The day started with a walk to the train station. It was sunny but cold. While we waited for the train I worked on my project for my granddaughter Brianna. She’s getting a blanket with personally chosen colors. The colors match my scarf.
We were on our way to Jönköping, the beautiful city by the big lake. I had a very special purpose for the trip: to renew my Swedish passport. On that part it turned out to be an unpleasant surprise.
Let’s talk about Marco for a bit. It’s been such a blessing to have him visit us. We have talked memories… all kinds of memories from 30-40 years back. For me to get help moving around is wonderful. He’s also helping me copy texts for my Bible study on missions. It’s going to be great to combine the study of the Apostle Paul with missionary William Carey. That’s my plan!
There is a set of missionary stories that I’ve sent to Dad and Mary from time to time. He is devouring the books! Marco wants to read all of them before going back home. He’s got less than 2 weeks left here. The train was a good place for reading.
Thirty years ago Birgitta and I were neighbors in Cochabamba, Bolivia. We were both missionaries. In Jönköping we met again. It was like we had seen each other yesterday. She met us at the train station and took me to the Police to renew my passport. The “unpleasant” surprise was that I could not do it.
Since my passport had expired, I needed a family member to verify that I am who I claim to be! I also need my Certificate of Citizenship from the USA and a paper that shows I have applied once again for Swedish citizenship (which I lost back in 1997 when I became an American citizen). I can’t just “run home” to get those documents! So I’ll just live with an expired Swedish passport.
Birgittas husband was from Dalarna (Dalecarlia). That’s where these hand-painted horses are from. This is a big model Birgitta has; a memory from Mora, where her husband was from. Both of us have lost our husbands; both of us are using our time to write for children.
After en enjoyable lunch we spent all afternoon sharing stories. Then came the pleasant surprise to meet Lorena, Birgitta’s daughter-in-law. Her son Markus and my daughters went to school together. The surprise was to hear her testimony of growing up in Sunday school with the story papers I published in Bolivia. Then, when Markus and Lorena went as missionaries to Trinidad, they started using the papers I publish on-line. It is such a blessing when I know that what I work hard with is being useful.
This will be all for today. It’s late as usual. I should get some shut-eye. Blessings!