Happy Birthday dear Mother!

I guess words cannot describe what my mother means to me. Beautiful. Loving. Very kind. A gentle mother whose done her job willingly! Have  a wonderful year Mom!

Thoughtful

When God resides we stop and meditate upon the truths of his precepts.

 

Blue and Green

A sheet of blue and a puff of white, with a tall, green pine tree to set it all off.

A Morning There

Sunlight flickers across the upper courtyard of Headquarters, and warms a few spots in its earliest beams. Here I often check my email and await the coming of the day when I am in Guatemala City.

To Fly

Sharp and at the ready.

Yesterday’s flight to the Petén was delayed a couple hours due to heavy fog. When the tower finally cleared everyone to taxi we made it to zero-one before everyone else, but had to wait for all the airlines to take off first. We allowed probably fifteen aircraft to take off before we were finally cleared.

Grounded

Years ago a MAM pilot tried to take off, realized it wasn’t going to work, and tried to abort –only to go past the end of the runway and over the side of a cliff. Miraculously everyone  survived (a tree caught them). This is a picture of the fuselage of that airplane… and in the second picture our current mission pilot tries heroically to get it off the ground. 

Focus

Moonlight on the windmill pulls your eyes towards one place –and there you focus.

Marching Brown

A golden sun upon a boring brown fence becomes an array of marching solders. They all reflect the light -but one outshines them all.

*second floor of mission headquarters

Black and White

A mind bent in thought, a grin or two on the side, and a prayerful gaze on the future -these men come from different places, countries, and cultures –but they hold one thing in common.

They walk the walk and talk the talk.

Neither Here Nor There

Soft and glorious with a gilded sun dropping into the western reaches of the horizon. It’s here high above the clouds that we touch the very edges of space, yet our eyes take in with awe not what lies above, but rather the splendor of this middle earth.

*As I write we’re closing in on a final descent into Guatemala City. It’s been a good furlough!

Pink

Scattered pink flowers in a sea of grass. Even now they wither, and tomorrow they are gone.

Green

Old and well used, it got left there after our Thursday games with the children. While the activities of life flew all around, it sat poised and ready in a sea of calm.