Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Connections and reconnections

Saturday, October 11, 2025

We walk - untangling the dogs takes some skill when 3 big ones walk on a leash. Little Bailey gets his own leash so he doesn't get trampled.

We pass a group dressed in cowboy hats, jeans, and boots. Hmmm.

For supper I fry mushrooms and corn to make a sauce to go with dumplings. The final ingredient (curry) ruins it but we eat it anyway.

Sunday

What a reunion with the family we love at IES Bandung! Titik's flowers are refreshing to the soul.

Sunday is always feels like coming home but after 4 weeks away, today is even more so.

W and I are weary with jetlag so we go home for an hour to shower and unwind. Shall we eat? Should we order in? Maybe we can go to Homeground for Chinese food? Neither of us can make a decision but we go out the gate and walk up the hill.

It's a God-thing. We meet people we haven't seen for a long time in a happy coincidence. It's their first visit to the restaurant; and we almost stayed home. We pull our tables together and talk about life and God for hours.

"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else." ~ Emily Dickinson. I often feel that way. We toddle down the hill back home to rest, pondering the mystery of our faith.

Monday
We're on a double loop walk before work starts. After morning calls, my head starts spinning with sewing measurements. We'll use flat sheets as curtains to cover the 10' tall windows at the project. Some windows span long rooms so we need to add a wide drop of the same pattern.

Hopefully I don't need to buy more. I pull out the fabric stash from under our bed and calculate "if they're cut into thirds lengthwise, or halves, or ...?" how much do I have to work with?

A friend comes for lunch and conversation. It's pleasant on the Porch. We'll miss this spot when we move.
We cover numerous subjects, including one of the big scams here: loans. The agreed interest is staggering and several young people we know have fallen into the debt trap.

Tuesday
After the walk come morning calls and texts. I can hardly remember life before we checked in with the world when the day started.

One of the delights of our home is the green spaces. Over 10 years, we've planted and seeded and we've had a mature and diverse garden. Today there are avocados from the tree in the backyard.
On the side wall, orchids are blooming.
When he arrives, the yardman walks with me to the project to discuss the relocation of the gardens. The bushes he replanted while I was napping yesterday? They have to be moved.

When W and I return before noon to see what's been done, he's moved around the transplants as we discussed and added new shrubs. It's a hot day under the blazing tropical sun - the best scenario for the plants would be a solid rain tonight.

 It's time to start compiling the surveys for the new book. I keep losing track of digital files, setting me back whenever I step away and start up. But do I want 500 printed pages? nope. Rethink. W spends hours sorting it out.

The team comes over mid-afternoon for prayer, debrief, and connection. How we've grown to love and treasure these relationships.
In the evening, I talk to A, my spiritual director - she shares a poem (below) that pulls my heart into the Presence.

"What do you want from God?" she asks. Two things: calm wisdom, plus the passionate fire of spiritual life.

Read more:

*His authority would last forever, and his kingdom would never end. Daniel 7:14

Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. 

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. Philippians 2:1-4


* If we have died with him, we will also live with him. 2 Timothy 2:11


* Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Hebrews 13:8

Moravian Prayer: Christ, our eternal savior, you speak to us in all times and places. You are our constant, a guiding star for us as we navigate this tumultuous world. Though we change, your works remain our anchor. Let us hear your voice in all our tomorrows and praise your name our whole life long. Amen.

* BLESSED ARE YOU by Jan Richardson (janrichardson.com)


Blessed are you
who bear the light
in unbearable times,
who testify
to its endurance
amid the unendurable,
who bear witness
to its persistence
when everything seems
in shadow
and grief.


Blessed are you
in whom
the light lives,
in whom
the brightness blazes—
your heart
a chapel,
an altar where
in the deepest night
can be seen
the fire that
shines forth in you
in unaccountable faith,
in stubborn hope,
in love that illumines
every broken thing
it finds.

