Well, here’s another post I didn’t have the courage to post. I wrote this on the 1st Anniversary of the Historian going away. I don’t talk to my sister in Heaven, but on that day I just wanted to pretend she wasn’t really gone.

Today happens to be the second anniversary of her leaving, so maybe it’s a good day to post this—unfinished. Seems appropriate.

Well, I’m already crying, before I even get to my laptop. It was a year ago today (it’s still October 8th for me) that I last saw your smiling face. Any idea when we might see you, again? Are there any indications there? I know you can’t tell me, but I’m curious. There must have been some commotion when people heard about Israel. Oh, I wish we could talk about that. Honestly, I had such an urge to just go to Israel and do anything I could to help and serve. If only I really was a Jewish grandmother. I have recently been learning about Golda Meir and I am disappointed by her being a secular Jew with questionable morals, but what an incredible person. Served the cause of Israel for almost her entire life. Anyway, the situation there is very upsetting. I know we would have been on the phone with each other in the middle of that night.

Since it’s been quite awhile since we last spoke, I thought I’d share a little update. It has really been an incredible 12 months. I can’t believe you missed it. So, should I start now and go back in time, or vice-versa? I guess I’ll try to start in the past and move forward. There’s a lot I’ll probably skip, though. In fact, let’s skip ahead to the kids acting in their first play.

They were amazing! The whole play was wonderful. Doug wrote an original song for it and composed the background music.. It was so beautiful. The kids were all wonderful and it was absolutely the best thing I got to do in 2022. If I could, I would do nothing but make theatre with children. Teach them about Jesus, and make theatre. I don’t think I’m great with kids, but I do love them a lot. That’s why I eventually gave my notice, because I knew I didn’t have the gentleness children need. Plus, I must look like a monster to them. It’s one thing to be fat and short, but fat and tall is terrifying. And, then I have this face that defaults to dead stare, because there’s always 501 concerns swimming in my brain. I really did believe the program was doing so well that I could help the next person in line, but…oh, well.

To step back to December for a minute, I did have another bout with the new cold in town. I will spare you the details, but I was out for three weeks. Pure will power dragged me out of bed for the New Year’s Day service.

It was on News Year’s Day I finally understood Doug’s vision for Wayfarers’ Lodge. My eyes opened and I just knew it was going to happen this year. Of course, what it ended up being was not what I thought I understood it to be, which is kind of bizarre. Actually, it’s just God. If He had shown me with the shadows and fog, I’d have balked. Oh, man. The whole Wayfarers’ journey. I don’t know if I can really give that the time and attention it deserves. I mean, that journey was quite twisty-turney.

Just want to insert here that the Holy Spirit, in February, showed me that June and September would both be significant months. Now, what I thought would happen in June did happen, but also something very much more than expected. What I thought would happen in September was right on—that was the beginning of WL. Of course, I didn’t know Wayfarers’ was going to be a church, and whatever I did think it would be up until early August I stopped believing would begin in September. Does this make sense? I mean, it does make sense, but I know I’m not communicating it very well. I am not a very good communicator, as you know.

So, let’s jump ahead to March. Just as the Holy Spirit had shown me, this was a month of shock and horror. What I saw were five blueprints. February and March were just confusing. Darkness, Chaos. April and May looked like a train. And, June was a building, which I first thought meant a building, but realized it meant completion, like the building is completed.

June is also when we drove across country. Incredible experience. There were some really weird things going on with me and Doug that God was very displeased about, and He made that clear to us in those first days. It was a really interesting month. Such a time of correction. Revelation. Surrender. God is doing all this stuff—speaking prophetically to Doug, teaching us about faith, revealing our lack of faith, answering prayer—and, through it all is this ongoing conversation about Wayfarers’. Oh, my goodness!

So, July and August were