Dr K

My sister was born today
...that is, a few years ago on this very date!
It's fun because for a few days, she and our oldest sister are the same age.
(Jenni's birthday is Thursday.)
But enough about Jenni!

Today is Hildred's day!
I'm excited to celebrate her.
She's abd in her doctoral program (or would that be doctorate? Clearly I don't have one)! Hence the Dr K. title. She's pursued the vision and dream that she has had for years to be a counselor. I'm very proud of her! But I'm proud of many other things, too. Such as her passion for high school students--she has nurtured and mentored and encouraged tons of kids through the years and she continues to do so. Just over the weekend I met a girl who was part of the youth group Hildred led in Illinois. It was fun. (Of course, no one forgets a name like Hildred, so that helps, too!) And she loves creating space for conversations. And anything creative, really. My house is decorated with many of her beautiful things. And she loves Jesus. It marks who she is and who she's becoming. I can't do justice to everything, of course. So this is just a sampling.

I'm truly happy to mark this day!

Happy Birthday HGK!
(That's dgk and hgk in Hawaii, 0607.)

space

Seasons change as we all know. Recently I've been reflecting on my "former life." Largely because last year at this time I was traveling, and specifically gearing up for the small group evangelism conference we were hosting in Long Beach, California. That experience generated excitement and exhilaration, but also teetered on the adrenaline-masking exhaustion edge. It was a crazy season of work. I know that rhythm. It's the event or activity backing up to activity schedule that affords little fresh air and in fact, if one activity bleeds into the space of another, some panic ensues and pressure tightens.

I lived that rhythm this past semester in school, too, as the deadlines of reading and writing camped next to life's weekly activities. Beloved and favorite things were forfeited to achieve the deadlines.

This summer breeds a different pace. Busyness creeps in without invitation. But the look is more leisure, more relational, more spacious. Don't get me wrong, there are still things undone. There are relationships unattended. Mail unopened. But the experiences which fill my days lend to more contemplation, more air, hopefully more purpose.

It's one of the gifts of this change in season. I'm really grateful.
In other news, next week marks a trip back home for my nephew's wedding. Miraculously he walked away from a severe automobile accident this past Monday (he crashed and totaled his truck), en route to a hiking and camping excursion in Glacier national park. He has since been airlifted to a hospital, treated, and released to return to Seattle for further care. He could use additional miracles, though, to be completely well for his August 4 wedding. So yes, please pray for Jonathan.

Pix credit: Hildred's photo, Hawaii, June 2007
Jonathan and Amara, June 2006 this may be Hildred's photo too.

more may be better

There is this part of my personality that i appreciate, that is, most of the time. it's the part of me that doesn't need to know everything. It's the part of me that doesn't freak out by not having all the information in advance. I can be a go with the flow kind of gal and not be stressed.

But i'm learning, there are moments when i simply should ask more questions. Sometimes other people help me through such situations. Like the time I decided God was calling me to serve/volunteer at a ministry in New Hampshire, but asked no questions about what the facility, or the weather conditions would be like. Thankfully, my friend Stephanie casually said one day, "Have you purchased a good pair of boots to take along? I saw some on sale..."
See, she had also volunteered at this ministry and it gets really, really, really muddy on "the hill" where we lived.

A few weeks ago I was talking with a former colleague in New Mexico who mentioned that their daughter would be in Grand Rapids for a few weeks and that they would be picking her up. I extended the invitation to stay at my house while they were in GR and it was accepted. Imagine my surprise when they called to say they were arriving a day early, and when they pulled up at my house they had three adults and five children in tow. Needless to say, a few more questions about WHO was coming may have been helpful.

But we survived. I like my couch.
Hopefully some of the kids liked the "slumber party" on my spare room floor.
No worries I suppose.

