Our Opisto student completed his year Jämsä Opisto last spring. He was our first child to attend Opisto. With this minimal parental experience, I am happy to recommend Opisto to every young person.
This fall I started my fifth year in university. My studies have reached a point where there is only an uncompleted Master’s thesis between me and graduation.
That evening I sat slumped on the edge of my bed. I did not have the energy to cry, but the tears on my cheeks kept flowing on their own. I was thinking about my own and my husband’s health. I was wondering if our children would get enough joy and support. I was worried about our mortgage, the price of the confirmation camp, the high cost of the upcoming opisto year, the number of medical appointments. All things that piled up to make a burden. I tried to calculate the equation of sickness benefits and home care allowance, until I just could not go on any more. I stared ahead with unseeing eyes and prayed.
Last spring I was especially lonesome for my mother. The mother who was ready to manage and take care of all things, with whom I could share my joys and sorrows, who helped me plant tomatoes seedlings and lettuce, tend to flowers, and marvel at the miracles of spring and summer. The mother with whom I sat at services and shed tears of joy while singing a touching song. The mother who always asked me if I had had a good day and saw right away if things had not been good.
Thank you, Mother, for teaching me the ABC of life. You were loving and caring. By your example and advice you taught me about simple faith. You trusted in me, though I was not always worthy of your trust. You were hard-working and thereby taught me to appreciate work.
When I wake up in the morning, I like to begin my day by putting on some music. That helps me get started with my daily chores.
We had services in Tervola church on the second Sunday of July. There was one sermon and some singing. I meant to remember the psalm text that was read as an introduction to the sermon, but I forgot it. I wonder if it was Psalm 85 or 86? or 84?
On May 13th this year my husband had spent half of his life with me. For me, that milestone date was already in November last year. I had once calculated those dates just for fun, but in the bustle of daily life I had forgotten my own milestone date.
I will write about a topic that I, and probably many of those who are like me, would rather not discuss with other people. I hope that what I say here will serve as peer support to those tormented by similar anxieties.
While following the lives of my siblings’ families and children as a young girl, I dreamed of a family of my own. But the Heavenly Father had different plans for me.
Do you have a big dream right now? Something concrete and completely realizable? Watch out: it may become true some day. Maybe not quite painlessly and not right away, but some day what is now only a dream may actually be reality
She looks directly at me, but then her gaze shifts to the window and the large aspen trees and dark green spruces that grow outside.
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