When Joyce came up with old markers and told me I could have them but she'd had them for years so wasn't sure if they worked, I decided to try sketching yesterday's ladybug candle with them. I pulled out a cheap dollar-store sketchbook and started scribbling in it. But when the inks seemed to flow nicely, I ended up filling in the picture with color pencil, wishing I had been less careless at the beginning.
My sisters and I will be trying to make visits on the far south of the island Tuesday. The first stop we will be making is to see a fellow high school graduate, whom the Lord gifted with musical talent, a loving family, and later in life, a stroke that left him wheelchair-bound and unable to speak. His wife Nari and a son pretty much watch out for Eddie 24-7.
Eddie and Nari are the kind of people you want to encourage, but every time you're with them, they end up encouraging you. They're never without a smile. Even if Nari herself was, several years ago, diagnosed with cancer and must battle fatigue as well as constantly look to God for the future, and Eddie too is well aware of all this.
We say we believe the God Who cares for the fowl of the sky cares for us, but do we live like we believe it? Eddie and Nari do.
