coming home...

Sighing, I looked down at the numbers on my cell for the fifteenth time. Two more minutes until 1:10-when class is over and the talk of the cycle of sarcomere contraction finally ceases…
Occasionally, the anatomy and physiology course can be fascinating, but today a hundred other things filled my mind. As our teacher gave the final homework instructions, I clumsily stuffed the dangerously heavy books into my bag, and made my way out of that torturous land of boredom…

I opened the door and a gust of fresh air filled my lungs. Trying to avoid getting soaked by the downpour, I hurried to the car. Once comfortably seated, I started the engine, turned on some music, and pulled out. Home eagerly awaited…or maybe I just wanted to be home. ; )
After parking in the carport, I struggled to get all my things in just one trip to the house. But even before I could gather all my belongings, three year old Silas came scampering out barefooted, even in the cold, rainy weather. I’ve never felt so loved. His adorable face was all playful and mischievous, his eyes sparkling. He ran to the car door and peeked in the window on his tip-toes. As I was still struggling to get my bothersome things, he opened the door for me like a gentleman and greeted me with the cutest smile, and a high pitched little boy’s voice, “Hi Kawen!”

Though this is a common practice for him, it suddenly has struck me to be so dear. It makes coming home the most wonderful thing in the world.

I hug him and tousle his very blonde hair as we venture inside. There we part ways, me to finish some more school, and Silas to his tower of duplos… sometimes I imagine what it would be like to be Silas. : )

K.E.H.

duet

ellanie playing along with "auntie kare". she loves it. i love that stinker. ;)

K.E.H.

Merry Christmas

run with me?

I was with a group of friends, and we were all in a circle talking and laughing. We were pretty much the only things that existed in our eyes. The things around us only mattered a little, like an old shirt matters only a little when you get a new one. Suddenly, by grace I was drawn away from myself and the others, to something magnificent. I could hardly see it through the haze of busy excitement around me. It looked quite small and insignificant, and very easy to ignore…yet I was being drawn toward it, I know not how or why. As I dared to step out of my comfortable circle of friends, it became a little brighter, like a faint lantern off in the distance on a snowy night slowly growing more vivid. I did not know what to do but come closer. As I did, I saw that it was a prize. Not a piece of medal or gold cup, but a man. He was stricken and bruised, crimson from blood, yet white as snow. He was shinning in the light, the most beautiful view I have ever seen. He was humble, yet looked like a king, everything about him declared power and majesty. His arms were open, and behind him, though I could not perceive it completely except for a ray of light, was heaven, a glorious view to behold. As I gazed forward, I did not realize where I was standing until I looked down. I had begun to tread on a path that was rocky and hard, it was a path of toil and pain. To my dismay, it was the only way to this glory. I wanted to turn back immediately and get off the treacherous path and sprint the opposite way where it was easy and looked nice. I wanted to join my friends again and laugh about the easy things. Yet I cannot, even though the hard path stares cold, raw, and evilly at me, that glimpse of glory is tugging at my heart, and I want to run after it, to run towards the goal---Christ’s glory. As I look at my dear friends, I urge them to come too…


Run with me, towards the goal?


K.E.H.

"The path you take with your feet should never contradict the conviction of your heart."

J.H.

Soccer 2007

K.E.H.

How Wonderful

When you gaze at the stars,
Or the shining sea,
How glorious, how wonderful

When you receive a gift,
That you didn't expect,
Find a friend,
Or see the sunset,
How wonderful, how marvelous

When justice is done,
When mercy is lent,
How awesome, how wonderful

When children share,
When fathers love,
How beautiful, how precious

When you think of heaven,
When God whispers in your ear,
Telling you He's always there;
How mysterious, how beautiful, how wonderful.



K.E.H.