Everything AND the kitchen sink

Usually when we travel as a family, we move with A LOT of luggage. British Airways not only gives us a sizeable missionary discount, but also gives us a luggage allowance of 3 bags per person...that means our family can fly with 15 pieces of check-in luggage (not to mention all the carry-ons)!

Last year when we were coming back from furlough, we had 13 pieces of luggage filled with medicines, toiletries, birthday and Christmas presents, books, music, videos, shoes, clothes, and anything else we felt we needed for the next 3 years before we were due to go back home on furlough again. When you're shopping for 5 people for 3 years, it's easy for the luggage to pile up and up and up. I thought we were doing good because we were under our maximum allowance.

Nevertheless, we needed two vehicles to get us to the airport with all our stuff, and then had to hire a porter with one of those long carts to pile up all our trunks and suitcases on. We really did look like the Beverly Hillbillies, and it was all I could do not to start explaining myself to the passengers lined up for check-in who stood bug-eyed and gape-jawed as we trundled up.

I wanted to say, "You know, we live in Africa in a very small town, and you can't get very much out there, so when we come home we have to stock up on all the things we need for 3 years at a time, so that's why we have so much stuff," blah blah blah. But I just kept quiet and avoided making eye contact with anyone.

When it came our turn to check-in, the porter bravely maneuvered our massive cartful of luggage to the check-in desk, and through the hushed awe of the rest of the people waiting in line, I distinctly heard one man say, "Where's the kitchen sink?"

Well, friend, HERE IT IS!


We picked this and the toilet seats up in Kampala when I came back from visiting my granny.

Oh how I wish we had been travelling with this last furlough, just to round things off, like the proverbial icing on the cake. Nevertheless, we were finally able to travel with everything AND our kitchen sink!

Vacation and God

Just a little thought about vacation and God...

We were in Mombasa (Kenya) on vacation last month, and I had gone out one morning to have a little time with God.

My scripture verse for that day talked about abiding in God, and I thought about it for a minute and said, "Yes, I abide in God."

"No you don't," He said.

Startled, I blurted out, "Yes I do! I'm here right now aren't I?"

"Yes," He said, "but how many days of vacation did it take before you came to have time with me?"

Gulp. "Ummm..."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about." He said. "Abide means remain...stay...don't 'go on vacation' from me."

Ouch. "Sorry, Dad."

Then I thought about all the times John and I have gone on furlough, and spent long nights catching up with friends and family...too tired to get up in the mornings for our usual quiet times with God; too busy during the day to fit it in; too tired at night to try to meet with Him before bed. We end up taking a vacation from God, as if meeting with Him is somehow linked to a routine, a school calendar, or whatever.

I thought about this a bit more this last couple weeks when I was in the States. Seems common and normal for most of the church activities to go on hold during the summer...no care groups, no youth groups, no Bible studies. Lots of churches combine services and cut others out altogether. Sure, there are Vacation Bible Schools, and Church camps, and New Wine, and Spring Harvest, and all those things are great, but the regular meeting with God as individuals and groups is often paused.

Why do we do this, I wonder? Is it the activities that we tire of, that we need a break from? Is it too much to expect from ourselves to press into God without ceasing? And yet the Bible is so clear that we must remain in Him for Him to remain in us. We all know how it feels to drift away from the Word and from time with the Lord...how dry we get, how impatient and dissastisfied. Yet it's so easy to slip down that road.

What can we do to avoid this happening every summer...every furlough? Any ideas out there? I'm sure many of us would love to hear what others do to guard that special time with God.

Family is a gift from God

There is no doubt in my mind...family is a gift from God.

I like to describe my family as a patchwork quilt...we have lots of steps and halves...and yet God has chosen to knit all of our patches together into a unique collage that I call my family.

Coming home to see Granny has been a special blessing to me. I've gotten to spend lots of lots of quality time with not only her, but with my Dad and stepmom Jackie as well. We've laughed and cried and gone deeper than ever before.

Stepbrother Brad, Stepmom Jackie and Dad Lee

And Granny...my sweet, sweet Granny. Today, my last day, she was smiling and chuckling...her eyes were bright and she looked more positive than I've seen her the whole time I've been home. I will always carry the memory of this last 2 weeks we had together, mostly just her and me, hanging out at the rehab center, just loving each other. What an amazing gift from my Father.

