A weekend of joy…
Thursday evening, Saturday evening, Sunday morning, Sunday evening: busy, teaching, listening, praying, fellowship, hugs, café, pan dulce…
Monday morning, still rehydrating, recovering, remembering… thankful, joyful, expectant…
I enjoy telling people about Delia. In the top picture, the man wearing blue jeans is one of her sons, Rodolfo. If there is such a thing as a “mother in the faith,” that’s who she has been for us. Her friendship with my first wife, Linda, was deep and long. Our children were still in grade school when we were invited to spend Christmas with Delia’s family in Mexico City for the first time. Those were sweet, hospitable, instructive days for us. Not to mention the traditional meal… the only hard part was waiting until Christmas Eve night to eat it. We were the beneficiaries of her hospitality, devotion, and prayer life.
The weekend sparked conversations I’d like to pursue after I’m back in Washington State next week. Video sessions have become increasingly useful for me. I love learning who people are and how life experiences have shaped them. When the conversation is with someone serving God and others with warmth and enthusiasm, I marvel again at the sustaining power of God's grace that brought them to where they are now.
I feel like Barnabas must have felt when he arrived in Antioch and saw it with his own eyes…
“When he came and saw the grace of God, he was glad, and he exhorted them all to remain faithful to the Lord with steadfast purpose,” (Act 11:23, ESV)
I have a couple of doctor appointments and labs that crowded into this week before I head home. Last week's Tropical Storm Helene set things back.
Thank you for reading… thank you for praying!
Thank you for the picture-it’s good to see you with loving friends and family 😊