Friday, October 10, 2025

A flood ... and losing a day

 Sunday, October 5, 2025

Driving home from Marysville reminds us how beautiful the Pacific NW is. In the afternoon, we schedule the week ahead, including travel and reentry. As the weather cools here in the north, we look forward to the warmer weather of home. It's been a wonderful month of meeting people, good food, long drives, and several flights. We've seen more than we thought possible, learned a lot, and eaten enough to gain a few pounds.

But when crowds and freeways tire me out? I drop out, putter or read, and unwind.

Monday

I'm still puttering this morning. Tidy up. Make the bed. Have breakfast. Do laundry. Wash dishes. Steep tea (and tea and more tea.) Read Melissa Gate's The Next Day. (So good!)

Messages come and go as we wrap up this season. The kids are at their homeschool co-op so the house upstairs is quiet. I play some piano, releasing the tunes and rhythms whirling through my head.

W is totally captured by a cold. We're praying that he gets well before we travel ... and that I don't catch it. Is anything more miserable than sinus-splitting pain at takeoff and landing, never mind the head pressure of flying when ill? We mask in the car and the flat, hoping he keeps it to himself.

Today's the day to fill four suitcases so they pass the airport weigh-in tomorrow. This chore takes the most effort on the final days of itineration. W kindly gives up luggage space for project supplies, housewares, and the chocolate we both enjoy. The remainder will have to wait until he returns in the spring.

We are schlepping heavy-duty dog toys as well. Standard poodle Anton is destroying things back home. He needs diversions - hence the toys. He thrives on long walks and a weekly hike that burns off his still-a-puppy energy.

I stick my feet into a foot massager and stretch my back on a massage pad, thanks to T's generous offer to send them downstairs.

Mid-afternoon I meet the woman whose invitation prompted our move to Indonesia. Col and her husband Randy lived on Java until 11 years ago. They asked our mutual friend if she'd be interested in relocating to connect with college students in their city. That friend wasn't - but that caught our attention. Her request opened the door for us to consider moving abroad. (We ended up in Bandung but have visited where they lived.)

After we landed in Indonesia, we attended a conference on Lombok island. On the last day, Randy pulled a packet of Boh Gold Cameronian black tea from his shirt pocket. "You like tea? Try this. Best tea ever."

It's still my favorite. We can only buy it in Malaysia so visiting friends bring it along. I hand over a box for Randy's enjoyment. Seattle's highly-chlorinated water re-flavors every tea but he's probably used to that since he's lived here for a while.

Kim shows up with the wonderful TJ dark chocolate bars that we smash up for chocolate chip cookies back home.

On the way home, I pick up 3 supper pizzas from Little Caesar in Shoreline, pre-ordered by W. We enjoy time with our kids and grandkids, talking about future plans and praying together. It's an early bedtime since we're storing up rest for the arduous trip ahead.

Tuesday
Today's the last day in our flat. Our son kindly vacuums away the year's dust andly spots before we return each time. I love to come back to a spotless place so today is cleaning day. (Our son kindly vacuums away the year's dust and fly spots before we return each time.)

Our bedding is washed and stored while the white concrete floors are steam-washed. The suitcases await their final additions, including goodies from Quiet Waters Bakery, like "almost 70" cookie candles for my next birthday. Thanks to Keelee for her thoughtfulness! (We ate 2 at her picnic tea when we met.)
The grandkids scoot down for a hello and a few stories from each side. L has designed and built a Lego-brick revolver that alternates shots between chambers. He's a young engineer, for sure. W heads out for breakfast with a friend, his cold gradually getting better.

We listed the oldest of our pianos on Craigslist when we arrived. Someone tried to scam us with a fake check a few weeks ago but W caught it. Well, this time it's cash only. Chris brings a friend who knows something about pianos; he happily buys the Weber. It's the best "old" piano I've heard in a long time and will bring much joy. Pickup will be arranged with our son.
I'm left with a small Kawai upright, with art propped on top. Good enough.
I remake the bed for K's visit coming up and wash a few blankets to prepare the flat for the next guests.
Except that one of the blankets disintegrates completely in the washing machine. It becomes a mass of foam "oatmeal" that needs to be scraped out of the drum, the door, and the gasket ... what a mess. The bedding washed with it is a loss. It takes us all evening to scrape the pices out with a kitchen knife. We run a rinse load, hoping the pipes don't clog and back up.

