Thus, my return to Oak Harbor is primarily for one reason and that being here for the purpose of selling my home and putting myselƒ into a position so that I will be able to follow Jesus′ admonition given to a rich Jewish ruler who asked Jesus “What shall I do to inherit everlasting life?” (Luke 18:18)

As part of his answer, Jesus told this man to “sell all that thou hast, and distribute unto the poor, and thou shall have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me.” (Luke 18:22) Those words still apply to anyone who would want to gain everlasting life today.

Therefore, it is the Myselƒ that is here now to do just that, sell the remaining non-essential possessions in order that I will be able to follow Jesus in doing what he was sent here to do, Preach the Good News of the Kingdom. (Luke 4:43)

However, by returning here to this home, and during the time I remain here until that big day that will arrive when I sell it, it is my sincere desire to discard, dispose, sell or in any other means, reduce in a large way much of the total collection of my possessions.

However long it will take to down size my burden, I will maintain a new count, which count will be the number of days I remain in port awaiting the sale of my home and the connected grass mowing job.

Upon my arrival back onto the island, I drive to my home and open it up after it had been closed for over a half of a year. I open all the windows to air the home out and then go out onto the deck to put up my bird feeders. I just know the birds will be happy that I am back home.

While I am back in my home, I must needs resume the grass mowing job and I am becoming reacquaint with the wild life that frequent the outside of my home.

Cold spring mornings blossom quickly into warm sunny days with temperatures in the mid sixties. Each and every day since I arrived at this harbor has been one that I have heard someone say, This is a beautiful day!

Furthermore, this day is one that is much more beautiful to me in that it marks the beginning of my auxiliary pioneering service and service which I hope to continue for as long as I am able. It is my aspiration to some day resume the regular pioneering, however, I still need to pray for that to happen.

October is the month for traveling upon the west coast. The campsites are no longer full with campers as they are during earlier summer months, the beach goers have left for warmer climate and the coast highway is no longer packed solid with traffic.

Too, the shorter days have brought on cooler temperatures making sleeping in the jammer much more easier and comfortable. So, before this winter sets in, I shall venture south in search of light, first along the coast of Washington, then the coast of Oregon and almost to the California border before turning about and returning north to find the winter hiatus.

Awaking before sunrise is unavoidable on these days preceding this Winter Solstice, now just one month away.

Too, this year's solstice will occur on the same day of the full moon and this particular full moon, due to the fact that it will be at it's highest elevation of the year will seems to be the brightest of the year.

Thus, the bright night light causes me to put thick light-blocking blankets on the window so that I can sleep.

Thinking back to my childhood, there were many times when I must needs wait on someone, something or even myselƒ, and often the wait amounted to a big countdown.

Foremost of my recollections and the one which so clearly and quickly comes back to my mind, is when I was thirteen and bearing up to the prolonged wait for the big day, that day when my very first Scout summer camp would begin.

Week after week and day after day, the immense amount of time would ever so slowly abate until finally on that last morning, I awoke early, walked out to the curb to sit and wait for my ride to arrive. I remember the anguish I felt on that curb because of having to wait for what seemed like forever.

Even though that long wait appeared to me as an eternity, what was ever more disheartening to me was when my week at Scout camp flew by all too quickly.