We just returned Friday evening from a two-week visit to family in Missouri. Actually, my husband was away on reserve duty at Scott AFB, Illinois, for two weeks before that, and I drove out on the Thursday before he was finished, with all the kids, to meet him, then we went on to MO to visit our families. After all the canning and packing and getting ready, I could actually feel the stress slipping away as I drove (I’d had Toby Mac’s “Getaway Car” going through my head the last 24 hours or so…and my apologies for not finding a link to lyrics without typos).
The drive back was longer and more grueling—we were pulling a trailer loaded with my piano (which I finally get to “bring home” after all these years), a couple of cabinets, half the canning jars in Sullivan County, Missouri, a huge sack of new clothes for the kids, most of my mom’s castoff Tupperware and kitchen stuff, and our luggage. We were blessed to find a nice enclosed trailer to buy rather than pouring $400 down the drain to U-haul, and the thing pulled like a dream (yay for our van’s V10 engine!)—but it took us 22 hours on the road, overnight, and I know I didn’t get more than 3 hours of sleep. I’m still recovering.
The visit overall was really good—I could feel the Lord’s Breath all around me so many times during the two weeks. Still, it’s nice to be home, in my own space.
Some things I learned …
Picking over gooseberries is even more tedious than snapping green beans.
Growing up a Midwestern farm girl never leaves one’s blood.
Having to release a baby back to the Lord’s arms still hurts, even after seven years.
95 degrees in July in north Missouri is cool and crisp compared to 85 in June on the South Carolina coast.
Fireworks are best viewed on a country hilltop, with the accompaniment of fireflies and the spangling of a waxing moon and stars.
A pond can be almost as much fun to swim in as you remembered when you were a kid—even if you are a slightly overweight, prissy 39-year-old mother.
Life really is best when embraced and savored as an adventure given by God, rather than something to be merely endured until that last goodnight.
And while I was away, I received an email from Chris Walley, author of the Lamb Among the Stars series that I was told Tyndale would not be continuing. (No, Mir, I’m sorry to tell you that the good news isn’t about the Birthrighters series—but I’m still praying that WestBow decides to take that one farther, too!) Chris tells me his series is still alive and well. I’m thrilled to hear this, because although the first two books, The Shadow at Evening and The Power of the Night, are still ensconced on my to-be-read shelf (bad girl … baaaad girl), both my husband and oldest son read the books and greatly enjoyed them.
Chris wrote, “After various hiccups the (very long) next book ‘The Dark Foundations’ will be out in Oct (it’s already on Amazon.com). … I’m being shifted to Tyndale mainstream (largely on the basis of the warm Amazon.com reviews) and the old books 1 and 2 are being relaunched as an omnibus hardback (‘Shadow and Night’) along with Dark Foundations in hardback. So I’m heading for the epic trilogy with the final MSS (the new book 3) due into Tyndale by April 07. By all means share this. Incidentally whether my own books are fantasy or SF I am not sure; I have deliberately blurred the boundaries.”
Isn’t that great news?! (Note that the Amazon reviews actually influenced the publisher!)
And Chris adds, “As a provocative comment I think the current emphasis on an imminent pre-millennium eschatology in the US doesn’t help SF among Christians. Effectively there is no future!”
What say you all?