December 12, 1978
Bob is using the typewriter to type s first report to the tribal council. They meet on Saturday & he has to tell them what he has been doing since he started. He also has to submit reports when he inspects an area for being a possible Indian burial ground. I had planned on typing this, which is why I mention it; as a matter of fact, I started a letter on the typewriter-but if I wait for Bob to finish… Don’t know what our plans are for Christmas. Bob really doesn’t want to drive down & back. He would like to fly, but that would mean we would have to build a fence for the dogs by Christmas & I don’t know if we can do it. So, everything is sort of up in the air (we will probably drive down). Our new house is really nice — very bright and cheery. Not really much news- just trying to put everything away — not many cupboards or closets. I’m planning on enjoying a long winter, making things for Bob & Michelle & going for walks to the beach when it’s not raining. Hope you can come & visit soon. Will write as soon as we know what we’re doing.
Kathi, Bob, & Michelle
P.S. Michelle is really enjoying the house- lots of room to run around & play & she likes to go for walks & see the houses.
Jesus is not some abstract idea or person who died 2,000 years ago. He is alive. He said, “I will never leave you.” He knows you cannot do it alone. We are too weak, every last one of us. Who do you know that really “has it together”? No one- not you, not me — there is no security here. No perfection here — yet- until he returns. There is no plateau that we reach on earth where everything is happy and harmonious because of our physical appearance, our home, our job our income — that is grasping at empty air and only in our spiritual life will we reach only with Jesus accepting His Love — in believing in Him can we experience that security & happiness that everyone seeks.
The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung —
By Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung — There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun — Far Psalteries of Summer — Enamoring the Ear They never yet did satisfy — Remotest — when most fair The Sun shone whole at intervals — Then Half — then utter hid — As if Himself were optional And had Estates of Cloud Sufficient to enfold Him Eternally from view — Except it were a whim of His To let the Orchards grow — A Bird sat careless on the fence — One gossipped in the Lane On silver matters charmed a Snake Just winding round a Stone — Bright Flowers slit a Calyx And soared upon a Stem Like Hindered Flags — Sweet hoisted — With Spices — in the Hem — 'Twas more — I cannot mention — How mean — to those that see — Vandyke's Delineation Of Nature's — Summer Day!