sparkly, shiny day or week.

Wednesdays, whenever my friend Petey is in town, we meet for coffee and delightful conversation.

That was the day Michael fell off a small ladder, flat on his back and hit his head, but thankfully had no broken bones nor a concussion. He continues to work almost daily at Stephan's, almost done with the electrical and now mostly on the heating system. The job also requires multiple trips to Menards where he's become a favored customer!

The Matthew's Covered Bridge festival September 10-12, was a good time to promote the robotics club, a few parents, students and mentors took turns there selling some items, showing off one of the robots, and talking to passersby about the program.

Meanwhile on the mural side of the building there was a tent set up to meet the artists and accept donations to cover the remaining expenses incurred.

Abby Braswell, the artist and designer

A sign explaining the mural

A few pieces of Abby's ceramic art were also displayed there in the tent. These were unique pieces she made for a couple of college courses incorporating Greek mythology and pottery styles of the day. Can you guess which zodiac sign each represents?

Saturday, 911, yet another festival! I took Diane to Swayzee Days for her 68th birthday. My new friend, Kate Carpenter--folksinger, songwriter, storyteller--had three gigs scheduled throughout the day. We got to participate in her lively interactive 2:00 o'clock session with these kids pictured here.

In the evening Michael took me to the Covered Bridge Festival. We met a lot a friends and acquaintances amidst the crowds, and had fun visiting with vendors, viewed very much merchandise we could live without.

Only one photo: a sample of pour art, which a good friend had tried to teach me.

Michael got his 100 miles in for the week! The group had an early morning start on the Dam to Dam event.

Did you enjoy any small-town festivals this summer?

Visits and visitors

Wed, 08 Sep 2021 10:52:54 -0400

Cousin Karin's end-of-August bouquet includes her last gladioli standing proudly for all to enjoy!

As August was coming to an end, we noticed weather changes, relief from stifling heat. But, I don't know if I'm ready for summer to end.

Twice at church, and again during Monday Night Dinner, we enjoyed many stories of God at work in Honduras. Wes and Cindy Williamson lived and worked there for many years. Their four children grew up in Honduras, and are now finding their place as adults in the US.

Interestingly, when Wes was a 17-year-old freshman at Taylor University, he worked with the church youth group and was one of Stephan's leaders. That's where he met the girls' leader, Cindy!

Tuesday was the eagerly awaited overnight visit from Kendra, passing through on her long trip to California to participate in Taylor University's Los Angeles Internship Program for outstanding film and media students.

Moriah, who works from 6 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., was able to join us for dinner.

Both seen here with strawberry pie instead of our customary shortcake dessert.

Wednesday, bright and early, we said goodbye to Kendra for her days-long trek across the US, Road Atlas in hand. Later that day, a good friend joined her for the rest of the road trip.

Thursday afternoon we visited Moriah's new living situation, a lovely apartment in Indianapolis. And, of course, had a Splendorous evening. But left before her early bedtime.

She showed off the features of her new furniture, but actually does sleep in her bed at night!

It was fun to hear about the life of an engineer.

The week was very full. These are only the highlights.

Michael goes to Stephan and Karen's almost daily, plodding along with all the intricacies of the electrical installation for the new house.

Here is a Spanish homonym question: How many wires are in the circuit breaker box, cincuenta or sin cuenta?

The circuit breaker box

Karen had this lovely photo in her blog of one of the first results of Michael's diligent work--light!

Kalani, an early Saturday morning visitor, was fascinated by these ducks different from the ones he feeds at the Gas City park. The family came to pick up the four-wheeler for the Labor Day weekend festivities.

Shortly after, I left to volunteer at the Helping Hand store with these two ladies. I soon discovered that Ethel, on the right, was Malachi's babysitter, oh so many years ago.

Sunday, after another very full day, we attended a marriage celebration reception for this lovely couple who wed earlier this summer. Christian and his siblings were on the robotics team for a while. Emilee has had a very adventurous life and has been to other countries, including four months or so in Cambodia. They are now working in Bozeman, Montana.

We are very privileged and honored at our age to enjoy relationships with the younger generation.

