A friend, Kristine, was supposed to drop in yesterday, and I was so looking forward to her coming. She's an art lover too; married to a Japanese; and yes, she loves the Lord. Afternoon possibilities, including eating at an inexpensive sushi chain, fell through at the last minute; and she had to return to mainland Japan without visiting.
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I tried going out to church the first time since coming out to Okinawa--it was still a bit warm, but temperatures are coming down a bit, and it IS air conditioned at church, so the only place I will actually be in contact with the outside heat is the few seconds on the church staircase between the parking area and the sanctuary. This is a photo from our visit in Jan. We didn't know then that Shohei would be leaving us to train as evangelist in northern Japan.
I noticed a framed picture of the cross superimposed on the island of Okinawa and was told it was painted by Sze Wan, a person from Canada I'd met here when we visited then (Jan.23 and Feb.18 posts). I had to take a picture. But as I photographed it, I noticed the titles of the books I loved on the bookshelf.
The person who told me who that painter was and who I ended up getting in a conversation about those books is the mother of the young man talking with my sister Janice, visiting in Jan. from the U.S.
(Oops; next paragraph pic!)
Kishimoto-san, the person who gave me the ride, said not to make supper tonight, that she'd be coming at 5 p.m. with a gift. I could see the Father smiling merrily as she handed me through the door, a large plate of luscious, "Welcome to Okinawa" sushi.
Sorry. WE ATE ALL THE SUSHI before I thought I should've taken a picture first!
