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I heard a story once about a not-so-famous jazz pianist, Boyd Lee Dunlop, who learned how to play on a broken piano in a neighbor’s yard. It must have been a little like this (click here). I think God is like that - a master musician who can coax beautiful music out of broken instruments. If my life has any loveliness in it, it is only because God is writing a concerto for a broken me.

The latest movement in this concerto has some interesting dissonance. Living trust and joy in the middle of crisis is our new daily challenge.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Hanging at the airport in Lima

Greg is busily at work on his few thousand thoughts -- an email he sends out to the church and friends of the church.



So far the trip has been uneventful.   There are 24 of us so lots of luggage to handle.  




This was our plane - a 787:


It was huge and really nice.   Three sets of three seats with two aisles, and really nice touch screen displays.   I watched a movie - Salmon Fishing in the Yemen - and I slept a lot.   Eight hours is a pretty long flight!   



That's all for now.  


First leg of the journey down, two to go!  Not sure when I'll have internet again, but much love to all of you.   

-Bonnie :)




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