Vacation, the chapter published this week, led me to think about the theology of rest. We have not had an official getaway this summer, but we do find moments of renewal in the midst of busyness, and are especially grateful for the health we enjoy.

Week 35 Highlights

Wed, 01 Sep 2021 17:49:04 -0400

Sunday, August 22, another Tennessee bouquet to brighten this post. Thank you, Karin!

It was also a very special day for my brother Aldo and his wife Alice--their 50th wedding anniversary!

We couldn't be with them in Denver, CO, so I was very happy to see this photo.

Asha and Joanna, both juniors, had already moved into their dorm and were preparing to welcome new students during International Orientation. Sunday evening they came back for a special meal and brought another friend from India, Sumana. Moriah came to visit as well. Later that night we welcomed our fourth Indian guest, Amy.

Asha and Enoch Eicher, Moriah, Mike, Joanna V. and Sumana

Joanna came back to spend the night and welcome her sister Amy into this new world of college, Taylor University and America!

Amy and Joanna Vasudevan

Amy and Enoch could not move to campus until Tuesday, so they went with us to Monday Night Dinner.

Someone is swimming. Oh, it's Enoch!

Tuesday noon, our last two Indian visitors were welcomed on campus by their older siblings, official IO (International Orientation) greeters. We haven't heard from them since.

Amy, Enoch, Asha, Joanna

Wednesday we were invited to meet up with OM friends from eons ago in Berne. As always, so much reminiscing and catching up, so many stories.

Mike, Rita, Vreni and David Greenlee

Apart from these highlights, our life routines continue--Michael works most days on the electrical installations at Stephan's new house and I on my priorities: WWW (writing, walking and the Word).

I've been using an app called Seek to identify various plants on my walks.

It was fun to get away Saturday evening and watch Elijah (#42) on Greenfield Central's soccer team, beat Yorktown 4-0. However, the sun was very intense!

I had spent much of the day restoring our guest spaces, readying for another visitor.

In Enoch's room I found he'd protected the clay sculpture, I smiled.

But am sorry to hear of the virus still affecting people here and there. Our youngest grandson had a fever today and tested positive.

Let’s Get Tech-y: Ordering Your Front Matter

Tue, 31 Aug 2021 15:14:37 -0400

After you’ve created your title page, copyright page, and table of contents (as explained in the linked previous blog posts), you may have other pieces that you will need or want to include in the front matter. Here is Chicago Manual of Style’s order of front matter. Title page (must have) Copyright page (must have) […]

Visitors and Visits

Tue, 24 Aug 2021 16:29:02 -0400

Our most constant and numerous visitors are the hummingbirds. Michael fills their sugar water feeder daily! It is very difficult to photograph the half a dozen or so flitting about at one time. Perhaps you can see a couple in this pic.

Sunday, somewhat tired, we decided to take one of our gift cards and eat out. We enjoyed the nearby Brittish cuisine at Payne's Restaurant. The more recent Garfield statue there reminded me of the years when Elijah and I followed the Grant County Garfield tour on his January birthday trip.

Mid afternoon, Stephan called and invited us to join them at Ivanhoe's. We never pass up an opportunity to be with our kids!

Nor can we pass up Ivanhoe's strawberry shortcake!

The funny thing was that we were scheduled to meet with our home group for ice cream that evening at the newly remodeled Cammack Station! We definitely exceeded our calorie intake that day!

Between these outings we were still preparing to welcome guests. The "Ship Room" was rather empty after Moriah moved out so Michael purchased a couple pieces of furniture and spent hours assembling them.

Three arrived Monday mid afternoon. A kind friend of the Eichers drove them all the way from Chicago and then immediately turned around and headed back home.

Joanna Vasudevan, Enoch and Asha Eicher

The Eicher siblings are Andi Eicher's children and grandchildren of our dear friends, Ray and Christa, and now fourth generation Taylor alums. Asha and her friend Joanna are returning juniors. It is Enoch's first year and first time in America.

They caught on rather quickly to Splendor, our favorite game, and it became a nightly ritual with Enoch.

The girls could move into their dorm earlier because of roles and responsibilities on campus. They were happy to have Enoch along to haul their luggage.

