I am an MK (missionary kid) and mother of two grown children. Altho' my husband is Japanese (from Koriyama), and we speak Japanese at home, my education (elementary-university) has been in English, so most of my reading and writing is in English too. Last year, we moved to Okinawa and now live in the house my Dad built. I was born in Okinawa--it's been a long time, but I've come home...at last. 2025 August posts are publications put out by wildlife of a Saitama park in 2019.

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October 5, 2010

Embarrassing

It was embarrassing (is that sppelled right?) . I wonder why spellings like that aren't illegalized. Do you know how hard it is for foreigners to learn the English language, with all its "exceptions to the rule" and pronunciation rules differing according to the language on which it is based, etc...? My daughter Emily let me know (English is a required part of most Japanese college entrance examinations.)

Uncle (Mom's) Helping Work with Elderly
But it was still so embarrassing...what was? Oh, right. When I was working on the book today, I was writing about "Grampa Nagata", who had come from Hawaii to help my parents with the work, being heartbroken. His niece's daughter, whom he had led to the Lord himself, had backslidden, and when he died, she was far from Christ. Grampa gave up his dream of seeing her follow the Lord.  But at his funeral, she came back to God and gave her life to serve Him; and her mother (his niece), who had been rather hostile towards Christianity until then, got saved. (By the way, these are all blood relatives.)

I was remembering that time and typing the verse that came alive to us then: Jn. 12:24 "I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds." and I began crying at the memory.

Just then, my husband reached down with, "Here. Cookies and tea (green tea this time)." Kinya--thank you! My sister tells me I am really, really blessed to have been given such a husband; even my Dad wouldn't do that. It makes 20 years of waiting worth it, don't you think?

I was embarrassed that he had caught me "leaking from the eyes". But I wonder if he thought it was his being so kind that made me cry? I guess that's okay then. I told him later what I had been writing about. He has been hearing some of the stories, related in my imperfect Japanese (with, of course, detail and background explanations that will not be included in the book.)

I wasn't going to write about the book for at least a few more posts. But it came out earlier than I had planned--that's the way Emily was born too. June--that's story for another post.