Whenever she does go, I believe He'll be meeting her with open arms and saying, "Welcome home, my child."



Me, Granny, Half brother Richard, Sister LeeAnn


What an amazing God we serve.

Scenes from the Foothills

I had the opportunity to visit our home church here in Spokane yesterday. This is Foothills Community Church, and it's name is descriptive in that it sits at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains on the eastern side of Washington State.













The church is surrounded by farmland, mostly wheat and alfalfa. In the middle of acres and acres of crops you'll find a little oasis of green and brown...a farmhouse, barns and various bits of farm machinery.











As I was driving home yesterday after church, I was struck by the beauty of the landscape, and thought I'd show you all a bit of the scenery around here. All of these photos were taken within 2 miles of the church.


The second mountain top from the left is called Mt. Spokane...the mountain I learned to ski and snow board on. It's brown and bare now, but winter will change all that.










A combine harvester collecting all the wheat...




















...and then transferring the grain to waiting trucks.















Hay is either baled in big rectangles and stacked...




















...or rolled into balls that dot the land. (I'm sure there are other ways of baling and storing hay, but I'm a city girl!)



















These are common sights in the front yards around this neck of the woods.

We're a patriotic bunch.

More yard decorations.














Driving through these fields brought to mind Jesus' words,

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."

John 12:24

I've been thinking about death a lot this last 12 days as I've sat by my granny's side, holding her hand, praying with her. And it's given me a fresh desire to live this life fully and completely for the Lord. In order to do that, I've got to die daily to my own desires and plans that are not in line with God's plan. If I want to be fruitful, I've got to die to self. Death equals life, in God's kingdom, both now while we breathe, and later when we physically die.

It's all about surrender and falling into those loving arms that will catch us every time, and never let us go.

Me and Granny

Me and Granny

In the few days I've been home, Granny has improved dramatically. The rest of the family who saw her a week ago are amazed at how much better she's doing.

We had a great time together yesterday, just the two of us. I gave her a manicure and pedicure, and a nice long hand massage. Then we did a crossword puzzle (I gave the clues, she gave the answers).

The best part was reading Psalm 91 and talking about the faithfulness of God, and His protection to those who abide in Him. We prayed together and it was so sweet to hold hands and hear Granny give thanks to God for her loving family.

I'm really thankful to be able to be here and love on my Granny a little bit. I know she really appreciates it, and it's a blessing to me.

Table for one

I’m not used to this.




I was just sitting here in Entebbe, having a little time with God, when the ladies from the guest house came and set up
my table for dinner.

One place setting, one chair…it just doesn’t look right.








I’m used to shoving lots of bodies into our big truck and driving for hours to get anywhere…




…with lots of pee breaks along the way



















…and of course the necessary disinfecting with antibacterial gel after said pee breaks.















Or if we are traveling by plane, there are usually bags of toys and ‘keep the kids active’ stuff, that last time resulted in Noah decorating his window with play dough!



(By the way…don’t carry play dough in your hand luggage unless you want to be pulled aside and thoroughly searched by security. Apparently play dough exactly resembles bomb-making explosive plastic. We learned this the hard way.)


Needless to say, my travels are usually a lot more noisy, chaotic and full of hair-pulling frenzy. So why am I lamenting this solo travel experience…?

I have no idea! I should be reveling in the peace and quiet and luxury of time to myself.

But darned if I don’t miss that noisy bunch left behind in Arua.

Go ahead…tell me to get over it and just enjoy it. I’ll try, but it’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to.

Granny Margie

Noah and Granny Margie, taken 2008

Another difficult situation...my granny is sick and not handling it well. She's depressed and discouraged and just wants it all to end.

She took me in after my mother died when I was 15...she is like a mother to me, and hearing about her physical and emotional pain is very difficult for me.

I'm starting my journey back to Washington State to see her tomorrow. It will take me 3 days and 4 flights to get there, and I'm still tired from all the travelling we've been doing over the last couple of months.

Plus I'm going alone, which I find hard. I wish John could go with me, but it's not possible right now.

Please pray for safe journeys, strength and good health for me, and peace for my granny.

And may the name of the Lord be praised.