Enoch offered to cook for us. He came prepared with all the necessary Indian spices. So we were introduced to pav bhaji, a spicy vegetable mash that you scoop up with rolls fried in butter.

Thursday we were invited to dinner with the Pawley family. They are on furlough from Cambodia. The two older boys are entering Taylor University, their dad Eric's alma mater. Joe, the oldest has been on the robotics team. MeeSun prepared food from her homeland, Korea. They will be leaving two sons behind, and Tom the youngest will be on his own. Who do you think is feeling the separation the most?

Friday evening was the popular House Hunters, a very well organized event where the women of the church travel in groups to homes on their assigned route and have a contest to see and find out certain things at each place.

The house that stood out for me was where Argentine artifacts were displayed on the walls: a cow hide mate surrounded by pictures of gauchos and a boleadora, a type of throwing weapon used to entangle the legs of cattle or game.

Boleadora

Felix Aguilar VI, the homeowner, comes from a long line of important Argentines. His great great great grandfathers' portrait hangs over the mantel. Two framed documents from 1954 certify that the then president, Juan Domingo Perón, assigned him as Argentine consul in Chicago with jurisdiction over twelve mid western states, and that President Dwight D. Eisenhower recognized him as such.

Saturday I introduced Enoch to two special places. At the Helping Hand store he purchased a couple good jackets for colder weather.

And at Ivanhoe's he had a sandwich and a sundae, and the obligatory photo by Garfield.

Those are the highlights of our week, but not the end of visits and visitors. Come back next week for more.

Transitions

Tue, 17 Aug 2021 13:35:39 -0400

This week I was made aware of a these lovely pink lilies popping up everywhere, Lycoris squamigera, rightfully referred to as Surprise Lily or Resurrection Lily, also naked ladies ;-).

All of our family young ones are in school now. Sam and Kristie's boys in Greenfield system, where she works as an ABA (Applied Behavior Analyst), began in July. Karen started a new teaching job, 8th grade English in Alexandria, on August 4, one day before her birthday.

July 29: Elijah (11), Zion (6), Jude (3)

Rebecca enjoys riding the school bus this year.

August 10: Rebecca (2)

A good article appeared in the Chronicle Tribune a couple days later. Surprise, Rebecca on the front page!

Students, staff, smiles return to Eastbrook

She also started ballet lessons. Piano has not begun just yet because her teacher just had a baby!

Wednesday we did meet little Reuben and deliver a meal and gift.

Thursday was Moriah's final move, the last items out of her room here and all into her own apartment in Indianapolis. Her job at Allison Transmissions begins Monday the 16th.

Friday I took Leah for her long delayed hernia surgery. And, surprise!, the surgeon found a second hidden one nearby. The double repair was successful, no mesh needed. Leah is glad to have that over, but she's dealing with the pain now.

Saturday, the 14th, was Rebecca's 7th birthday. Matt and Kayla are wonderful party hosts. The occasion has become an annual ALL family gathering with cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, several great grandmas, even one 91 year-old great great grandparent!

As life moves on from one season to another, through many transitions and changes, both good and bad, joyful and painful, I am reminded that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever! (Heb. 13:8)

Friends, highlights of Week #32

Wed, 11 Aug 2021 13:19:04 -0400

Cousin Karin says her flowers are not as plentiful anymore. I appreciate each bouquet. I think they make great blog post openers.

A humorous God-appointment happened Sunday. We had wanted to get together with a couple who had last invited us over for food and games. I suggested to Michael that Sundays after church were easier to schedule than to try to find an open evening throughout the week. And we certainly had an abundance of food, Michael's specials--bread, gazpacho, ice cream and my zucchini brownies.

So, he looked up the name of the friend to text. It wasn't till someone else responded with, "Sorry, we are on our way back from Colorado," that he realized he'd sent the invite to a group, his hiking buddies! We had no idea how large the party would become. However, it was perfect, a fun time with friends.

Monday, we met with more friends, old friends (well, about our age) from long ago. In fact, Fred was the best man at our wedding.

Instead of coming to Upland, they met us at Stephan's place where Mike was working so they could see the progress on the house. When I took Karen for a tour of the whole property, we admired Stephan's storybook bench.

