Full House

On five different flights, from north, south, east, and west of the U.S., we converged on Nassau yesterday. My dear sister and her husband met all the flights and hosted us in their home and a nearby hotel. Today we'll complete our journey over to Cat Island. Already the building of good memories has begun.

Karin's husband Keith arrived with a serious case of the flu, and this morning Chuck isn't feeling well. We're praying that God will heal both of them soon, and protect the rest of us.

On the plane yesterday, I read more of Sidney Poitier's autobiography. He moved to Florida in the 1940s, and suffered the indignities of the "Jim Crow" society. Even after he moved to New York, and then to California, racism was a constant presence. Of course, he got angry. But he writes that he always came to the point where forgiveness was his best option. Just now I'm in process of reading a couple of other books on the same theme. Interesting! True, too.

Have a blessed Sunday.

Carol