It's early Sunday morning and the house is still, save for my potatoes boiling merrily on the stove. Making 10 pounds of mashed potatoes for the Father's Day lunch at church is one of those assignments that makes me breathe a little prayer; He can turn my cooking flops into edible things, you know. I'm also asking Him for inspiration while I carefully watch my kettles -- potatoes will boil over!
"I need an introduction post written for tomorrow, Lord, and I have no creative ideas for writing it. It's another one of those 'I've never met this lady/ I stumbled upon her blog by clicking a comment/ I recognized who's daughter she was' kind of connections and that sounds boring by now."
Quite simply, when I stumbled upon her blog, I recognized Rosina because I went to Calvary Bible School with her siblings and my parents knew hers. I actually have a faint recollection of visiting the Harold Dean Miller family when I was a very small child. The memory is made more clear because of an old photo I remember from the visit; Rosina was the baby I believe.
I have been following Rosina's blog Arabah Rejoice for several years now. Over the course of time we've learned to know each other a bit by sharing blog comments and several emails, as well as practicing our writing together in the little Five Minute Friday group. Anyone who can turn the writing prompt of "Cheese" into a lump-in-the-throat read definitely has a gift!
Rosina is passionate about Delivering Babies, Hearing God's Voice, and Reaching the World around her. I know no better way to describe her writing than to say she has a depth of soul that is rarely seen and it shines through in the words she shares. While pain is never the chosen way, it's presence can do beautiful things in a soft, broken heart. Rosina's story includes pain and her writing reflects the beautiful refining of her soul.
Rosina has been kind enough to share with me the story of how she met her husband, Will. It includes connections at Calvary Bible School, which makes me smile and think of my own story... which is very different from their's, of course, except for that one connection. And now I shall end this introduction, as the potatoes have been mashed and eaten long ago and that is all I have to say.
Story coming tomorrow...
Bring your own tissues.....