Tuesday, I took sis-in-law Diane for a little outing to a nearby coffee shop. The art displayed is quite unique.

Wednesday, Michael went camping with his hiking buddies to Shades State Park, a beautiful restful time.

Meanwhile, I was very focused on writing a new chapter. Until now I'd been able to work on previously written pieces. I knew they would run out sometime, and that day came sooner than I anticipated. My self-imposed twice-a-month deadlines will keep me busy from now on.

Even so, I took off Thursday afternoon and put in a couple hours helping to paint the mural. It was a great break. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with the other painters as I worked my way across the lower part giving a second coat or cleaning up the edges of the dark green waves of grass.

I try to maintain my walking goals, always noticing new things along the way.

Both dead?

A writer friend called some time ago for comments about my visit with two grandsons to Minnetrista's Bob Ross Exhibit. She quoted me in her article and gave me a copy of the magazine!

I was able to send chapter 12 to my translators to work on over the weekend, which is when he has time. Whew! So grateful to meet that deadline!

Here is a teaser. Come back August 15 to My Argentina to find out what these few photos are about.

I certainly would love to hear about the highlights of your week!

Another full week - #31

Wed, 04 Aug 2021 11:52:33 -0400

Karin's Sunday bouquet 7/18/21

Our hydrangeas have finally made their pompous appearance.

If we're low on bread, Michael bakes more on Sunday afternoon or evening. He enjoys trying new recipes. This one has olives and tomatoes. However, he's very sparing about how much he consumes.

Monday afternoon, Michael, Leah and I went to the Switch Up in Van Buren to finish painting the last little characters on the climbing wall. The center logo, Sarah will paint.

Then we went to Stephan's dinner and admired his timber framing progress. Notice the live edge above what is going to be the door to the under-the-stairs-pantry.

On the way home we stopped to buy several more dozens of corn, which we then had to stay up till midnight to process and freeze.

And we came home through Matthews to make sure the mural-painting team had everything they needed to begin the daunting project. Unfortunately they had rented the wrong lift, one only safe for indoor use on smooth floors.

The next day they had obtained an all-terrain boom lift. This was the progress a couple days later.

The mural features the best of Matthews and promises to be a stunning addition to the small town.

This is the same building complex where the East Central Indiana Robotics team is housed.

Michael went backpacking again with a few of the UCC Hikers and sent me this photo.
I was glad for him that he got away from the many responsibilities that weigh him down right now.

That afternoon, Rebecca and I went with my friend Petey and her granddaughter to an event at Minnetrista very popular among little girls -

Faeries, Sprites, and Lights.

Unfortunately, the insects were on a rampage and feasted on Rebecca. The miserable itchy welts shortened our experience.

Throughout the week, I spent long hours on a better conclusion to chapter 11, scheduled to publish August 1.
Saturday was especially frustrating because of trying to wrap things up for the deadline and running into so many technological issues.
And Michael was gone all day on his weekly bicycle ride with the Muncie group.
Add to that, we had planned a birthday celebration for Skye's 24th that evening.

Fortunately, I had spent all day Friday preparing for the event.

"All's well that ends well," is that a saying? [Just looked it up. Oops! It is a Shakespeare play!]
Anyway everything ended superbly. The party was so much fun--Kalani doing all the motions to Wiggle songs with all of us joining in the motions; the birthday meal and Krazy Koch song (looks like Destiny enjoyed the family tradition!); and the guys going wild over the tools Michael had so much fun buying for Skye.

Oh, and the chapter conclusion was acceptable, and Locusts published as scheduled!

And now to wrap up this weekly photo journal - the surprise blooms of the week that come with memories.

Years ago, at the wedding of our dear friends' daughter, each guest received a small packet of bulbs.

Let’s Get Tech-y: Building Your Table of Contents

Sat, 31 Jul 2021 15:21:34 -0400

If you’re writing nonfiction, you will definitely need a Table of Contents (TOC). If your book is fiction, you may or may not include one. You can prepare a TOC a couple of ways. While Microsoft Word does offer an automated feature, it can be a bit cumbersome to use if you don’t understand how […]