Oh the photo above, if you can make it out, is a really amazing spider that was a resident of Hawaii. My sister Jenni emailed it's specific name today. And for those of you who care, you should check out this link because the pictures and information are rather intriguing.

memories that matter

I slept at the hospital last night. This was the view from the window, overlooking the major construction projects on Michigan Avenue.

Mostly my gaze stayed within the room, making sure my friend was okay.

The mind is a phenomenal thing. But head trauma, in this case caused by the fun sport of softball, is quite another.

Cathy's head injury compromised her short term memory. As a result, her questions made about a five minute cycle.

"How did I get here?"
"Do my kids know I'm okay? .... Should we call them?"

"Oh, it was a softball game?
Did I just ask you that two seconds ago?"

"What does the other guy look like? Is he here too?"

"Is my insurance lined up?"

"Didn't I get that set just like a week or a few days ago?
Thank God!!"
(In this particular photo from a few days ago, the "sleuth" discovered this display bottle contained a few drops of alcohol and promptly told the authorities.)

"Did I come by ambulance?"
"Is it Monday?"

"Was our pastor here?"
"What time did you get here?"

And about that time, she'd start all over again...
"Why am I in the hospital?"

"Hey, do my kids know I'm okay?"...
Despite gaps in the short term, all the "important things" were well within her grasp. She could recite phone numbers, medical history, medications, info about her kids, details regarding her job and co-workers. I don't know for certain, but I have a feeling that may be similar to conversations with those experiencing dementia, or Alzheimer's. It takes energy to respond and stay engaged in the conversation.

After a few hours of sleep, when the questions resumed about 6 am, the amazing thing is that her memory was sliding back into place. She recalled more and more detail and the repetition of questions subsided.

Slowly and miraculously, God heals her mind.


I can't profess to get it, the major miracle of healing that God performs over and over. To be sure, everyone does not heal. This friend may not regain every element of Monday. But He heals. And perhaps helps us to recall the things which matter most.

in an instant

The phone call went like this:
"Did you hear what happened? Cathy got hurt in the softball game tonight. They're on the way to the emergency room now. Please pray!"

I suppose parents brace themselves for the possibility of such news. As a friend, after just seeing Cathy yesterday, it's a challenge to go from what I knew yesterday, to this unexpected news today.

She's okay. She's at the hospital and I just rec'd word she's improving and doing pretty well.

But it still shakes one a bit.

This life, and our interactions and relationships with others are certainly not predictable. It is precious. It is a gift to be cherished and embraced daily!

Pix: Cathy, in one of her wonderfully silly and spontaneous moves.

girls

when women go away with women...there's things that happen.
Silliness.
Seriousness.






Intense conversations and absolutely ridiculous ones.

It's so great.

seven

We all know seven relates to perfection.

This past weekend, at my new old job of working at a bed and breakfast, we entertained guests who joined the thousands (nearly 40,000 strong) who married on 070707.

That particular day, however, found me entertaining a different seven. In fact, a different spelling altogether.
Perhaps the photo above will help. Sevin is a spray to help ward off japanese beetles. These colorful but imho clearly evil creatures were destroying every inch of the glorious pink roses at the B and B.

Not my idea of perfection. Poor wee rosies.

great anniversary festival

Here's a little thing. On holidays I look forward to checking out Google's main page. Check out what it looks like today:

And here's some interesting tidbits from a wikipedia page about July 4th:

John Adams, credited by Thomas Jefferson as the unofficial, tireless whip of the independence-minded, wrote to his wife Abigail on July 3, 1776:

The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.

Adams was off by two days, however. Certainly, the vote on July 2 was the decisive act. But July 4, 1776 is the date on the Declaration itself. Jefferson's stirring prose, as edited by the Congress, was first adopted by the July 4th vote. It was also the first day Philadelphians heard the official news of independence from the Continental Congress, as opposed to rumors in the street about secret votes.

So today, this fourth of July, marks a day for "solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty, pomp and parade, shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations."

