"FOUND IT!" and across the page the other drawing I'd posted--yes! When looking through the photo albums and prayer letters Daddy had carefully saved, I finally found the drawings I knew my parents had used...they finally showed up. On re-reading the prayer letter tho', I realized Mommy really HAD been alone at home during that one typhoon: Daddy and Janice were in mainland Japan at a Crusade conference; and Joyce and I were away at summer camp with our cousin.
But wait...what's this? To keep the letter from sliding around in the vinyl sleeve of the folder, old stationary had been inserted to give it extra thickness. I pulled out and read the sheet used; and found myself smiling. It told of the summer my mother's cousin's children had spent their summer months with us, and how I'd been able to lead David, the 8-year-old boy, to Christ.
I still remember all his questions about Adam and Eve's offering. Little kids aren't supposed to ask hard questions like that. I kept calling for Mommy to come answer. But those answers are what led to his asking Jesus to be his Sacrifice Lamb. And the boy that was just a livewire firecracker before became a delight to take care of when he wanted to learn more about Jesus after that.
I looked behind the second drawing, and sure enough, there was a follow-up for this letter, showing that on the first day of the camp to which I went to with Joyce and the older sister, she too, got saved!
So Mommy's summer facing that typhoon alone wasn't for nothing, was it?