But they do. When W goes to clean the pipes, he has to unscrew the base panel of the washer. The water gushes out, along with great clumps of blanket pieces. We toss basin after basin of water and oatmeal-like clumps into the bush behind the house. We run one final load 

We pack up the frozen food and T drives us to the airport before 9 PM. The flight isn't until 1 AM but W likes to get there early and it's more convenient for drop-off.

Wednesday-Thursday
Enroute we lose a day in the air because home is 14 hours ahead on the clock. The total trip is 30 hours, the fastest it's ever been.
The hair-raising part comes at the end: spending three to four hours in a car, going 30-120km (20-70mph), 3-10m (10-30 feet) from the bumper of the car, truck, and bus ahead. Of course, everyone is accelerating and braking, weaving across the lanes on the crowded freeway.

I divert my terror as I notice my feet getting sore from "braking" on the back of the front seat. I open my phone and read the rest of the way home.

Friday
We sleep like the dead. W and I walk the dogs when we wake up. We tour the project to see what progress has been made. Several neighbors and the regulars who walk the loop howdy with us.

Jet-lag fogs the thinking. We've decided on 2 rest days until Sunday but that's more aspirational than real. Usually I unpack the day we return so the room is cleared when we wake up. However, this morning the suitcases are still half-full. We brought bedding and other project goods that I don't want to unpack and repack. Luggage clutters up the room while I puzzle out how to how to store everything.
After the walk, the post-travel massage is so painful that I ask IbuSiti to come back next week for another round. We hardly moved in the USA; driving takes you everywhere. My exercise tracker buzzes a warning: the last 31 days have seen a drop in activity (from 9,000 steps to 2,000!) On our first day back, movement returns: 3 1/2 miles (5 km) and almost 8000 steps, without any special effort.

I listen to a podcast on the Porch and write the talk for Sunday. The dogs sprawl nearby after playing with their new toys and squeaking the living daylights out of them.
PakG gets a text: his uncle has died. In keeping with Muslim rituals, he must be buried in 24 hours. So PakG heads off to help his family.
In mid-afternoon, we walk over to the project to consult with the contractor about what remains to be done. They'll be close to the finish line once the electrical and plumbing is done.
We have our own list of To-Do's before we can use the facility. One of the tasks is to move our garden over to the new place.
For supper, we order rice and sambal (spices) at Ethnic, returning to the flavors of Indonesian food.
Their garden is beautiful - it's nice to be surrounded by tropical foliage.
Back home, we read Sunday's talk together with energy flagging. Our goal is to stay awake until 6 PM (4 AM West Coast time). Let's see if we make it.

Read more:

* [Joshua said to the people:] “Now fear the Lord and serve him with all faithfulness. Throw away the gods your ancestors worshiped beyond the Euphrates River and in Egypt, and serve the Lord. But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. 

But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:14-15

Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn, your vindication like the noonday sun. Psalm 32:4-6

* Come and see what God has done: he is awesome in his deeds among mortals. Psalm 66:5

* Jesus said to the centurion, “Go; let it be done for you according to your faith.” And the servant was healed in that hour. Matthew 8:13 [Read the story by clicking on the link.]

Moravian Prayer: Astounding Savior, we give thanks for your bounteous gifts in our daily lives. We pray for open eyes, so that we may continue to see your transforming power at work in and around us. In your name, we pray. Amen.

Sunday, October 5, 2025

Goodbye TX, Hello Canada!

Thursday, October 2, 2025

One of the fun things about having a creative daughter? Her home is constantly evolving. This week we toss around some options and W makes them a reality.

When she moved in, K covered a board with Washi tape to match a table top. That served well to cover a "full sun" window. 

