IN BED IN OKINAWA

I am down in Okinawa now, and tuckered out. Last night, I came out in the wee hours of the night feeling like I wanted to spend some time with the Lord, thus the notebook and pen, and I made myself a mug of hot ginger and yuzu. The various other things on the table are gifts my sister Janice brought from the U.S. to give to people here in Okinawa.

I woke up a few hours later to an epileptic seizure where I had bit my tongue and it felt like my head was splitting.

Luckily, Janice was right there. This morning, she let me sleep in, of course, and after talking with me, she went down to my sister Joyce's basement apartment--she lives here--to get jello or yogurt and things from her refrigerator that I would be able to eat, even with my tongue.

My sisters and I have had a good laugh, not about the seizure, but about the fact that I remembered on this trip to Okinawa to bring my adapter so I could send pictures...but this picture is being sent by Janice's laptop, because I forgot to bring mine!

God had arranged our schedule so that today, I don't have to go out to meet anybody at all. I stayed in bed and colored a few things in my sketchbook I've left untouched for some time.

Here they are. I remember reading about Boaz's reaction to seeing an industrious Ruth, and King Saul's response to the shepherd boy David who fought the giant Goliath when he felt the honor of God had to be defended. They had said, "Whose child is this?"

It made me wonder if people, when they see my life, automatically wonder whose I am.

These will be dealt with in greater detail in the future.