I was on the fairy crossing over from the Island when I realized that I am really very selfish with the things (books as well as people and especially with my time) that are very important to me. It struck me that it is ok to buy books because I so enjoy reading. There is somewhat of a catch though. That is that I mustn’t be selfish with what I revel in (or enjoy) must I? Not exactly Jesus like in anyway at all selfishness isn’t.

Public libraries and coins on bus seats…

My friend Deo always picks up coins he sees laying around on the ground or in the seats on buses…he says that he wants to be faithful with the small things…that many people may not value the small coins but if you get enough you can buy what you need…you see, faithful with the small.

So I saw it when we were on the fairy, ok, buy and enjoy books but do not be selfish, so I will give them to our public library here on the base and then many people can benefit from the well written word. Sure it is worth it if one heart enjoys a good book (worth the money spent I mean) but would it not be a terrific (faithful with the small) thing if many (or any here) others had the opportunity to enjoy them too? I think that it would be so, terrific and faithful, I mean.

Packing bags and taxes…

Last week I had an extra half-hour and decided very thoroughly to destroy my room. I pulled everything that I own out onto my bed (top bunk) and floor. It is time for packing my room into small bags and of deciding what I must live with for two months of travel. I will throw many things away, as we tend to inherit from teams and friend’s old clothes and other useful things.

I will, as I have already said, donate many of my books to the base library and well, have much less (stuff) in the end.

I am updating records- up late at night looking over receipts- have to file my taxes- ugh

making my way through piles of -stuff- i hate having stuff. clothes are hanging to prevent the smell of mold- but all that is left is to toss them in…and go…

I have a good backpack and am nearly ready then for my two-month excursion into the beautiful land around me.

Silence and my shouting pen…

For two months I am not able to email or blog or anything. So you will experience my silence but please do not forget me. I will have a notebook with black binding and red cover with pen and my heart to shout from mountains. Upon my return to key board and telephone line I will share much with you again, to be sure.

Forget me not…

Enough said, my prayers and thoughts are with you and I thank you very much for the same.

me