I for one, offer my thanks to God for the freedom to live in this nation. I'm grateful for every soldier serving and sacrificing for that freedom right very now. And I celebrate the idea that we are one nation under God with liberty and justice for all.

May it be so.
Happy Birthday USA!

nearly home

This is the the final Hawaii sunset. And now I'm off to see the sun rise in the east...

the return

Did you know Hawaii is six hours "behind" eastern standard time? I'm not a fan of flying east. It takes
f o r e v e r!

So, I'm stopping off at my parent's place in Seattle to catch three hours and spend some time with them, before hopefully "catching" the other three hours by Monday morning.
In the meantime, this is an old pix cuz I can't get to my computer's pictures. So stay tuned for more photos at a later date.

Did I mention i'm missing paradise?
sigh! who said all good things must come to an end? I wish it were not so.

Mahalo Hawaii.

almost paradise

Paradise provokes the necessary inspiration and imagination to describe much of life on the Big Island. Things are glorious here.

The last few days snorkeling,
traipsing through botanical gardens,
viewing waterfalls,
and exploring the amazing volcano that really is this island,
have been beyond amazing. I've been reminded often of these words the poet/warrior David once penned as some what of a theme for this trip:

The heavens declare the glory of God,
the skies His handiwork, too.
Day after day they pour forth speech.
Night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard...

but the truth is, there are some parts of creation that I wonder about. Take a look at this creature:
There are tons of cats in Hawaii. Why? I know, some of you, even some of my dear friends, are cat lovers. But I'm not sure there needs to be so many of them...and so many poised right outside where we're staying and hunting through the night.

And then there was yesterday's afternoon excitement. After viewing the breath-taking wonders of the ocean world while snorkeling, we returned "home" to a different wonder. It was signaled by my sister Carmen's scream when we opened the door.

"Team K" sprung into action, though, (at least the other three of us) as we discovered the varmint still racing around our kitchen floor. We chased it into the living room, promptly cornering it under the couch. (Does that work?) While we had the thing cowering under the davenport, we finalized our strategy. No easy feat, truly, and you'll perhaps understand why after viewing these photos. (NOTE: These photos are not for the feeble stomached. If that is you, it may serve you well to scroll down past these next two pictures.) The plan was for Jenni to lift one side of the couch while Hildred and I knelt ready with weapons in hand. I'm not aure if Carmen served as the town crier or a cheerleader, or how her role fit in, but I'm certain it was crucial to the success of our "mission" together. After a few unsuccessful attempts, we isolated, or, shall I say, annihilated the perpetrator.
Actually, I'm wondering as I place the second photo here if you can even guess what it is, or, rather what it once was? Unfortunately the creature scurried so swiftly we didn't photograph it in life. Only here, on the bottom of my shoe.
In case you cared or couldn't tell, it was a cockroach.
WAY bigger than the cartoon version on Raid commercials.
HUGE. Horrible. Not to be toyed with!!

On the other hand,
the amazing things definitely outweigh my questions.
Such as this fabulous gecko here, lounging on a peace lily.
(Shouldn't we make it a practice to lounge on a peace lily in our day?
or some equivalent?)


Truly I experience more wonder and awe than I can adequately testify to.
Our creator is beyond my words
to explain or describe. But I'm reveling in the attempt.
You're beyond good, dear Father.

motivation

It seems strange to be in Hawaii. Seriously, this would not be my first choice for vacation (well, before arriving here that is). My sister Hildred vacationed in Hawaii twice so I'd definitely been intrigued by her pictures and stories.
(Hmm, perhaps this wasn't what I meant when I asked them to pose for a picture.)
The driving story is, my sister Carmen and her husband honeymooned in Hawaii 12 years ago. They wanted to return for their tenth anniversary, but, found it more a dream than a financial possibility. That is, until they won a Hawaii trip (all expenses paid) two years ago at a Christmas work party.


