Safe Across the Pond
Caitlan has let us know that she and Kyle arrived safely in Oxford. Thanks be to God. I hope they have a wonderful time during his visit there. Then she will be studying day and night for her final exams (I think they are called collections) before coming home on June 17th. I am so proud of all her hard work and diligence. I know it has not been easy, but she has shown that she has the “right stuff.” I can just imagine her dad’s pride, and Joe’s as well. Brendan is safely in San Francisco after a solo cross country drive. He is hard core. He is gypsy. Ian continues his Hawaii interlude. I think the mainland is pulling his heartstrings, though, and I anticipate the day he settles closer to the Valley that we all call home.
Last night was so beautiful. I stood on Jerome and Janet’s deck with Baby Juliana in my arms. We looked at the little lake and the gorgeous spring flowers blooming among the trees. We heard the birds and the neighborhood dogs barking. The sun relfected on the water, and overheard a plane caught her attention. She pointed at the sky. I said, “Airplane?” Nancy called me from Iowa just to check on me after reading herein about my stolen purse misfortune. What a friend. Later we had grilled vegetables and the best grilled portabello mushroom sandwich ever, topped off the evening with some Yellow Tail Shiraz Reserve, prayed for two more friends who have had their cancer return, and for a high school buddy of Joe’s whose 32 year old son was killed in a car wreck on US Rte 27 yesterday (father of a little three year old). To live in a household of intercessor pray-ers is indeed a gift. Life is light and dark, mountains and valleys. Rick Warren says it’s like a railroad track–you travel on both rails. There is always happy and sad, difficulty and blessing. One thing remains. God is good.