One of our 30th anniversary items we hoped to accomplish was to retrace a bit of our honeymoon travel route here in the Traverse City area. We were married in Traverse City and spent a couple nights up in Petoskey and also visited Mackinac Island. We were hoping to take a trip up to the island while we’re here in the area this month, but it looks like we’re not going to make that happen.
However, today we did get to drive up to Petoskey (about 80 miles north of where we’re staying) and spend a couple hours in a park on Lake Michigan. It was a warm, sunny day with a constant and comfortable breeze. As we racked up steps on our pedometer app, I took some pictures of anything that looked more or less interesting. I’m still trying to get back into the swing of taking pictures with the DSLR camera. I’m not really doing too much with the settings, mostly just moving the aperture dial around and zooming in and out. Nothing exciting in that regard. My skills are limited for sure.
There’s not much rhyme or reason to the ones that came out OK.
We have been richly blessed by Rollins Christian Fellowship Church in Manton, MI to live in this house which for us has become a respite and home for these months of home ministry assignment in the USA. We really didn’t know just how much we needed this time to rest and recoup from urban, cross-cultural living and to address some nagging physical issues that will take months to resolve (at least, we hope we can see them resolved).
I actually took this photo simply because we had been out picking up our much-needed new glasses from Costco, visiting ministry partners from Tennessee, and then driving up to Petoskey, MI where we stayed a couple nights on our honeymoon 30 years ago (in about 2 weeks from now).
Upon returning home 12 hours from when we left this morning, I decided to check the mailbox across the rural highway. I noticed the sun was setting. As I turned to look for traffic, I noticed that 180 degrees opposite the position of the sunset was the moonrise. I snapped a panoramic shot trying to catch them both before the sun disappeared. Can you spot the moon? It’s just a bright blip on this pic, but it was actually clear and large in the eastward sky.
Bethie and I enjoyed an early dinner with her cousin Scott and his wife Dianne who are from Georgia and are in Traverse City visiting his family. We took a leisurely stroll along the waterfront on a cloudy and cool evening (temps in the 60s).
I haven’t taken many pics yet this summer, but I was glad I carried the camera bag along and ended up took some shots mostly just to get back into the practice of taking pics. I need to keep at it as I feel like I’m a little lost on finding the right settings.
During our short drive into Cadillac, MI to run some errands today, we stopped by Cadillac Lake to explore the walking trail lined with little parks. We discovered this wall with butterfly wings painted on them. Beautiful.
A good friend posted this as a reply on FB to something else…worth sharing here:
Shortly after [Dallas] Seminary was founded in 1924, it almost folded. It came to the point of bankruptcy. All the creditors were ready to foreclose at twelve noon on a particular day. That morning, the founders of the school met in the president’s office to pray that God would provide. In that prayer meeting was Harry Ironside. When it was his turn to pray, he said in his refreshingly candid way, “Lord we know that the cattle on a thousand hills are Thine. Please sell some of them and send us the money.”
Just about that time, a tall Texan in boots and an open-collar shirt strolled into the business office. “Howdy!” he said to the secretary. “I just sold two carloads of cattle over in Fort Worth. I’ve been trying to make a business deal go through, but it just won’t work. I feel God wants me to give this money to the seminary. I don’t know if you need it or not, but here’s the check,” and he handed it over.
The secretary took the check and, knowing something of the critical nature of the hour, went to the door of the prayer meeting and timidly tapped. Dr. Lewis Sperry Chafer, the founder and president of the school, answered the door and took the check from her hand. When he looked at the amount, it was for the exact sum of the debt. Then he recognized the name on the check as that of the cattleman. Turning to Dr. Ironside, he said, “Harry, God sold the cattle.“
Howard Hendricks: Stories for the Heart compiled by Alice Gray (Portland: Multnomah Press, 1996), p. 272.
Bethie’s sister and her family just returned from a two week excursion to Mexico (not intentionally to miss us there…as far as I know!), and they couldn’t resist bringing back a Mexican hoodie/poncho for Rosie.
Pastor Jefferson M. Williams and I met when he brought a gang of teenagers down to Mexico in 2008 on a week long mission trip. We discovered then that we shared a love for God, kids, serving Jesus, and a sense of humor that few people think should be legal.
Only God could plan on us being 15 minutes from each other with a couple of hours available to sit and share some ice cream, some deep conversation and genuine laughter, and neither of us started the day having any idea we would have this time together having not even talked to each other in-person or on the phone since June 2010. #anotherprovidentialappointment
We look forward to meeting up again sometime in the coming months to share in ministry. As he would say, “Aslan is on the move…and it’s time to unstrap the concealed iguanas.” (an inside joke)
Bless you Jeff and Maxine Micki Deacon Williams. Looking forward to seeing you again when we figure out our schedule after our trip West.
(Apparently, Jeff sometimes has trouble taking selfies just like I do. This phtographic activity probably shouldn’t be considered an entertaining event, but that’s how we roll.)