Homestyle days…

I’ve been home just a week tonight.  I find it a wonder to be able to traverse in hours distances that would have been unthinkable to all the generations before us… Anyway, left Alaska with winter seeming imminent…

…and came home to take my weekly Saturday prayer hike in our lushly carpeted woodlands.  It’s mushroom picking season and we gleaned some chanterelles in the process, and had a little lunch break on these rustic little ‘toadstools’ in the middle of nowhere…


Canadians jump the gun on Thanksgiving celebration so Monday we marked our pumpkin harvest with homemade pie and the classic accompaniments…Our garden also contributed the potatoes,tomatoes, sage and table decorations, oh! and the apples for the apple pie!… The best part was having all the kids (minus Micah of course)  around the table for another year. 

Cycling days are another commodity not to be taken for granted at this time of year.  We had one of those glorious bright fall afternoons today and got to accompany our very own MP (Member of Parliament) on a promotional ride to catch the ferry—He’s “riding his riding” and was glad for the company.  A local bike shop saved the day when John needed an emergency pedal replacement enroute!

And tonight just when I thought the possibility for picture-taking gone, God tinted the sunset to catch my eye and give me just one more…

“Praise the LORD! Praise God in His sanctuary; Praise Him in His mighty firmament!”  Ps.150:1
--LS
“One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple.” Ps. 27:4

It’s Time…

It’s time…I kissed him gently on his age-softened forehead and said “I have to go now”…Being half asleep he did not protest the kiss or acknowledge the leave-taking.  In my pocket I held his speckled river rock, the one he’d brought to show me this morning along with a miniature machine like the ones he used to operate…I’ll put it with the unique flat skipping rock he gifted me another year… Dad likes rocks, and trucks still…but has lost the significance of good-byes. 

It’s a frosty bright morning, 15F (-10C), the clear weather has held.  It’s time to fly away and trust to God the ones that stay behind to brave another Alaska winter.

The hours elapse quickly engaged in conversation with a new friend and surrounded by such beauty…

  This God of ours that caused mountains to rise, promises to move them too in response to faith…

We’re counting on it!

--LS
As the mountains [are] round about Jerusalem, so the LORD [is] round about his people from henceforth even for ever. Ps.125:2