Recovery with Joy
On the Sunday morning after the experience with the ER personnel, I decided not to drive alone to the College Mennonite Church, and went instead with daughter Rachel to the Waterford Mennonite Church where they are members. The morning program featured a Goshen College group known as “The Parables.” By song and story they gave us a beautiful and powerful message.
If you click on the link indicated by The Parables you will find that one of the group is named Becky Snider, from Broadway, Virginia. The more I gazed on her beautiful face the more I was reminded of Snider friends who had served for a time as pastor of a Mennonite Church in Florida. I was a guest many times in their home and remembered that they were the parents of a precocious little girl whom they parented with skill and love. After the meeting I spoke with Becky and learned that indeed she was the little girl of my memory.
Yes, I certainly did get a taste of the pumpkin cake made according to the recipe in this link. We have a blender, but elected to use the colander. Rachel says she now has enough frozen pumpkin for several more cakes. She had used the recipe once before and the family asked her to do it again and again.
In addition, the women of the family made a traditional spaghetti and meat sauce dish that can be traced to the early days of our ministry in Tampa. We were guests of an Italian home for dinner and it turned out to be a clash of cultures. In our hostess’s Italian culture the guest leaves some food on the plate as a sign of sufficiency and satisfaction; In our Dutch culture the guest is taught from infancy to clean the plate. The spaghetti was wonderfully delicious, and we dutifully cleaned our plates which was a signal to our hostess to drop more spaghetti on our plates. And we felt duty bound to clean our plates again, and again, and she felt bound to fill them again and again. Wow, what a contest.
On Sunday afternoon, My Joy came to spend some time with me. On Monday I made an appointment with the Nurse Practitioner who monitors my health quite closely. She happens to be the daughter of an old friend of mine who still lives in eastern Pennsylvania. Then I called the people in South Bend from whom I got my CPAP and said I wish they would check it for me. They said, You don’t need an appointment, just come any time this week.
So I called My Joy. I asked if she would go with me to South Bend, and she said, yes, can we go this afternoon and I will drive. But she had changed her mind by the time I got to her apartment. She thought it might be best if I drove. So we took the 35 mile trip to South Bend and returned through snow blizzard. The snow melted as soon as it hit the ground. Sometimes I am asked if I still drive my car. I do, and you understand that My Joy trusts me.
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