Reminders...Journeys

How did I get here?

How did I go from Ng*Caima Hi*maya, (the * is where a tongue-click would be pronounced), the girl from Sokitumi Island who used to worship the goddesses & gods (including my favorite, Goddess Lahubutaniya (the goddess of love); Anghj; Feomah (the mother goddess); Angh Tamahou (the god of fertility) the big Volcano god, Wan Sockem-lugi), to the wife of the pastor in this small town? From a university student studying drama and desiring to be a broadway actress to a wife and mother? How I almost married a count that my family chose for me, but instead I was able to marry Lyndon.

I have changed so much, yet I am still the same. Concern about my family still is a priority, but now my family focus is on Faith and Lyndon, instead of my siblings.

I fear that I have forgotten most of my native tongue, Sokitumian, for lack of using it. I am going to help Faith learn some basic words like Mah (Mom) and Parther (Dad).

I even found my old blog. http://nichumphrey.livejournal.com/

Pastoral Notes: A Season for Planting

and a season for harvest. Not only in the natural world are there seasons for harvesting crops and planting crops, but spiritually as well. I am continually reminded about my flock, the residents of the hood and how like the plants in my garden I am to nuture them, prune them at times, toss fertilizer on them and water them. God will cause the growth and then they will be ripe and ready for harvest. I have been praying about the spiritual state of the hood, residents seems to coast through life as if there is no God, that life is simply a state of wake up-work-eat-sleep. As if they are robots. I hope to get through to them that they are more than that-life can have purpose and meaning, but...well I struggle with how. Thank God for my lovely wife, Nicole. She thinks of the best ideas to spread the message around the hood, be it lectures, opening our home for dinners or what have you. She is truly my helpmate, I don't know what I would do without her in my life.

Musing

the spiritual state of the hood each morning over tea before I leave for work. I sense the pain and sorrow in the hearts of the residents. Lyndon knows it as well, God shares that with him during his prayertime.


I told Lyndon that we need to open our home up for dinners. Invite each neighbor at least once to fellowship in our home, regardless of thier relationship or lack of relationship with God. We must open our arms to them.

Mano-e-Mano

I visited the Farmer's Market to look around and experience the Food Expo. I spoke with Leroy, the owner and the previous pastor of the hood before the great scandal. He said that I am doing a great job and to keep my wife happy, I told him that sometimes trying to keep them happy doesn't stop them from...well, he knew what I was talking about. I invited him to service and I said that I hoped to see him there. Nicole wants to serve refreshments after service, mostly cake and tea. I miss her island cooking, maybe I can find some ingrediants to surprise her.