Sure, I’ll try it Dad. I know! If you don’t try it, how will you know if you like it? Pigs’ feet? Are you sure about this? Hey! Not bad! Mayonnaise? Dip the artichoke in mayonnaise? OK, I’ll try it.
Dad, are you watching over me? Can you see me? Can you hear me when I pray for you?
What I would do for one more walk with you in your garden. Potatoes ready for digging? Where, Dad, where?! I see myself kneeling in the dirt, scooping up the little potatoes. Dad is watching me, smiling. “Had a pretty good harvest this year, Susie-Bell. I think I’ve dug up 20 potatoes! OK, let’s go check out those Hollyhocks. I think they’re the tallest they’ve ever been!”
I have at least 50 pictures of Dad in his beloved garden. All the same. There’s Dad in his funny jeans, covered with funny patches to cover up the holes, with his ancient sandals he got on a trip to Mexico. He is smiling from ear to ear. Showing off his current harvest; sometimes a giant Hollyhock reaching for the sun.
I love you Dad. I miss you so much.
When was the last time you thanked God for your freedom? For thousands of children in Cambodia, it is their prayer; and for a few, they give thanks. I thank God for Agape International Ministries and for the SWAT team that works so hard to answer their prayers. I lift up in prayer all the teams, from all around the world, that support AIM on the ground in Svay Pak. I give thanks for all those that want to help and take a moment to send a donation to AIM so that they can continue the hard work of rescue, restoration and reintegration of young lives.
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Driving from one end of California to the other this week, I pushed the scan button on my radio hoping for something, anything, to keep me company. A cowboy’s voice belting out a love song: “Woke up this morning still drunk on your love. Now I know why I’m feeling so high, because I’m still drunk on your love.”
I immediately think of you and smile. You’ve been with me from the beginning. As the country singer continues to croon, I watch a flock of sheep frolic in a field of yellow mustard. I love how you do that! Every year, no matter what, you promise those subtle reminders of new life. New beginnings.
I finally make my way home and take a walk to stretch my legs after that long drive. The sweet fragrance of Acacia fills the air and my heart relaxes. Love is in the air. Breathe. Once again, a reminder that you are right there by my side. I can always, always count on you.
You are so clever. Just when I start to question, you lift a hawk high into the sky. He stretches his wings, and makes slow circles over my head, laughing at my doubt. That same breath of air gently brushes the blades of bright green grass on the path ahead and I am glad to be alive.
Thank you for not giving up on me. I am grateful and I love you. Remind me to open my heart to the possibilities that lie ahead.
There are friends who pretend to be friends, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. — Proverbs 18:24
Merry Christmas, dear friends!
My heart starts to beat double-time when I think about seeing these sweet children once again! I simply can hardly wait. My prayer: that we can bring them a reason to hope. That somehow, we can make a difference. That we can once again be a strong link in a chain of loving adults who allow these children to feel safe, even if for a few hours each day. Please pray for these children and for all those waiting to be rescued! My mission team leaves for Cambodia on January 14, 2016.