This week, she finds an abstract print and hangs curtains so it looks like a landscape outside, especially with a sliver of sunshine coming in on each side. Nice.

When W and I walk the neighborhood, I'm struck by the rhythm of the garbage cans. You even get standardized bins when you have an HOA.

The last meal together is lunch at a favorite Mexican hole-in-the-wall. She and I order potato wraps.
The flight to Seattle is uneventful. I picked up sushi from Costco, so W and I eat that before boarding. There's no decent food on the plane anymore.
We watch the sun go down as we soar above the clouds.
By the time we land in Seattle, night has fallen.
As we wait for our luggage to arrive, I admire an art tapestry by Naomi Wajiku Gakunga: "As the earth basks in sunrise, another day of hope unfolds," 2021. It hangs on the gallery wall beside the luggage carrousels.
We pick up the loaner car from the parking lot and drive less than an hour to our flat. We're asleep before midnight.

Friday

But we're on the road again at 8:30 in the morning, after saying hello to the grandkids and children. This shorter drive, 3 hours north, crosses the Canadian border. We visit our mothers for the last time this year. The scenery is beautiful. The canals low, waiting for the water that is sure to arrive with the autumn clouds.

W drops me off and zips to visit with his mother and sister an hour away. He brings a 5 Guys burger for supper. We stay overnight with my mom.

Mom asks for a tour of her house to see what's still waiting to be given away. I pull her around in the walker, opening drawers, taking pictures of things to send to others. She urges me to take more family treasures. "Take whatever you want!"

I write the kids and grandkids along with photos, asking if there's anything they want. 11-yr-old L wants Grandpapa's collapsible measuring stick. Got it!

I find a wildebeest head in the sauna. Friends of our parents shipped home all kinds of African purchases in the 1970s, when Mom and Dad (and W's parents) visited and helped with a building project. The trophy head and other items were taken off the walls when the basement flooded a few years ago. 

Culture has shifted so much. The wealthy and powerful still bring whatever they want back from wherever they go, but no way could ordinary people take home that zebra tail anchored in a carved ivory post now!

I send "look what else I found!" pictures to our Kenyan and Tanzanian friends. "Wow, history!" they write back. They're amazed at what tourists collected 2 generations ago (in the 1970s.)

Another fun find is a dozen cookbooks. I taught a Sunday School class of 10-12-yr old girls when I was 15-16. W's sister was in it as was my friend Elaine. I text to see if they want a copy. The class collected recipes, I typed them out, had them copied, and stapled the pages together. It sold for 50c to fund a class project. The chocolate birthday cake Mom made for us as kids in included, a happy memory.

Saturday

After breakfast, Mom and I call grandchildren, children, and Auntie Edith who lost her husband last month. Mom takes a nap before we say our farewells.

The drive back to Seattle is under 3 hours. Since W is under the weather with a new cold, he showers and has a nap when we reach the flat. I start to pack the suitcases ... (and yes, that is a zebra hide ottoman in the background.)

Melissa brings one of our favorite tastes home for supper: Szechwan food. 
The sun goes down on the maples that are turning color in the forest behind the house.
The family prays together around the table before we all head for bed. W and I have another early morning coming up.

Sunday
We're out the door about 7AM. We turn around partway down the freeway. W has left behind the iPad we speak from. Do we have time to get it? He decides to ask someone to print out the talk instead, so we loop back on course on the next exit. That's a complete 360o in 10 minutes.

The Grove Church is pretty special, with a real family feeling. We enjoy time with fellow disciples of Jesus. Lots of people come up in the foyer, asking questions and sharing their lives. 
Lunch is at the nearby harbor - Chinese fusion food that is delicious. 
The "pin and thread" art on one wall is gorgeous.
Of course, it's the company that makes a meal most special. The guys are former students of W's from Northwest U.
W and I stroll along the docks in the beautiful crisp sunshine. I'm shivering with a thick sweater and W feels the cool air after our walk.
We're home in time for a hot shower, some tea, and a quiet evening. I cut my hair, just because.

