In the meantime

 Skyscrapers everywhere...       It's the familiar sights of the city.        It looks like home.  People blasting their music [in the middle of the night]...         Some might call it annoying or rude.           To me it is one of those [strangely] comforting and happy sounds of being home.   Coffee and tapioca...        This combination is hard to beat.         It tastes like home.                                                             there are some things that just never change                                                                 [these are a few of my favorite things]

I recently started a book by missionary John Paton called Thirty Years Among South Seas Cannibals.   I am only a few chapters into it, but already, its story is captivating, while at the same time, an example to learn from. Paton describes a particular event during his growing-up years in which there was practically no food in the house.  His mother’s actions in response to  God’s direct provision left a lasting impression on John's young mind, as well as his spiritual life.  He says: “My mother, seeing our surprise at such an answer to her prayers, took us around her knees, thanked God for His goodness, and said to us: ‘O my children, love your Heavenly Father, tell Him in faith and prayer all your needs, and He will supply your wants so far as it shall be for your good and His glory.”  (pg. 50-51) And it really is true.  Praying with those two things in mind—that God will answer according to what is best for us and that He will do it according to His glory—very much affects our p

...your mental concoction of a recipe for lunch turns out! Let me explain: Isaac made a pretty yummy dish of stir-fried rice today. While I've had stir-fried rice dozens of times, I've never thought to try sweet-and-sour sauce on it (at least not when I've eaten it at home.)  This time however, it just "smelled" like it needed some sauce to go with it!  But...where is the sauce? "I think I can come up with something" I thought. I scooped some brown sug ar into a small saucepan, and poured in about the same amount of vinegar . It seemed like it should have some mustard in it as well, so I squirted some in. The vinegar smell coming from the pan was a little strong, so I dumped some water in to water it down a little. As it began to heat, I had the wild idea of putting several drops of red Tabasco sauce in it. "Now, for it to all dissolve and come to a boil. Then I'll add some cornstarch  and soy sauce."   Once it came to a boil, I added the c