I may have posted before about these steam pipes all over the City. They are well known throughout Russia and the former USSR, and they are all over Karaganda. We learned while we are here that they all come from a single source in the City, about three or four miles north of downtown, where there is a public works facility
The great thing about the bible is that its depth and riches are never exhausted, they never reach their end. And it takes on deeper meaning as we get older, as well as through different circumstances that life offers us. This Psalm, known to Jews and Christians alike for thousands of years, has new meaning for our family now that God has invited Aliya to join us. She was formed of god, born of someone else, and knit together with us. Psalm 139 is the same as it was when each of our first three children were born, and it's still all that, but more profound (and more appropriate!) to us today when we think of Aliya's life:
Happy Valentine's Day and an interim Thank You! again to our Webservant, Jason, and his lovely bride Becky, who tolerates long late hours of his creativity and service to us and others. This photo was taken at a recent re-enactment of their wedding!
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Well they found the missing paperwork! We do exist after all . . . It wasn't lost in San Diego at the immigration office there, as we originally thought. The San Diego Office submitted proof that it was sent to the Embassy in Almaty (Home of the "We Never Lose Things" Superburger) in March of 2004. Which explains why our facilitator confirmed with the Embassy before we came to Kazakhstan that the Embassy had our paperwork. Since then, our files were erased, or perhaps we were entered into the equivalent of the Kazakhstani witness protection program. That's probably why everyone here stares at us like we don't fit in---