WE JUST FOLLOW HIM

My next drawing? This one's kinda embarrassing. It's a collage...some close friends had asked for a written personal testimony, and this accompanied it.

It starts, I guess, with the explanation that my Dad and Mom were missionaries from Canada and Hawaii, but they didn't actually come together to Okinawa; that was for the sake of the picture. They came separately and met there, where my sisters and I were born.

I went to a school for missionary children seeing the islanders enchained to their lives to dead ancestors spending more money on tombs than even their own homes and realized God wanted me to return to these people as a missionary myself.

My interest was art. After receiving training in the U.S., in chalk art, I shipped my chalk talk easel to the mission field, hoping God would use it there for His work. I was able to do 6 chalk talks before back problems made me stop.

God led me into marriage with a Japanese pastor-in-training; and we began a family in the prefecture of Fukushima. The earthquake of 2011 and ensuing radiation chaos, however, necessitated our leaving, and we found ourselves in the prefecture of Saitama.

You already saw the picture of the Cross Stitch that made it out of that Quake (Mar.28 post). The same God Who led my parents from Canada and Hawaii led our steps from Fukushima to Saitama. Let COVID, wars, economical instability come--His Faithfulness is sure in it all--and we just follow Him.