Showing posts with label lembang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lembang. Show all posts

Thursday, August 21, 2025

Happy birthday, Kirsten!

Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Today we're celebrating our daughter's birthday. She has been God's gift to us. She's a lovely woman and that makes it hard to live so far away. At the beginning of COVID, we happily spent 11 months together in Bandung since she was unable to fly out to her next destination. Those months were a divine gift and left happy memories.

Happy Birthday, dear Kirsten!

"Money comes and goes. We are the richest people on earth because our children love God," my dad often said. I agree.

The rain begins as we head out with the dogs but we finish our loops. W takes down a bright LED strip from the Porch. We're considering where things will go.

Undeterred by the rain, Anton fetches until I make him take a break. He's soaked but happy. The Porch is a mess from his wet and muddy dog prints. In contrast, the older dogs are glad to take a break.

Anton's breeder lets us know that 7 new Standard Poodle puppies have been born from the exact same stock. If you live in Indonesia and want an Anton lookalike, PM me and I'll pass your info to Elizabeth for consideration. Here they are, strong and healthy pups a few hours old.
By the time calls and writing are done, it's almost noon. As we schedule our annual fundraising trip, many details await confirmation. I'm working on a book about global workers and their relationships to parents. It requires so much focus that I can only stop and start in bursts rather than doing protracted work.

If you're working abroad and have some advice about how you deal with parental expectations and stay in touch, please message me! I'd love to include your observations.

Supper is leftovers made into a salad: chicken, mac and cheese, acar (cucumber salad), and more. So yummy.

Wednesday: Kirsten's birthday again!
It's a pleasure to have a daughter. We think ours is extra-special. It's wonderful to talk to her after she has a birthday day supper far away. We're a half-day ahead which makes calls to family tricky, time wise. It means that we get to celebrate those we love for a day-and-a-half, though 😊.

After our walk, the dogs greet the yardman with loud barking as he starts to cut the grass. The usual process is squatting on heels to cut with a machete. W bought a mower years ago to make the chore easier for the last yardman but the guy quickly broke the mower. This yardman works at a nursery and is more skilled. He buzzes the lawn with the new weed-wacker. W replaced the last one that burned out.

It's too loud to work outside so I cloister in an office piled high with things to be moved in a few months.
We try out lampshades, deciding what comes with us and what stays behind. After W removes the snowflake chandelier above the nook table, he puts back the back-to-basics socket. I assemble a new lampshade ($3.50 at IKEA As-Is), which is bright and cheery. Ok, we're take that along, too.
W is a willing tester. He holds up the basket-shades IKEA was clearing out. While these seem exotic for us, a local friend asks, "So it will be a rustic holiday theme?" Maybe.
As Kirsten notes, "Mom, by the time you're done, the place will have a unique foreigner's decor." If only she were here to lend her creativity!

It's a day of good memories! I call Mom (now 90 years old) after finding old photos of her playing peek-a-boo with the great grand-kids a few years ago. She and I talk about God's faithfulness, his lovingkindness, and his generosity.
The project is coming along, but what a mess in process. Brick is smashed away to make room for pipes and conduits.
Across the street is a pasta shop. W orders a lasagna swimming in cream sauce.
My linguine is coated in pesto.
It's dark and starting to rain when we head home.

Thursday
I dream that my mom comes to visit, knowing she's bedridden. Then Grandma D shows up - and I know she's dead. We have a lovely visit, looking forward to a reunion in heaven. I wake up feeling so happy and peaceful - what a blessed Hope for the life and death of the follower of Jesus.

