Artists are told when they hit artist's block to do easy stuff or just scribble until something comes to you and you find yourself wanting to create. For part of our Christmas activities, my sister had craft activities that 5-year-olds were supposed to be able to do. But as I told you, the snowman I began working on...well, I took it home, and partly a result of watching an online "Painting Marathon", I felt an itch to do more painting and found myself adding to that sno dome.
Several minutes later, God brought a few people I really love to the Tengan home. My cousin Rumiko, who suddenly lost her husband then continued their work in Izena herself, came with Kuniko, the younger sister of her deceased husband. Rumiko, Takashi, his Kuniko, her sisters, and my sisters all grew up in Sunday School together, but of course we had no idea way back then we'd all be relatives one day! But God knew.
Kuniko had an engagement in mainland Japan she needed to go to, but Rumiko stayed to spend the night with us, and the next day, she came to Gushikawa Baptist Church with us. She was one of the grass roots church people with us (when she was still single, even before she went to Bible School!), one of the very few people alive today who know my first mom Kimiko. Looking at my photographs, I realized God had brought together my sister Janice across the Pacific Ocean, seasoned saints the Scot Garners, the young Christian couple, the Masahiro Kinas (newlyweds of a few weeks)!
In the afternoon, we drove Rumiko home. On the way, we saw a wall with an illustration of the Okinawan style bullfighting in which bulls lock horns (there is no human bullfighter) and PUSH each other. The match is a show of brute force. Isn't it a good thing the Potentate of the Universe didn't come to dare any of us to lock horns with Him?
He came...for a very different reason, didn't He.