(Yes, my sister works at "the firm." One of the benefits of living in Fargo I suppose.) So they returned to Hawaii a few months after their 10th anniversary. (I thought that was a pretty sweet and generous gift and expression of God giving my sister the joy of her heart.)


On that trip, they explored one of those condo presentations and ended up becoming "an owner" here in Hawaii. They "sold us"
on this great idea that we could
celebrate Carmen's 40th birthday here.

Last night marked "the dinner."
(The birthday "girl's" meal pictured here for starters.)
Moments and conversations around meals land in the very significant category for our family. Until I left for college, nearly every Sunday afternoon at my parents house consisted of leisurely conversations around the dining room table. Family, friends, and the "stranger" who happened to visit our church joined us in that sacred space. Current significant birthdays and anniversaries, if possible, resemble that space.

Granted this whole week will mark a memory, but last night, especially, we celebrate gift of Carmen Faith! Maybe 40 isn't so bad after all?

slow and stop

Here's something about a bald head being beautiful:
when one smiles it shines across the face and really reflects off and radiates from the head.
Think of Mr Clean, people. You know what I'm saying.

Now, consider a Hawaiian surfer expressing his joy and passion about living in the slow and stop climate of Kona; particularly the six foot rule of his school time endeavors. (The six foot rule refers to the "policy" to hit the surf once the waves are greater than six feet--regardless if you're working or at school!) This is the pace of slow and stop. Road speed limits are 25 mph at best (except for the 55 mph of the highways) and drivers seem unwilling to engage the maximum limits. Locals say the volcanoes signal an eruption but usually take about 200 years to spew.

Thus we're living in the slow and stop lane.
One drinks in beauty there.
One breathes deeply sensing the movement of the oxygen extending life to cells.

One laughs leisurely, loudly, at undisturbed lengths,
and likely lingers over silly things.
Peace fans out from one fingertip
until one's whole body is wrapped in it;
the generosity and hospitality of it
becoming something both undoing and wholly embraced.
Perhaps that's why they named the place we're staying Paradaiso...

more later.
the waves, sun, and surf beckon.
Well, that and my sisters are here waiting to go for a walk!

sisters

I'm on my way to meet my sisters...
to celebrate Carmen turning 40!!!
Not that I would want to be that old or anything...
but I am excited to celebrate her.

Happy 40th KC-CK!

C u soon!!

Pix credit from June 29, 2006.
Stay tuned for an update!!!

(Carmen is front right!)

random shots

...that have been accumulating the last several weeks...

My friend Barb and I met at a prayer conference in Colorado in 1999. I think we'd both testify that the event and the years since then distinctly formed and shaped our lives. She stayed with me last week to attend a prayer conference hosted by a church down the street from my work.

What do you give a Dad who has everything
for Father's Day?
The Absorber of course.
(BTW this is not my dad!!)

From a few weeks ago already...
"The" sandwich, at my friend's daughter's party.
Yes, it does have pickle relish spread on top.
And ever-so-shortly after eating that amazing-looking sandwich,
they indulged in the string game.


Ask me more about it some time as a device to give out gifts. My friend Robin is oh-so-clever!!

And speaking of Robin, check out the flowering tea she brought...
you've never seen anything like this!
It looks so obscure, innocent, bland even...
that is until the water transformed it.

Can anyone say Pirates of the Caribbean, or something? The weird thing is, what you can't tell from this photo is that this flower is in water, or actually, in tea water. It created the tea. And it was delicious tea. Bizarre. But good.

affirmation and rejection

Yesterday marked another great passage. A church around the corner from me affirmed my friend Dan as their pastor of strategic leadership and teaching.

In addition, our friend Rik expounded on 2 Timothy to challenge Dan to always preach the word. And our friend Bill reminded Dan of the foundation of love, the richness in reformed (and reforming) theology, the beauty of diversity, and the necessity of team.
The church blessed Dan and his family by offering them gifts and by creatively welcoming them into this new family.

