Thursday was our assigned day to work in the kitchen at Luseland Bible Camp. This week is the senior teens week. A great bunch of kids, just over 20 registered. Lunch was pizza, supper was BBQed hamburgers. Morning breakfast even had oatmeal! No one starves and many enjoy a week of "teen" food. There are regular activities and crafts. A tuck time to eat junk food. And a few fun activities like the "slip and slide" below!
That was the title of a blog I wrote two years ago. We met with two missionaries and planned ways to link with them in their work in Japan. The thinking is still ongoing, but the progress seems small. We have prayed for them. We have had them speak at the church. We've posted their letters. But more is needed. I'm wondering what God has in store for us in the coming year!
Well, I just heard that Dad is probably being transferred to Rosetown today. He ate well this morning. I guess they figure he's good enough to ship down the road. And we'll be glad to see him a little closer!
This afternoon I had the great privilege of joining a group of seniors for "coffee". One of our loved seniors had been living in a rural manor a ways from Kindersley. Doreen has just returned. So, party time!! The selected spot was the Kindersley Inn. I changed to my party clothes and took off. Today I have no car. My transportation was my bike. The wind blew me there quite comfortably. The ride back was a little less enjoyable (have you ever noticed that sand, when blown hard enough, turns into a beautiful wavy pattern?). Upon entering the house I emptied my pockets. No cell phone. Now, I knew I had charged the phone earlier, and had placed it in my pocket. Since then I had ridden, first to the post office and then to the cafe. I jumped on my bike and retraced my path. No phone. With a bit of fatigue catching up to me, I stepped into the house. Now, sometimes the brain works best when least expected. I took our land line phone and dialed the cell phone number. I heard a slight ringing. After four tries I tracked down the cell phone. Where? In the pocket of the blue jeans I had worn to the post office. Unfortunately a change was not as good as a rest this time around!