331 – My Yearnings for Orphans

331 – My Yearnings for Orphans

December 14 Daly City, trailer park

We had a slower start than we had intended because we got up at 7 instead of 5am.

In my Bible reading, I got Luke 2:12 This will be a sign to you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.

I keep thinking of GG’s dream that there were seven of us in our family and she didn’t have enough beds for us all.

I keep thinking of orphans and widows, dreams and yearnings. 

I keep thinking about also thought of the 40 Sri Lankan orphans that the pastor adopted, and Lillian Trasher’s Egyptian orphans.

Since last Christmas it seems very clear that the Lord is working in me the heart preparation for me to have a baby in my life once again. Thy will be done, Lord.

James 1:27 Religion that our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.

Matthew 25:36 I needed clothes and you clothed Me, I was sick and you looked after Me, I was in prison and you came to visit Me.

Deuteronomy 14:29 Bring tithes…produce…for Levites and aliens—that the fatherless and widows who live in your towns may come and eat and be satisfied, so that the Lord your God may bless you in all the work of your hands.

Psalm 146:9 The Lord watches over the alien and sustains the fatherless and the widow but He frustrates the ways of the wicked.

Isaiah 1:17 Learn to do right, seek justice, encourage the oppressed, defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow.

We called our friend Jan in the evening. She commiserated and will call people to pray for us!

14-Summer at Camp Bloomfield

14- Summer at Camp Bloomfield 

This story happened 2 years before I met Rory. It was a memorable summer, a significant part of my history. My goal is to show more of my mindset in my early twenties.

All through college I stayed in contact with Nancy, my best friend in high school. In 1967, we had the idea of finding summer jobs where we could help people in some way. Nancy’s older sister, Carol, whose personality and advice had already been so impactful to us years before, was following John F. Kennedy’s call and serving in the Peace Corps in Kabul, Afghanistan, as a Registered Nurse. I’m sure this impacted us greatly.

Nancy heard about summer camps for blind children, so we sent out several applications, hoping to spend the off-school months working together in the same location. But that did not pan out.

Nancy took a position in a blind camp in northern California. I accepted a job with the Foundation for the Junior Blind in southern California. The camp was seven miles inland from that glorious spot of warm, sandy, Pacific-Ocean-beach called Malibu. Unfortunately for those of us who liked to body surf and tan our bodies, we were not allowed off site except on the weekends or for emergencies. Continue reading “14-Summer at Camp Bloomfield”