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The Hole Truth

Those who know and love me well know that I have a thing about my hair. