NEXT POST NEW PICS; NAP NOW

When my Dad and Mom were alive and living here, it seemed to make sense to have their ministry pictures up on the walls of the house.  After Daddy was gone, my mother could testify to most images of Okinawan missions. Even after they left the house vacant, because my sisters and I had participated in activities with them and were well acquainted with many of those displayed in the frames on the wall, we'd kept them up.

For 8 years after Daddy's Homegoing, we have continued having former co-workers and "old Christians" or relatives and acquaintances from way back visit the house--often give them framed copy mementos of yesteryear when they leave. This photo museum has been a reference point for getting gifts to hospital patients, elderly folk who can't get out to see the house, visits to relatives.

But now with the Kinya Saito household moving into the house, it doesn't feel so right to keep a historical photo museum of "Missions in Okinawa with Roy Oshiro" going; neither the father nor son had any direct experience with the images. 

So...after my sisters and I discussed and prayed about what God would have us do, the pictures have come down off the walls and have been placed in categorized piles for a last viewing in one of the studies. Of course, they are going to be digitalized and placed on computer.

Please pray with me as I think I will be turning Daddy's study into a miniature museum of sorts, including a computer containing the files of works in Okinawa, various testimonies, photographs, translations in both English and Japanese (and some Okinawan dialect), some music, ...that's enough to get me started. I have been praying about this for some time. I have a picture in my mind of placing one large monitor in that study so that those who want to can view Daddy's ministry photos, and maybe I can leave some of his present study books on their bookshelves and prayer letters in their folders as well as photo albums of reunions and recent banquets in the US, A completely separate section for relatives.

Today's agenda for me will include erasing the many pencil marks my Dad made on the walls of the house as he made the photo museum. There are lines, measurements, numbers, light, but up to 3 inches tall! (I just realized the picture I posted, you can't see the pencil marking!) Kinya and I got rid of most of the artificial-flower-vine-leaves-borders he put up, as pretty as they were--whew; what a lot of work it must've been to get it all up there. Now to get rid of those pencil marks

I guess I'm not a spring chicken anymore. I get a little tired and sore after a day's work. I don't even say "after a long, hard, day's work" because I can't work long and hard anymore. I work a little for a short time, and I'm winded. Maybe to have some energy for this afternoon's work, I'll go take a nap... Did I hear God chuckle? Must've been just the wind rattling the loose screen. Better go close it before I go sleep.