It’s my first Sunday here. It’s very quiet, except for the clocks ticking. Dad is solving cross-word puzzles, one of his favorite pass-times. My little step-mother is taking a well-deserved nap.
We’ve had a delicious dinner downstairs (Dad lives on the second floor) offered by my sister and her husband. My niece Mercedes son in visiting this week because they have vacation from school. In time for dessert my brother Lars came for a short visit. He’s the mischievous little guy that collected dead flies in a match-box and gave them as a present to our landlady who also was our neighbor! He’s also the guy who sent the kids home that had come to his birthday party. As soon as the cake was eaten he said, “The party is over. You can go home!” No more parties for him said our mom. That was fine with him because he didn’t like parties and never has!
Lars can’t figure out how we can concoct so many stories about him. I’ll not go into all the ones I have “stored.” Him being my very beloved “little” brother (it’s funny that I have to stand on my toes to give a hug and a kiss), no wonder I want to tell stories. He’s the answer to my prayers as a twelve-year-old.
This is the house where I’m staying. My sister calls it Casa Blanca (White House), but I have been informed that it’s NOT the White House! I thought she and her husband wanted to compete with President Obama, but that’s not the case. The upstairs windows to the right are “mine.” And I’m writing from the room that has the far right window.
Since it’s Sunday, let me tell you about church. We asked the pastor if I could have ten minutes to give a short report on the ministry I’m doing. Ten minutes, mind you! I prepared for hours for those ten minutes. And what did I do? Use thirty minutes! I got so inspired, saw the audience so interested, that time just flew away. Isn’t that what they say? “Time flies when you’re having fun!” And I love it when I get to do a PowerPoint and talk about the work the Lord has called me to do. I’m sorry if the pastor had to shorten his message, but everyone seamed happy when they greeted me at the door!
The service was in the Pentecostal Church in Vaggeryd. I had been there on a mission service in the sixties. A lady greeted me and said she remembered it. A man said he had gone to Bible School with me in Stockholm, another lady knew me from my home church in Örebro, and there even was a lady there from Peru, but living in Sweden. Let’s start with a photo of her and her beautiful baby girl.
We arrived early on this sunny but chilly Sunday. There was plenty of time to take pictures.
Dad and I at the entrance of the church
Maple in a pot
Dad and his wife Mary
Lifting prayer requests to the Lord
The pastor and his son singing together
The pastor’s wife leading the song “It’s bubbling in my soul”
My 10-minutes turned 30-minutes presentation
Clocks showing the places where the church
is involved in missions
Mary by spruce on our way home
Papers ready for delivery sitting on the side-walk
That’s about it for today. Mary has had her nap and in a few minute she’ll have some supper for us. I told her that she is feeding me so well I will want to come back. So if she doesn’t want me back she better lower her cooking standards!
Have a blessed morning, afternoon or evening! It all depends where you are reading! (Will continue tomorrow)