Okay, this one's out of order. But I had to write about her. I just phoned her and thanked her for the special blessing of reading what she'd written...oh; I got ahead of myself again. Let me backtrack...
"Guess where we're going? And you can get anything on the menu!" We went Jan. 15, and we noticed an automated waiter was used here too. It seems most of the eating establishments have them now.
Miss Ishikawa (then; Mrs. Yoshida now) participated in ground-breaking of our first quonset-hut church in the 1950's--I found photographs of Noriko Sensei and fellow missionary Edna Prinsell scooping up shovelfuls of dirt.
Just before going back to Saitama, I found a short documentary booklet by Noriko Sensei. There are 10 chapters, and I am only on the 5th one, but already I am bubbling over with excitement seeing how she wrote about experiences to show how God brought her to Himself and then to talk about various understandings of simple truths. She wasn't just recording accurate data but conveying life...life that made her pick up the pen and write. She couldn't stop herself.
Rather like the person who couldn't help herself from making a long-distance call from Kumamoto Prefecture and asking if several missionary daughters from her past could be treated to a meal.