After some morning calls, we pick up Veronica on the way up to a hike in the Lembang mountains.
The grasses sport multi-colored blooms.
Flowers peek out on every side.
Some plants have finished blooming and are fruiting. These 7" (15cm) "beans" emerge from a frilly-leafed shrub.
We duck under trees or climb over the ones have fallen across the trail.
Mushrooms in various colors grow on the felled trunks.
The rain brings fresh greens on each side of the trail. W stands under the lower leaves of a towering fern.
All manner of ferns, lichens, and moss grow on the damp tree bark.
Sap collection is forbidden in the pine forest but happens anyway. After the bark is dug away many times, the 25 meter (75') tree will collapse. In one area, new saplings have been planted to replace the thinning canopy.
Some grasses are very tall. It's a mostly overcast day, perfect weather for hiking, whether we're in the trees or not.
We leash the dogs before a collection pond in a valley. They have their own dogs and we don't want ours running off. As soon as we're past, the dogs are off-leash again.
Of course when the trail goes down down, you have to come up up. My watch counts a total ascension of 21 flights of  stairs, not counting valleys between. Someone has kindly built a cement staircase in the middle of nowhere. Up we go. Then it's back to leaf-covered mud.
It's not raining but dew collects on the tips of the moss. The droplets glow like pearls.
The trail wanders through grasslands and forests. In some places, the path is wide and flat. In others, it's narrow, cut into by motorcycles, or slick from wet clay. Multi-colored leaves make it prettier.
Near the end we spot a two-eyed monster (a cutout tree trunk).
This thick moss-covered trunk resembles a giant snake.
Lunch on the way home is at Sidang Reret, a resort where multiple groups are feasting on custom buffets. W orders oncom (fermented tempe), rice, and meat.
The traditionally roasted sweet-salty peanuts are good, too.
The dogs have a great run of 3.5 hours. They rest while we eat and are happy to head home where they eat and then fall asleep on the Porch.
W's off to a men's meeting. I'm glad to stay home this afternoon.

Read more:
His eyes are on the ways of mortals; he sees their every step. There is no deep shadow, no utter darkness, where evildoers can hide. God has no need to examine people further, that they should come before him for judgment. Without inquiry he shatters the mighty and sets up others in their place. Because he takes note of their deeds, he overthrows them in the night and they are crushed. 

He punishes them for their wickedness where everyone can see them, because they turned from following him and had no regard for any of his ways. They caused the cry of the poor to come before him, so that he heard the cry of the needy. 

But if he remains silent, who can condemn him? If he hides his face, who can see him? Yet he is over individual and nation alike, to keep the godless from ruling, from laying snares for the people. Job 34:21-30

Make known his deeds among the nations; proclaim that his name is exalted. Isaiah 12:4

* [Jesus told his disciples,] Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit and teaching them to obey everything that I have commanded you. Matthew 28:19-20

Moravian Prayer: Lord, make us bold witnesses in the world. Guide our words and deeds to reflect your love and truth. May our lives draw others to you and glorify your name. Amen.

Friday, May 23, 2025

"Our eyes are on you ..."

Monday, May 19, 2025

Mom calls at 3:50 AM. I always take her call, no matter what time. That early, I'm barely coherent so it's a short conversation. We pray with each other, she catches me up on some news, and I lie in bed, trying to sleep until my alarm goes off at 5:30. No luck.

Mt. St. Helens blew its top 45 years ago on May 18, 1980. That day, our first child was overdue by 2 weeks. To my relief, he was born a day later (15 days 'late'). How grateful we are for Jeremy! Happy Birthday, son!

W and I walk the loops and come home for breakfast. IbuSiti arrives after 8 AM to give Jenn and me massages. W hosts a hybrid morning study: on the Porch and online.

Today my plan is to rest, but I get caught up in reading survey results. I write several respondents who offered comments and stories. What interesting lives people live across the world!

After noon we head to town, grabbing groceries on the way down the hill. We sample some Indonesian chocolate but leave it on the shelf.

 Lunch at Ambrogio is always good. The brisket sandwich is a hit.

I enjoy a $6 lamb shank - and later the dogs love the gristle mixed with their kibble!
The guys drop Jennifer and me at a traditional market on their way to the tech mall. By the time she and I have browsed a few shops, she has found what we came for. The guys text that they're on their way back to pick us up. A perfect coordination of time - 4 people who don't like shopping make it quick and efficient. 

We have a restful evening at home. Thank you, God!

Tuesday

The night is short due to 5 hours of "wide awake" in the middle. In the morning, I call our son to wish him happy birthday on his side of the planet. I take a quick nap before noon to catch up on rest.

It's good to finish another chapter of editing. The publisher checks my progress. Though this is an academic press, I don't get paid. It's a labor of love - and satisfies my curiosity about others' research. I've got a mid-June deadline but the author is getting impatient. I can only work on a chapter at a time before I lose focus. I've got 2 chapters of text left before editing footnotes and other details.

The survey continues to capture my attention. I wade through another 20 responses. Then I listen to a few book summaries and pass along recommendations in response to questions from online coworkers. (I subscribed to Blinkest @90% off for my Christmas present to myself. What a feast of ideas.)

I'm feeling much better, after 3 weeks of being ill. The helpers make lunch and we send food to a friend down the hill. The women set out tea and cookies for the team who gathers at our big dining table. Jennifer does a wonderful job with our team - what a blessing she is. She visits a neighbor's house afterward.