Later, as we shared a meal together and reminisced about the blessing of the day, and recalled some of journey over the last few months, we observed the peace settled on our brother.
The last six months have been good for his soul, mind, spirit and family, too.

I am grateful to attest to that.
I look forward to seeing what the next six months offer.


Today marked a significant day at work. We hosted a blood drive and cpr training. It was something we'd been planning since the beginning of my employment. We've been urging, encouraging, and all out begging people to give.
(Did you know the national statistic is that less than 5% of the population donates?)

I waited for a lull before jumping in line. I enjoy giving blood regularly but have not donated since January. As I sat there answering the familiar questions, the nurse did the finger prick, splashed a few drops of my blood into the solution, and promptly watched the blood not drop. And i knew it. I'd be rejected for low iron.

For me, successfully giving blood is a high. It is more than satisfying to realize that "my" donated unit of blood can help save life somewhere. I was anticipating this rush today.
Rejection and lack of success utterly annihilates enthusiasm. Especially when I consider pre-knowledge that my iron is sometimes low thus I could have boosted it this last week in preparation. (I did have a big ol' wonderful steak this past weekend after swimming in Lake Michigan for the first time this season!! Unfortunately, it was not enough.)

Despite my "failure," we did contribute 51 units.
I'll try again some other day. sigh.

measurement

grades posted for my class this week.
Last week I checked every single day, waiting for the professor to post them, and every day logged out with no word.
I finally checked again yesterday and discovered the word was in.

In conversation with a coworker this week, we mused at the importance of grades, and the pressure of grades particularly within the academic sector. And then noted how in the pursuit of a job, we'd never had to supply our transcripts, or for that matter, defend or explain a grade.

Granted, top scores and high marks can secure scholarships for college and graduate school appointments. Certainly in my adolescent and teen home, good grades were rewarded with praise and perhaps a meal at a restaurant. There is satisfaction in doing a good job. But in the scheme of life, do grades matter?? Do friends think more or less of you because of your gpa? Do we naturally achieve more success and become higher functioning persons, or higher paid employees based on the difference between a 4.0 and a 2.9?? If a person scores off the charts academically but possesses poor social skills does one of those qualities harm or help him or her?

I know, it's not the most important query in life. I'm just wondering a wee bit if "the grade" really matters. What does God think about how I'm living out His love and the teaching I received through these classes and what does He really think about my grades?

left behind

This is the petal of a dying peony.
It's amazing to me how much beauty remains in something that is dying.
I can marvel about such beauty for quite some time.
However, the truth is, the fading beauty grows at my friend's house. And we moved them out of that house this weekend.
I'm less excited about that.

"Losing" friends like this causes conflicting emotions. Part of me has wanted to shut them out of my life (or would that be shut myself out of their lives?) these last few months in protest (and denial) of their imminent move.
And in likely passive agressive, emotionally immature, and self-protecting moments I tried to do that.
But it did not save me from the loss. In fact, I only missed out on moments with them.
As it turns out, their move allows them to create and imagine new life, new experiences, new relationships, new house, etc.
And that should be such a fantastic thing to witness and celebrate.

I guess I'm not quite in the celebrative mode yet.

wanting s'more

It may seem silly, ridiculous even, to see that my friends and I are creating smores using a stove top as opposed to an outdoor setting when the weather has been nothing short of inviting, begging even, for us to build a campfire.
None the less, here we are. It was simply too late to build a fire, so the stovetop sufficed.

It was my friend Beth, I think, who first started taking photos of fabulous looking food. And so I copy her, at least, I copy the idea. I'm quite caught up in how much beauty there is in food. Seriously, as with all of creation, God just didn't hold back.
And although the pleasure and the taste of the food cannot linger, the memory and the photo can remain.

You're sooo good, Father God.
I'm eager for more sunrises, and sunsets, and clouds, and flowers, and food and...