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Blog: Encompassed by total grace

Vieraskieliset / In-english20.1.2022 6.00

I stand on the yard and gaze in­to au­tum­nal twi­light. My face is wet from driz­z­le. I take a deep bre­ath. I know there are far too many things that re­qui­re my at­ten­ti­on. Too many ex­pec­ta­ti­ons and de­mands. I stare in­to the dee­pe­ning dusk. There is a lump in my throat. I feel so ina­de­qu­a­te.

Blog: I suddenly realized I was happy

Vieraskieliset / In-english27.12.2021 12.00

I was ma­king no­tes for this blog post af­ter ele­ven p.m. on Sun­day eve­ning. I was ex­haus­ted af­ter a busy week, but I sud­den­ly found my­self hum­ming with hap­pi­ness ins­te­ad of mo­a­ning with fa­ti­gue.

Blog: Confirmation bubbles

Vieraskieliset / In-english17.12.2021 12.00

I am at Jäm­sä Opis­to. Two con­fir­ma­ti­on camps of 50 stu­dents each are in pro­cess. One group is wor­king downs­tairs, using the as­semb­ly hall when the whole group needs to be pre­sent as well as the out­door dorms. We are ups­tairs. We do not have sau­na, be­cau­se the sau­na sec­ti­on is wit­hin the ter­ri­to­ry of the downs­tairs camp. There is re­no­va­ti­on going on in the kitc­hen. At lunch time we the­re­fo­re run ac­ross the yard with our masks on in­to a big tent where lar­ge pots of he­a­ted soup are wai­ting. Me­al­ti­mes are stag­ge­red in such a way that the staff have time to di­sin­fect the place in bet­ween the bub­b­le groups.

Blog: They call it restful retirement

Vieraskieliset / In-english10.12.2021 12.00

The best way to get rid of one’s sen­se of well-being is to take on an ex­ces­si­ve work­lo­ad at the be­gin­ning of the sum­mer.

Blog: Comfort is close

Vieraskieliset / In-english3.12.2021 12.00

I was wai­ting for mail from the edi­tors of on­li­ne Päi­vä­mies, won­de­ring that the staff must be very busy not to have time even to ack­now­led­ge the re­cep­ti­on of the blog post that I had re­cent­ly sent! Fi­nal­ly, I went through my sent emails, but could not find the text I thought I had sent. It was not even in the drafts sec­ti­on.

Blog: The unique value of children

Vieraskieliset / In-english26.11.2021 12.00

In the mor­ning dusk of the day com­me­mo­ra­ting child­ren’s rights I was watc­hing the Fin­nish flag flying on its pole. My mind was sud­den­ly floo­ded with me­mo­ries of my child­hood and of the many child­ren I have met over the de­ca­des.

Blog: On a speaking trip

Vieraskieliset / In-english19.11.2021 13.21

My fat­her ser­ved as a spe­a­ker for de­ca­des. When it was his turn to speak at ser­vi­ces in our home cong­re­ga­ti­on, it was al­wa­ys spe­ci­al for us, his child­ren. I do not think I was ever ner­vous for my fat­her. Ma­y­be I did not even wor­ry about such things as a child. But I do re­mem­ber the spe­ci­al fee­ling I had when I sat at ser­vi­ces, lis­te­ning to my fat­her speak.

Blog: No confirmation picture was taken

Vieraskieliset / In-english12.11.2021 11.50

Last sum­mer I was ab­le to at­tend the con­fir­ma­ti­on ser­vi­ces of three grandc­hild­ren. They were fes­ti­ve oc­ca­si­ons. The yo­ung con­fir­mand may even be a bit em­bar­ras­sed as the cen­ter of at­ten­ti­on, sur­roun­ded by his or her grand­pa­rents, god­pa­rents, ot­her re­la­ti­ves and friends who have come to ce­leb­ra­te.

Blog: Give me time!

Vieraskieliset / In-english2.9.2021 7.00

We were le­a­ving on a trip. It was al­re­a­dy late on Sun­day eve­ning, and our son, who usu­al­ly just drops in brief­ly, kept sit­ting in our home. Fi­nal­ly, I had to go out to take our bags in­to the car. Unex­pec­ted­ly, the boy came out with me and be­gan to share his thoughts. He felt at­t­rac­ted to a girl, but was not cer­tain about his own fee­lings, nor the girl’s fee­lings. I en­cou­ra­ged him to con­tact the girl and to ask her if she would like to le­arn to know him bet­ter.

Blog: Cemetery peace

Vieraskieliset / In-english31.8.2021 7.00

This past sum­mer I spent a lot of time at Toi­ja­la ce­me­te­ry, be­cau­se my mot­her is no lon­ger ab­le to take care of our re­la­ti­ves’ gra­ves. For many ye­ars al­re­a­dy I have plan­ted flo­wers on the gra­ves in Toi­ja­la and al­so on my grand­pa­rents’ gra­ves in Lem­pää­lä and my sis­ter’s grave in Ur­ja­la. My mot­her, ho­we­ver, has been res­pon­sib­le for wa­te­ring the flo­wers on the ne­ar­by gra­ves. Fin­nish sum­mers are of­ten so rai­ny that wa­te­ring has not been a ma­jor task.

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Nöyrät sinä pelastat, mutta ylpeiden katseen painat alas. Sinä, Herra, sytytät minun lamppuni, sinä, Jumala, tuot pimeyteeni valon. Ps. 18:28–29

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