Late Summer Rains...

With the rain from the remains of Hurricane Issac, we have been inside most of the time other than church for the past 3 days.  I love the rains, the fresh coolness, the wet dirt between my toes.  It always seems like a time of refreshing to me.  One joy of these past days, was discovering 2 nice farmer markets, one with free range brown speckled eggs for just $1.50... and an antique store with delightful items, which gets me reflecting on the our journey...



"The journey is the destination..." As I sit here tonight thinking of the journey, from my birth out in western Kansas, to my adoption and move to eastern Kansas, to the summer trips to Poteau, OK, to our family vacation to New England, to Mission: Mexico, to the family trip to Desert Southwest, to Mission: New Orleans, to the Journeys to Wisconsin, Michigan, Cincinnati, Knoxville, BABR, Chicago, Kentucky, Wichita, Flagstaff, Thoreau, and so many others, it really is true that the journey is the destination... "Thank you, Daddy, for this journey called life!  Amen!"

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Crazy Summer

Here we are at Broken Arrow Bible Ranch for the Summer.  I am busy hunting for a job, and planing on a week long trip to Kansas to visit friends and family come July.  Still no new funds for rent.  It is not easy... feeling like I am not doing anything to help.  We were able to babyset over the weekend, and that is what paid the phone bill.  Praise God for that.

Robby is busy this week at BABR with his campers, they are such cute little guys ranging in age from 8 to 12.  I am helpin' with the worship team on weeknights...as there are no job places open of the eve anyway.

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Reflections on Chicago

Chicago:

Here I am age 25, having just gotten done with my first summer working in Dine Bikeyah at Broken Arrow Bible Ranch...  Now I am in a city far different from the Pinon Pine and Sage Brush covered desert which I am in love with.  Here I can hear the lone coyote howling his lonely watches through the night in the near by graveyard where he lives.   Here I can here the ambulance bring the injured the the hospital 3 blocks away all hours of the night from my 5th story window.  Here I can feel the breeze from the water of lake Michigan 8 blocks away.  Yet my heart had no peace.   I am as always a wander in a strange land, far from the place I call home.

Robby and I have realized that we would never truly be home till our feet were firmly planted in Dine Bikeyah.  The more we talked with friends, some who wish we could stay forever in Chicago, and some who have been to Dine Bikeyah, and encouraged us to follow our callings... the more we know we just have no peace in the city.  By the time our 14 months living in Chicagoland will be up, we will be restless and trapped by the buildings....already are just 4 months in.  Still I love the city... but forever Dine Bikeyah is home.

~ Traveller Gal, out!

A wedding...

Today dawned bright and beautiful.  After the departure of our campers, I headed down the the lodge to get ready for Adrian and Anna's wedding day.  Thanks to a friend, I have a green bloose to go with the gypsy skirt grandma bought me prior to her passing.  That with all my Dine' jewlery is perfect!  Robby on the other hand thought that wearing an all black shirt with skull and cross bones was wedding attire.  "What?  In the mountains of the Kentucky, most guys have one good shirt, and it goes for church, weddings, and funerals."

I just rolled my eyes.  "Grandpa Fred, help!"  So once he knew what was going on, Grandpa Fred teased, "What am I going to do with you boy?  Come down to my house." Thus Rob was equipped with a nice grey dress shirt (that isnt black) and a bolo.  He looked so nice, I loaned him my pinstripe fedora.  Then it was off to the wedding.  And what a beautiful wedding it was!  Afterwards, all of us from BABR headed to Pizza Hut for our own party.  Twas a grand day!

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Journey to Broken Arrow Bible Ranch

 So just a few days ago, we boarded a Greyhound in Knoxville, TN.  So we were in Nashville then on to Memphis.  Next lay over was in Dallas, TX, and after 3 hours sitting in the terminal, the bus fums late at night caused me to throw up.  Not only that, but bags had not shown up having loaded on the sister bus heading in to Dallas.  Finally, just as we were boarding the bags arrived and got loaded on the next bus.  Then it was on to New Mexico.  We grabbed lunch in Tucumcari, and 37 hours after starting we arrived in Gallup, NM.  We quickly crashed in bed, content to be done traveling for 2 months.

Robby had gotten sunburned our second day there, so he crashed in the lodge.  I on the other hand was restless.  I told Robby I would be back in time for supper, as I was going on a walk.  Slowly I walked up the end of the road, then continued on down to Joe Milo's Trading Post.  There I found a cedar wood flute for Robby's 39th birthday coming in July.  I also bought myself a mini Navajo cradle board, until I can get a full sized one for my future children.  After browsing around for a while and buying a can of ice cold Dr. Pepper, I headed back to BABR.  By the time I returned, Robby was all worried.  " Were were you?", he asked.  I smiled slyly, "Hunting gifts."  He scolded a wee bit, but then let it rest.

After we finished the main part of training, we headed up to Mt. Taylor, the Turquoise Mountain, to go camping.  I was excited, as I never had been camping over night.  Of course, we nearly never got our tent up, thank goodness for friends.  After a good night sleep, we hiked to the top of Mt. Taylor, and may then biked down...sadly my ankle was acting up and Robby had stabbed his knee on a yucca plant while taking pictures, so neither of us rode.  It is a great start to the summer!

~ Traveller Gal, out!