I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses and the voice I hear, falling on my ear the Son of God discloses

My brother is working at Alberta Hospital as a student Chaplain this summer for the next three months. Yesterday, he had to go to a patient picnic in which he was told that he would be playing baseball. I'm not sure that he was that enthused by the prospect of playing baseball with the criminally insane but I guess he did it anyways. So I, being the nice sister I am, asked how his day went "with the kids" to which he responded, "They're not kids Ingrid. They're murderers and rapists." I was quite taken aback to his response but I guess it was at least an accurate description of who these people are. I think that was the extent of that conversation.


**This is a picture of me. I don't like many pictures of myself but this one is great. It's not centered, you can't see my whole face and it's not perfect. It reminds me that we are an imperfect people, chosen by God. His grace alone is what saves us.**

On the lighter side, my brother was asked by one of the supervisors if he was a patient. He realized this only after he looked at his own patient list and and saw that the name the supervisor called him was on it. My brother promptly came home and shaved off his beard. Maybe he deserved that though. He's been coming home and "psychoanalyzing" all of us and telling us all of our problems. One insight that has come from the constant torment my brother has been putting us through is that I have a slight obsession with geometric patterns. My favorite clothes and earrings all are circles or have circles on them. I realized this as I was cleaning my room last night. Maybe he's been right all along...