Since Friday my husband has washed the dishes twice (LOTS, nay MOUNTAINS of dishes), cleaned the bathroom, cleaned out the litter box every day (he says it makes him feel like he's taking care of our kittens, sweet), cooked 4 - maybe 5 meals (including a lentil soup that will know your socks off), mowed the yard, weeded some in the garden, installed a window air-conditioner (twice), changed the oil in the jeep (that's today), and hugged me every day without fail while telling me how much he loves me and what a good wife I am.

This is really not even the half of it - most importantly, he has held me together when my faith waivers - he has remained a strong spiritual (and emotional) leader and it makes me cry as I write this - thinking about how incredibly blessed I am to have him.


Father - thank you for my husband...my Jonathan. Teach me how to be a good wife for him. Amen.
I have just caught up on all your lovely blogs - and decided it was about time to tell you about my little foray in Europe. It was in three parts, which fills my little organized heart with joy.

Part I - England
Lots of relaxing, a day in London, hanging out with the folks, Jonathan preaching

I've been to England twice before, and I still thoroughly enjoy it, especially London. This time we went to the British Museum,
and I discovered I am not a museum person, always good to discover new things about oneself don't you think? I had already been in Westminster Abbey, twice (it's one of my FAVORITE places) so this time we attended the Evensong worship service.
At first it was awe-inspiring to hear the choir and feel God in such a glorious place, but then I couldn't enjoy it because they kept making us stand up and sit down - stand-up and sit down - and I found it amusing that we were worshiping very near poet's corner - worshiping God next to the graves of Keats and Shelly, neither very big proponents of Christianity in its ceremonial form. Then we decided to lay out on the grass at Westminster to recover from the standing and sitting - but we couldn't stay long because apparently the bell-ringer in the tower was being electrocuted - at least that's what it sounded like, and it went on for like 20 minutes until we couldn't take it any more - so we were off again.
I got to know my family - I realized I had only met them twice, once was full of anxiety because it was the first time and then it was at the wedding, so we didn't really know each other, but now we do and I must say that they are a fun bunch of people - full of ideas of what family means - and I felt their love and support wash over me every day.
Part II - Italy
Genoa (Aquarium) - Bobbio Pelice - Waldensian sites - Religion and Science Conference

I have already blogged a little about this, but let me just say that it was marvelous. What I didn't tell you about was the first leg of the trip to Genoa. Lovely city with a distinct rhythm, much slower than London, but still faster than here - the days seem to be divided into sections - each with its appropriate meal.
I already told you how beautiful the Alps are, and for a perfect description, take a look at Harmony's blog. The conference was good, often over my head, but it gave Jonathan LOTS to think and talk about. He did an excellent job on his presentation, as always. It fills me with love and pride and security to see him up there, doing what he does, being a spokesperson for God - a receptacle of the Holy Spirit. He was so confident, never stumbling for an answer to a question; he amazes me.

Part III - Wales
Camp Meeting





Wales was lovely as well, cold, but lovely. It has a much different feel from Italy. The landscape is very gentle and easy on the eyes. Jonathan spoke for the teens at camp meeting and in the end 3 were baptized that weekend. It was awesome! I watched Jonathan's dad just bursting with pride for his son - his eldest, the first child he held in his arms and prayed with all his heart that God would take him and lead his life - it must be the most wonderful thing for a parent to see that prayer answered in their child.

Anyway, this has gotten longer than I expected, so I will stop now.



I am at this moment staring up into the Italian Alps, and I don't know what to say. I wish I had the artistry in my mind and words to describe this place worthily. I do not, so I will not try. I am in a valley surrounded by mountains - some snowcapped. They look so close - like I could just start walking and reach them within a few hours - a delusion I'm sure. Did I mentioned we are surrounded, I think I did - I guess that's the nature of a valley huh? It was upon these mountains that so many gave up their lives for thier faith - the Waldensians - and inside this conference center (so beautifully designed to be simple, rustic and comfortable) men are still fighting for their faith, but in a very different way. Scientists and Theologians struggle with the voices inside their heads, and I am grateful that I have no difficulty believing exactly what is revealed to me through the word of God. I am so grateful to look outside and see these majestic mountains and know that the same God who created them also takes care of me and loves me - such power, such power reigned in for me and displayed for me.