My Birthday Girl

Twenty-nine years ago (and a few more!) my late husband and I were missionaries in the city of Huancayo in the Andes Mountains of Peru. Some 75 miles away, in the mining town of La Oroya, was an American hospital. They had the kindness of treating missionaries for free. That is why I was there, on January 19th, awaiting the birth of our baby. The day before my husband had taken me there for a check-up and my doctor said I had better stay at the hospital because the baby might come the next day.

Bengt couldn’t stay with me because of our daughter Eva-Marie. She needed her daddy, so he had to go home and leave me there. The plan was that he would come back in a few days.

So, there I was, spending January 19th by myself. That was BC (before cell-phones!), so I had no way to communicate with my hubby, no way of texting him about how lonely I was. We had no phone; there were no landlines to be had.

The doctor was right! That evening my dear Ruth Carina made her arrival, a precious and healthy bundle of joy.

How could I get word to my husband? The next day one of the nurses asked if there was something she could do for me.

My parents, who were also missionaries in Huancayo, had a Christian Bookstore. They had a phone there, so I immediately gave the nurse that number so she could deliver the news of the new arrival! How thankful I was for that kind nurse!

What a joy for me when the next day my husband arrived and presented me with a gorgeous flower arrangement for my “bravery.” (Too bad I only have a black/white picture of the proud Father by the arrangement.) I have to admit it was scary to be at that hospital all by myself, scary and lonely, but so worth it.

Proud fatherNow, twenty-nine year later (and some more!) I have the honor of wishing my dear daughter Happy Birthday. A strawberry cake with real heavy whipping creme has always been a treat for us on birthdays. Here is the one for Carina’s thirties birthday. From then on she has baked her own cakes. That’s how it ends up to be when you’re a wife and mom!

Strawberry cakeHow I wish I could be with my daughter on this day. I have my memories. Her first birthday we celebrated with friends at church, with a heart-shaped cake.

First b-cakeHer other birthdays at home always started out with the Swedish tradition of having breakfast in bed and also your presents. Here is Carina turning 8 and 13!

Presents in bedWhen I turned 29 (and some more!) I was given the same amount of roses. I wanted my daughter to have the same experience, so I arranged with her husband to get her 29 (and some more!) roses. Red roses, because red is her favorite color.

Roses for my girlThis morning I wanted to sing for her, but I overslept! She might have been waiting, and wondering why her mother forgot the birthday song. But now we are in AC (cellphone times) and we can text. I can’t call her at work but I have texted her! She knows she is not forgotten!

I wish my daughter a very happy birthday, and many more!

There is a fun birthday song in Swedish that goes something like this:

May she live, yes, may she live

May she live to be one hundred

And when she has lived

She will be carried
(although the word in Swedish also means shot,
as with a pistol)

She will be carried (shot) in a wheelbarrow!

Carina, I will not be around to carry you in a wheelbarrow, but I’m here now and I wish you the best I know: God’s abundant blessings. May He bestow you a long life to enjoy with your family. You have been blessed many times more than your mother. Your children will carry you in the wheelbarrow!

Happy birthday CarinaMay God forever be your Refuge and your Fortress!

Psalm 91 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”

For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
    and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his pinions,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
You will not fear the terror of the night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
    nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.

A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
You will only look with your eyes
    and see the recompense of the wicked.

Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place—
    the Most High, who is my refuge—
10 no evil shall be allowed to befall you,
    no plague come near your tent.

11 For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways.
12 On their hands they will bear you up,
    lest you strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the adder;
    the young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot.

14 “Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him;
    I will protect him, because he knows my name.
15 When he calls to me, I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble;
    I will rescue him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.” (ESV)



About kelund

My name is Kerstin Anderas-Lundquist. I was born in Sweden to Per & Brita Anderas, on March 6, 1946. In 1948 we left to begin a missionary life in Chile; in 1956 we moved on to Peru. On May 1, 1969 I married an all-Swedish guy from Karslkrona: Bengt Göran Emanuel Lundquist. God blessed us with two daughters: Eva-Marie Elizabeth and Ruth Carina. We served as missionaries in Peru and Bolivia. In 1988 we moved to the United States to work at Life Publishers in Miami, Florida. I was to assist in developing the line of Sunday School Curriculm in Spanish known as Vida Nueva. I live in Springfield, Missouri, and am retired from work at the Assemblies of God Headquarters. My husband and daughter Eva-Marie have been promoted to Heaven. Carina is married to Thom Cole and they have given me four gourgeous grandchildren, even five (teen-age John). I will be writing about my life, past and present, blended with visions for the future. My deepest desire is to spread the “seed of love”–inspiration to serve God and our neighbors with love and compassion.
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