quiet prairie home...
These wonderful people are getting to spend this week with my husband. He took a group of four from our church and they will not return until late, late Sunday night. What I do know is that they arrived safely this past Sunday however, their luggage did not. They were hopeful to pick it up today while in the city.
Having grown up an only child and being a fairly independent person, I don’t have a hard time being alone but without my husband I realize how very quiet our home is. He fills it with such a presence that is sorely missed and entirely noticeable when he is gone. I miss him so very much but know that this is an incredible opportunity for him. I am excited to see him when he gets home, anxious to have him wrap his arms around me, and anticipating all of his stories, lessons, gleanings, etc. that he has had in these past eight days.
I am reading a great book, because I promised I would, called Mudhouse Sabbath. I am really enjoying it and am challenged by it as well. It is written by a Christian who was a devout Jew and she is recapping a lot of the strict Jewish customs and putting them into a fresh perspective. Her point is not so much that we should adopt them, but maybe understand a deeper and more important/intimate connection between our lives and God through our actions, our hospitality, our grief, observing a Sabbath and more.
It is very, very cold here as it is a lot of places and we received about 5 inches of snow. Some neighbors were kind enough to dig out the pregnant lady’s driveway for her and shovel a path to her front door. I know I lamented in my last post about the lack of goodness in people but now I have to bite my tongue as I have also seen the innate goodness of people who give for no reason but to give. I like when I can be proven wrong.
Having grown up an only child and being a fairly independent person, I don’t have a hard time being alone but without my husband I realize how very quiet our home is. He fills it with such a presence that is sorely missed and entirely noticeable when he is gone. I miss him so very much but know that this is an incredible opportunity for him. I am excited to see him when he gets home, anxious to have him wrap his arms around me, and anticipating all of his stories, lessons, gleanings, etc. that he has had in these past eight days.
I am reading a great book, because I promised I would, called Mudhouse Sabbath. I am really enjoying it and am challenged by it as well. It is written by a Christian who was a devout Jew and she is recapping a lot of the strict Jewish customs and putting them into a fresh perspective. Her point is not so much that we should adopt them, but maybe understand a deeper and more important/intimate connection between our lives and God through our actions, our hospitality, our grief, observing a Sabbath and more.
It is very, very cold here as it is a lot of places and we received about 5 inches of snow. Some neighbors were kind enough to dig out the pregnant lady’s driveway for her and shovel a path to her front door. I know I lamented in my last post about the lack of goodness in people but now I have to bite my tongue as I have also seen the innate goodness of people who give for no reason but to give. I like when I can be proven wrong.
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1 Comments:
honduras is beautiful and we finally have luggage. I don´t know if i could put into words what its like down here. tremendous, painful, beautiful, obscene, crazy...i´m not worried about dying because of critters, but by simply driving around. unbelievable.
i miss you darlin, but this was an incredible experience (already). i did eat a lemon the size of pepper´s head on monday. i´m not even sure why. i sent you an email as well, but i know mom reads this too. all is well, and perhaps some cigars for dad and i will make the trip to the states.
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Casey Tygrett, at 4:17 PM, February 07, 2007
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