April 2010, Part 2

Nacogdoches, TX. Land of tumbleweed, cowboys, and big blue skies. Country of friendly faces, kindred company, and sizzling summers. After winding our way down South-West we found ourselves in this Texas town nestled in between the expansive flatlands. We greatly enjoyed our time there. That Sunday morning we were blessed to hear a very wise, deep sermon on holiness, which was inspiring, nurturing, and faith-building, along with the beautiful hymns and psalms sung. The concert that night was full and fun, and we were even able to see some dear friends from the Fine Arts Summer Academy afterwards.

On the way home we stopped in at our maternal grandparents living deep in the Kiamichi Mountains of South-Eastern Oklahoma, and camped out there for several days. We loved the vacation! The countryside was beautiful in the Spring weather, and the lovely fellowship of our sweet grandparents and the calm environment of their home refreshed our spirits.

Back home for one day, and then out again before dawn Saturday morning for Wilkesboro, NC. To arrive at our destination we took a delightful route through the Blue Ridge Mountains, where we were able to see the vivid green and spacious beauty of old forests, the exuberant beauty of blooming redbuds, and the pure loveliness of the white dogwood trees.

When we arrived we were immediately welcomed by some very, very sweet people, with such kindred hearts and friendly spirits! That night Robin, or more often called Mama in our household, spoke to the audience assembled on the Judeo-Christian ethics set forth in Genesis 3 as the way of salvific living. The words the Lord has put in her heart were very inspiring to us all. The next morning we played a full concert, worshipping Yahweh through music, and were so happy to see so many lovely little people in the service. Children do give such life and light.

After a delicious lunch, in which we had the privilege of conversing with these good, good friends, we loaded up in our vehicles and drove away. The blossoming mountains of North Carolina melted away into the green forests of Tennessee, and, late that night, we found ourselves once more at our dear, sweet home, where the grass is carpeted with violets and sunflowers and dandelions…

~Camille Faërie