Saturday, January 25, 2025
It's a quiet morning so after getting our work done, W and I walk out for lunch. It's often cheaper to eat out than to buy and prep things. #HomeGround features Chinese-Indonesian food. My beef scallion dish is tasty, with its small bowl of rice on the side. Note the water bottle for scale. Portions are reasonable = smaller! here.
The flowers are happily blooming around an old flower pot in the garden.
Sunday
We have to leave early. I leave JD some breakfast options. Overnight oats? Breakfast bars? Or?
As the community gathers, W and I relax. Martin is leading worship and speaking. It's a Round Table Sunday this last weekend of the month, when we discuss questions around the table. Today's questions are: "How do you grow up into God's DNA as his child?" And, "How can you serve others as a child of God?"
Several families take home the table arrangements. DrG and IbuT pose with flowers that match their outfits.
The team has a lunch meeting afterward. JD joins in and gets to know the current team.
I order #MaxiResto's Chinese New Year special @$5: duck. Very good.
Hanny comes over to grab study books for starting a women's group.
We set the beautiful arrangement from #titikbadudu on the coffee table. The afternoon is filled with writing and revisions.PakG has painted bright sienna on the re-sealed flower pot. The color will fade to "clay" color in the sun. It's quickly filled with water, as well as plants and fish from other pots. The water must still be contaminated by the paint: all the fish jump into the garden. Sorry, fishies. We'll give it another day or two for the plants to detox the water before trying again.
W admires the "blue hairdryer" he ordered. It's a cheap, for drying Bailey after he gets washed. (That usually happens after each hike). The delivery driver has thrown three packages over the top of the gate while we are away. The glass jar W ordered smashes into 100 pieces, despite good packaging.
Overhead, the bamboo hedge towers 25'/8m tall. The bright green is energizing.
The #MissBeeProvidore pasta is deliciously SPICY. I pick out some of the hot red peppers. W helps me finish it.
We're home by mid-afternoon and would be ready for a break - if W wasn't working on a book with a looming deadline.
*A bruised reed [the messiah] will not break, and a dimly burning wick he will not quench. Isaiah 42:3
*Jesus said, “Take care that you do not despise one of these little ones.” Matthew 18:10
Moravian Prayer: Loving Spirit, as a mother cares for her young, so you care for us. You nurture us, especially when we feel down. A light, you will not dim; you only seek to help us shine brighter. Help us to encourage our youth, ourselves, and the world with your light. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.
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