Read more: 
Blessed is the one whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered. Blessed is the one whose sin the Lord does not count against them and in whose spirit is no deceit.


When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord.” And you forgave the guilt of my sin.


Therefore let all the faithful pray to you while you may be found; surely the rising of the mighty waters will not reach them. You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:1-7


* I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.nEven on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days. I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and billows of smoke. The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord.

And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved; for on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there will be deliverance, as the Lord has said, even among the survivors whom the Lord calls. Joel 2:28-30

* The one who calls you is faithful. 1 Thessalonians 5:24

Moravian Prayer: Steadfast Rock, your loyalty to us never wavers. You kept your covenant with us through Jesus Christ, our Lord; we pray for strength to live into the promise of his death. May we be faithful to you, as you are to us. In Christ’s strong name, we pray. Amen.

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Austin's flowers

Saturday, September 27, 2025

We fly to Austin early in the morning.

It's after noon when we are picked up by our daughter Kirsten.

We share a wonderful HEB barbecue supper. W buys supplies at Home Depot to repair K's hall. A leak from a disintegrated washer on her washing machine ruined the baseboard. 
While he sets up the project, she and I listen to her church service online.

Sunday
W replaces the warped baseboards and closes the drywall cut out by the plumber (who didn't find the leak.) How good to have a handy father!
The furniture returns to its place so the eye no longer stops at the floor.
I walk around the neighborhood, marveling at the number of cars = mostly 2-3 vehicles per driveway. The USA is a car-propelled country with long drives to stores and services unless you live in downtown in a city or in a very small town.
Many people are walking their dogs. This man reads a book as he strolls with his dog.
Texas is home to many wildflowers. The gardening season is long, though it's so hot and dry in mid-supper that plants have to be heat-tolerant.
The blooms come in many colors.
A cement truck is pouring a driveway nearby.
We sup at a Chinese noodle place. I love the flavors. And of course, noodles are my favorite food group.
Monday
W leaves for Springfield to meet with a theology commission. Kirsten and I visit a few discount stores for tablecloths that will become curtains. We have a pasta dinner that is so good I eat it before thinking about taking a photo.
We eat thick Chinese noodles for supper - so good.
Tuesday
We have a few things to pick up after a relaxing morning. We find a big print for a difficult window but K is also looking for a suitcase. We strike out so far.
After shopping, Kirsten prepares a delicious avocado toast for lunch.
The vehicle size here is extreme. 
In Springfield, W is picking up a goodies to take home to enjoy in Indonesia.
K and I love home renovation series so we watch a few episodes each afternoon as we relax together.
Wednesday
Kirsten asks for the homemade chocolate chip cookies she remembers from childhood. A half-recipe yields a few dozen. Sofa covers and rugs get washed and we return purchases that don't match expectations. Costco is one of our destinations for their international choices. German spaetzle? It's there.
We're back in late afternoon, when K makes a delicious lunch. After a little break, we tackle the fridge and freezer. Isn't everything more fun when doing it together? Food rests on a large towel while we reorganize and wash shelves, which are already quite clean so it doesn't take long.

After another home reno episode, I edit a journal article. Meanwhile, K drives off to bring W from the airport. He and I have sent greetings back and forth with mutual friends and scholars.

Read more:
Give praise to the Lord, proclaim his name; make known among the nations what he has done. Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts. Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice.

Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced, you his servants, the descendants of Israel, his chosen ones, the children of Jacob. He is the Lord our God; his judgments are in all the earth. 1 Chronicles 16:8-14

I am yours; save me. Psalm 119:94

* Suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared, and a light shone in the cell. He tapped Peter on the side and woke him, saying, “Get up quickly.” And the chains fell off his wrists. Acts 12:7

Moravian Prayer: We try to survive on our own, God. Eventually we need help, and you are the ultimate savior. May we always rely on you, knowing you will graciously be there for us. Thanks be to you, O God. Amen.