Ou Country "Daughter"
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“I’m your daughter, you know,” Junko mused on the phone from a relative’s house where she was visting. In from the country for a short visit.
I must admit to being proud and happy to have a “daughter” like Junko. Yesterday she came over and after supper sat down to the piano to accompany our class in singing hymns. She practically made that piano talk/sing as she moved up and down the keyboard with runs and beautiful chords. I was practically in tears.
Some of my feelings were no doubt related to the long road Junko has traveled. A road that we’ve had a part in. Once I had just gotten back from America and was looking at the clock to see how soon I could “justify” going to bed...with jet lag. Suddenly the phone rang and it was Junko. She said she was locked out of her home. She lived 2 hours away, but I told my husband that I would have to get on the trains and go to help her.
I went and when I got there, we went into the home together. I was quizzed on why I was there, but the incident blew over.
Junko had a lot of episodes like that. This lady who used to work in the Prime Minister’s office, was a piano teacher, a beautiful and dedicated Christian, a skillful maker of hand ornaments...had a marriage that was in shambles and she eventually felt helpless to change anything. When it seemed as though her very life was at stake, when some of the terrible headlines we read about today might be in the offing, Junko moved into our spare downstairs room and for over a year commuted to a job 2 hours away.
After a year when the marriage was officially over, Junko moved back to her home country roots and began life with her parents. The years have flown by and the 3 children are grown up--one is a registered nurse, one a public school teacher, and the son is a company worker. As adults they are understanding, and love thier Mom! They also take good care of their Dad.
It was a trip to see her first grandchild that brought her back to her family. And to us. This morning in the car she “lectured” on the necessity to learn to be joyful and happy and praise the Lord in spite of problems in life. She’s learned it well. Junko is a vibrant person.....and I’m thankful she’s our “daughter,” even though we joked that this new bay is our great grandchild! Are we old enough for that??
“I’m your daughter, you know,” Junko mused on the phone from a relative’s house where she was visting. In from the country for a short visit.
I must admit to being proud and happy to have a “daughter” like Junko. Yesterday she came over and after supper sat down to the piano to accompany our class in singing hymns. She practically made that piano talk/sing as she moved up and down the keyboard with runs and beautiful chords. I was practically in tears.
Some of my feelings were no doubt related to the long road Junko has traveled. A road that we’ve had a part in. Once I had just gotten back from America and was looking at the clock to see how soon I could “justify” going to bed...with jet lag. Suddenly the phone rang and it was Junko. She said she was locked out of her home. She lived 2 hours away, but I told my husband that I would have to get on the trains and go to help her.
I went and when I got there, we went into the home together. I was quizzed on why I was there, but the incident blew over.
Junko had a lot of episodes like that. This lady who used to work in the Prime Minister’s office, was a piano teacher, a beautiful and dedicated Christian, a skillful maker of hand ornaments...had a marriage that was in shambles and she eventually felt helpless to change anything. When it seemed as though her very life was at stake, when some of the terrible headlines we read about today might be in the offing, Junko moved into our spare downstairs room and for over a year commuted to a job 2 hours away.
After a year when the marriage was officially over, Junko moved back to her home country roots and began life with her parents. The years have flown by and the 3 children are grown up--one is a registered nurse, one a public school teacher, and the son is a company worker. As adults they are understanding, and love thier Mom! They also take good care of their Dad.
It was a trip to see her first grandchild that brought her back to her family. And to us. This morning in the car she “lectured” on the necessity to learn to be joyful and happy and praise the Lord in spite of problems in life. She’s learned it well. Junko is a vibrant person.....and I’m thankful she’s our “daughter,” even though we joked that this new bay is our great grandchild! Are we old enough for that??
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