Given
our remote setting, the Lomalinda bunch didn’t have many worldly ways to relax
and refresh.
As
a result, we created events—
parties,
skit nights,
parades . . .
beard-growing contests . . .
fancy
hat contests,
office parties
banquet events . . .
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| Karen and Linda on far left |
surprise parties,
potluck dinners,
soapbox derbies . . .
fund-raising events,
talent shows . . . .
Remembering
those events—
and
especially those dear people—
makes
me smile.
Our
family was writing fun new stories,
with
new characters,
in
such an unexpected place.
To
paraphrase 1 Corinthians 2:9 (CEB),
God had gone ahead of us
and prepared good happenings
that
would never have crossed our minds.
(From
Chapter 15, Please, God, Don’t Make Me Go: A Foot-Dragger’s Memoir)
