After ten days in Ethiopia, we eagerly returned to our home in Jerusalem. The first task at hand was filling our empty fridge and cupboards, so we made a fun trek to the Jerusalem open-city market. I love this place on any day; but the week of Sukkot, the feeling in the air rings with…
Tag: Choice
Light Bulb in a Moscow Graveyard
Life is full of revelations, and some of them I have chronicled here in my blog over the last two years… it seems many of them come to me late in life… The first time Wayne and I visited Moscow and walked through the graveyard of their Russian leaders I had a moment of illumination……
A Confession…
This photo was taken at the English Teapot Cafe in Agios Georgious village in the Troodos Mountains of Cyprus. I love the way it turned out–not so much for its photographic composition or execution, rather for its meaning and memory.
Meandering Pathway
I wonder who lives at house number nine in the Cypriot village of Omidos. They have a lovely orange tree growing in their front yard just on the other side of this white brick fence. When my husband and I passed their little home just off the village square I had so many thoughts about…
haiku: widows and orphans
widows and orphans society does not see their wind broken lives
Love that Lasts Forever…
The LORD appeared to him from afar, saying, “I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness (Jeremiah 31:13). God’s lovingkindness is all around me, and I see Him pulling me in tighter and tighter==closer to Him and closer to understanding and enjoying intimacy with Him. Here are a…
Here on the Mountain…
Rain is a precious commodity anywhere but especially in Cyprus. Last week we had a steady stream of sprinkling from heaven that soaked the ground and filled our hearts with joy at the same time. Every time we visit Cyprus we find ourselves joining the locals’ prayers for rain. The land is so dry right now,…
Internal Foundations
I read a blog today that piqued my interest. The blogger found her life shifting, changing, moving too fast… She felt planted on uneven ground without a solid foundation. She longed for “an internal foundation” that could calm the unknown and the shifting… She longed for a safe place to belong. I loved her…
The Rules are Different
After traveling for about 24 hours with flying time and layovers altogether, I was glad to board the last flight into Larnaka, Cyprus. To my knowledge we were the only Americans on the flight. And this is when you really leave your culture, homeland, and flannel comforts behind… You forget about being an American at all, or a…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 