While clearing Daddy's shelves, I was just about to throw out a stack of old-looking mail when I saw some things sticking out of a large manila envelope. Daddy had saved two copies of my first attempts at writing "Kimiko's Travel Agent". On the same shelf, he kept the "Roy's Pathfinder" Gospel tract I'd composed from Daddy's testimony, a result of my sister Janice's encouragement.
I kept looking. He had, after all, had those e-mail excerpts stapled together in pamphlets on the desk shelf... Yes; even the long book I'd told Daddy I wanted to start but never finished due to the 2011 tsunami--he had notes of what I'd been thinking about in another manila envelope on which were scrawled across the bottom: "UNFINISHED." When Daddy said he'd give me his study, did he know I'd find these?
I picked up the "Travel Agent" booklets I'd found and went to my stepmother's reading room...it felt like I'd be spending a lot more time here writing than I thought. On the bookshelf above that desk was a book, I knew, written by another MK like myself who liked to write. Let's see...THERE! Sisco--Kent Sisco! An MK to Japan, he'd written about how kanjis, Japanese calligraphy, illustrated the grace of God in his book, Finding Rest.
For example, the character for "Rest" has a man next to a tree. Kent reminds readers true rest is found only at the foot of a TREE. "Cursed is the man who hangeth on a tree," the Bible tells us, and Jesus was cursed for us, Mommy used to teach, telling us the old kanji for the cross included two small men hanging on the arms of the cross, one large man at the center of the cross, formed a tree. Mommy, like Kent and me, wanted to write too.
