I crave silence like the earth craves rain…
Category: Culture
Still in the Glow…
Well, we are home now but still in the glow of Guatemala. Images of the beautiful people, colorful culture, and wonderful food are dancing in our minds. I wish I had more time now to reflect and savor the memories, but I just don’t. We leave for three months in Israel/Ethiopia in less than two…
Flying Home…
We leave for Miami shortly, spend the night, and then on to Texas. This trip has been too much to process in a few short days. It will take a few months to unpack a few of the eternal purposes, but it has been a good beginning. We will return, the Lord willing, next year….
A Mother’s Gift
We met Julia’s mother again and the entire family last evening at another restaurant closer to where they live. Everyone was present this time including Julia’s brother, Walter, that did not come last Tuesday because he was working. The family says that Walter looks the most like their father, Carlos. He doesn’t look like Julia…
Tacos, Steeples, and Synagogues…
We took a city tour yesterday. When I came home, I was so disappointed in my photos. I just wasn’t on top of it and missed some good opportunities–just too much on my mind otherwise, I guess. Really it is not like me to miss photos ops… Today we will meet with Julia’s family again….
Two Stories Becoming One…
For many years when Wayne put Julia to bed, he told her a bedtime story. Oh and btw, Wayne did tuck Julia into bed every night. This was his daddy responsibility. It gave me a few moments to relax before bed… Back to the story… It went something like this, “Mama and Daddy got married…
To Guatemala!
My daughter didn’t sleep all night. She spent most of it packing. About four in the morning, she actually crawled in bed with us–something she hasn’t done in a long time. We all talked and prayed about the trip; we shed some tears too… Julia with some orphans in Ethiopia two years ago. We leave…
Never Forget…
the scars in my Hands say I will never forget you, never leave you
‘My Sister’s Keeper’… a Keeper
From time to time, I like to critique movies. After all, they are a vivid, living-color representation of our culture… all the glory and gore is contained there. And that’s what this blog is about: The content or lack of content in American traditions…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 