Chapter 1
The Charlie Plant
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace. Psalm 144:12
Daniel
I first met Kristina's family in 1994, when my family lived in eastern Washington. I always remembered Kristina as a talkative, energetic girl with long, blond hair, big-rimmed glasses, and a perpetual smile. But I was shy—especially around children my age—and rarely spoke to anyone besides my brothers and a few close friends. Even at age ten, I preferred being around the "grown-ups." I can still remember many afternoons listening to Kristina's father discuss biblical topics and their connection with current events.
Kristina
I remember when the McFeeters joined our homeschool choir, with their two lively little boys and an older shy one. I quickly got to know the two younger ones, and what fun we had together! One day, as my brother and I were talking, the realization hit me: "I have gotten to know everyone in the choir except Danny. He's so shy and quiet, he hardly talks to anyone! I'm going to have to get to know him."
Daniel
And Kristina did just that. I remember one Sabbath afternoon when the Reeve family came to our home. As our families walked together, Kristina couldn't resist telling me all about what she and Erick had been studying in homeschool—rainbows! It was a fascinating discussion, but we disagreed on one important point: I was sure that there were only six colors in the rainbow, but Kristina insisted there were seven!
Kristina
I'll never forget that walk, or that Sabbath at the McFeeters' house. I'd done most of the talking, and that, coupled with our argument, left me wondering, Will Danny ever want to see me again? But I realized we were still friends by the end of the evening when Daniel gave me a sprig from his Charlie plant. Although Daniel soon forgot about the incident, that little plant was the beginning of our friendship. There was no special attraction between us during those years, and we never dreamed of what would come... But God knew. When Daniel's family moved away, and the memories faded into the past, a glance at that Creeping Charlie in my bedroom window would bring the memories fresh to life once again.
The coming years were filled with a flood of happy activity. Homeschooling through high school, building a house, gardening, backpacking, camping, hiking in nature, caring for my grandfather, and working at my parents' optometry office—all these served as a preparation for other avenues of service. As a family we did cooking classes and door-to-door evangelism in our local community. This grew into opportunities to learn colporteuring and even to give Bible studies. Yet we weren't so busy that I couldn't do other things I enjoyed. Every spare moment was spent on the computer or at the piano. Finally, the day came for me to leave the nest. In the summer of 2002, I had the joy of colporteuring for ten weeks in New Jersey for the second time. From there I went to a college in Oklahoma, which moved to Arkansas a year later and became Ouachita Hills College.
Daniel
In 1996 my family moved to British Columbia and a year later to Kentucky. The adventures of the following years could fill a book, and my spiritual journey took many turns during this time. We had a busy and happy family life as my brothers and I homeschooled and participated in more and more extra-curricular activities. Weekends and summers would find us camping, caving, canoeing, going to campmeetings, and participating in outreach and evangelism.
During those years I had a passion for learning and especially for computer programming. Soon I started writing computer software for several companies, started a consulting business called FiForms Solutions, and earned enough money to buy my first car. After graduating, I enrolled in classes at the community college where Dad had been teaching for six years. By now, friends in Washington were but faded relics of childhood memory. That is, until the phone rang one fall day in 2003. Who should be calling but Kristina Reeve!
Kristina
During the summer of 2003, I volunteered for SonLight Education Ministry, a local homeschool ministry. We put on a week of meetings each month in different cities around the country. A seminar in Virginia was scheduled only a week before classes started, so I decided to drive. I stayed with friends and relatives on the way to Virginia, but I needed a place to stop in Kentucky. Whom do we know in Kentucky? Then I saw the Charlie plant. I knew the McFeeters lived somewhere in Kentucky, so I gave them a call. Mrs. McFeeters seemed delighted at my request and gave me directions to meet them at prayer meeting, since that's where they would be.
Daniel
Though we hardly knew each other, I looked forward to seeing Kristina, and felt a strange excitement—the same as I'd always felt when I sang with the homeschool children's choir. When Kristina walked in, I couldn't help but glance her way now and then, as the childhood memories returned. Was this young lady really the same little girl I'd known seven years before? On the way home, I found out one thing very quickly: Kristina was still as talkative as I'd ever remembered her to be. We had so much fun talking, in fact, that we missed the exit on the freeway and had to turn around!
Kristina
Turn around? Yes—in an emergency vehicle turn-around! That was the first and last time I've ever done such a thing, and if it weren't for Daniel's insistence that we had to because the next exit was ten miles down the freeway, I wouldn't have even thought of it! But it gave us all a good laugh.
Spending time with the McFeeters was a real blessing. We had so much to catch up on! I hardly recognized the three boys, but once I got adjusted to their deep bass voices, we had a lot of fun. Daniel and his dad were at work and the others were busy with homeschool most of the day, so I spent the time on my computer. In the evening we were all together again, and I showed a nature presentation and poem: Reflections from Kokanee. The highlight of my stay came when Daniel wanted me to tell him about the different evangelism opportunities. There is nothing I enjoy more than recruiting young people for God's work! When I headed off to school the next morning, it was with a happy heart, more friends, and five new email addresses in my Knock Knock Reports mailing list.
Daniel
During Kristina's visit, I realized that Kristina and I had several things in common besides a similar upbringing. We had mutual interests in photography, poetry, nature, evangelism, and computers. As the months passed, we would email each other once in a while, and I always enjoyed reading her "Knock, Knock Reports." Otherwise, I thought little about our friendship. It just seemed an interesting coincidence that we would meet after so many years.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child,
I thought as a child. 1 Corinthians 13:11, RV
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