Reunited, and It Feels So Good!

I don't have much to say right now other than "I'm HOME!" , and "we had a great trip!" I wrote 2 articles for our local paper while I was there that will give you some idea of what we did and how much we enjoyed ourselves. You can read them HERE and HERE. I'm gonna go sleep and try to readjust to the 16 hour difference. I'll post again soon. It's so good to be back. Sweet dreams!

Does She Ever Stay Home?

Believe me, I'm getting tired too! Tofer and I leave for South Korea in 2.5 hours. I'm packed, I've had a cup of coffee, showered, and prayed... yet I'm not excited to be off once again. I love Korea, I'm so glad Tof gets to come with me this time, I can't wait to see my friends and eat the food, but home with all its accoutrements is where my heart is right now. I miss weeding my gardens - can you believe it? (and they miss me weeding them too! I feel like I'm in the Munsters when I drive up!)
I covet your prayers. There are 10 of us going for 12 days. I'll try to post while I'm there, but no guarentees... so I'll say "anyonghi kaseo" (goodbye for now).

Touching Time

Isn’t the idea of time fascinating?
We can't touch time, or smell it. Yet it is utterly inescapable.
Everyday living is a constant encounter engaging our senses. To be able to sense the intangible, is perhaps the highest form of awareness; and time invites and intrigues us to do just so.
I seem to have passed on my fascination of understanding what lies behind us to our youngest daughter. She is just about to turn 13. She has a dream of becoming a Biblical Archaeologist.
Most people are bored by history. But for Minda and me, it seems to bring something alive inside of us. An insatiable hunger to understand the forgotten or unknown of bygone eras. Understanding requires that we take a history. The limits and the gifts of being able to know include the gift of knowing how much we do not know. And there is so much that remains a mystery. Understanding brings with it a humbleness. How can one be proud if there is an underlying sense that there is always more to learn? Life is bounded by death, & understanding is hemmed in by the vast unknown, yet both are limitless. Where in that is there margin for the finiteness of pride?
Minda was given a gift this week. She and I touched time. My mom sent us off on a dinosaur dig. 3 days of rock and dirt that came out of storybooks. We found bones imbedded and were in awe of the nearly total mystery these enormous creatures are to us. We touched time, and it touched us.
Thanks, Mom, Bob, Don, Terri, and Bosco. It was amazing. You can read what the newspaper wrote about us here.



Can you dig it?
Femur and either Tibia or Fibula that are pedestaled, masked and prepared to be extracted.

The Big Picture

~Lake Pleasant, Washington~

Fab 4th

BBQ'n with our Soul Brotha & Sista. Givin' a little Glory to God. Gettin' our Home Boy back. An' Celebratin' it all with some Freedom & Liberty Bling Bling. Swhat I'm talkin' 'bout!