Anton and I always play a few sessions of "fetch" during the day, besides his early walk. This dog is persistent and smart. He roams the entire yard and gardens until he finds the ball, regardless of how long it takes. Then he runs back to give it to me for another round.

Nightfall is 6 PM and I'm ready for sleep within the hour.

Wednesday
Breakfast at NaraPark is a nice walk from home.
Jenn is busy until after lunch with a group of volunteers and staffers. She finds them as interesting and adventurous as W and I do. The rest of the day flies by with this and that.

I unwrap a box of chocolate coffee cookies from Keelee, sent along on my last trip - and arrange them inside the freezer door within easy reach. (Check out Quiet Waters Bakery. YUM.)
After we say goodnight, I light a candle across from my library chair as evening falls, relaxing with a book, pen, and paper.
A lizard hangs on the window, looking inside from the Porch.
Thursday
Instead of hiking the slippery muddy trails, we spend a tourist day with our guests.
These fragrant blooms catch my eye as we leave the Porch.
It's been years since we've taken a whole day exploring nearby attractions. We start with a visit to the main Lembang city market. We drop into a resort restaurant to admire the tables that are boats floating in the water ... it's a stunning surprise along the main highway.

Our goal is to see the big volcano up in the mountains. Unfortunately, the crater is socked in under a cloud. So we bargain for some souvenirs for our friends and imagine what it might look like from the rim of the crater.

We stop beside one of many tea plantations, before the guys buy pastries at one of W's favorite bakeries.
Nearby, a young man carries hugs bags of spicy chili peppers, freshly picked and ready for market.
The Lembang Floating Market is a must-see. Groups of friends take selfies - Jenn and I photobomb a group while their photographer (and Waldemar) snap pictures. They laugh and welcome us in.
Artificial lakes offer various pedal and motor boats to enjoy with friends. 
We walk through the gorgeous landscaping along the lakes' edge, where Adam and Jenn see a rice paddy for the first time. 
Flowers hang from trees and flower vines drape above the paths.
The orange-flowered vines ripen into long (8-10"/20-25cm) pods.
Little yellow flowers peek from the juicy red ends of stems.
We buy a variety of lunch foods from vendors cooking in little boats near shore. We admire animals in the petting zoos and cages. 
From exotic chickens to civits to horses, to .... well, there are a lot of creatures.
We pass two traffic "ghosts" on the main street. They're panhandlers dressed as spirits. Young women in ghoulish makeup park their motorcycle on the side and wind between the cars, begging for money. (Rainy window, sorry.)
Our final stop is a mall where our guests hope to find a Starbucks mug from Bandung. We enjoy the stroll along bright walks under a skylit canopy. They're out of luck with the logo cup. We sip our hot drinks on the way home.

Friday
I walk Anton but take a hard spill over him onto the pavement - he lunges back and forth, tripping me as he tries to catch a cat. I pick myself up with bruised ribs but no other damage. Onward we go. He's a big pup and cats are still his kryptonite, igniting an explosion on a walk. W's nursing a rumbly stomach so stays home.

We sign an agreement that we've waited on for a few years. Official signatures are written across a glued-on strip paper that you buy from the Post Office or similar official outlets (@60c each).
W and I also need groceries. He has keys duplicated and we're home for lunch with our friends. IbuS makes egg sandwiches on fresh bread, just right for a rainy day.

In early afternoon, we join a Zoom meeting of SouthEast Asian leaders. It is both encouraging and challenging. We close in prayer.

While Jenn meets people all day, W and I take a breather while the rain pours down outside. Even the dogs droop, dripping anytime they leave the Porch's overhang. This season has been unrelentingly wet. By now, we should have had a few dry months. At least it's cool outside. (70o is cold enough that I wear a sweater.)

Read more:

*We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you. 2 Chronicles 20:12

*The Lord knows our thoughts, that they are but an empty breath. Psalm 94:11

*The Lord appointed seventy-two others and said, “Whatever house you enter, first say, ‘Peace to this house!’” Luke 10:1,5

*Do not deceive yourselves. If you think that you are wise in this age, you should become fools so that you may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. 1 Corinthians 3:18-19

*Jesus said, “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give water as a gift from the spring of the water of life.” Revelation 21:6

Moravian Prayer: Almighty Lord and God, who do we think we are? Let us see ourselves for the fools that we are and return to you, cling to you and your word. We can be fools for you and wise in your ways.

Christ, our conductor, our eyes and ears are open to the music of your world and the needs of our neighbors. We look to you. Direct us, keep us free from error as we speak of your love and peace. Amen.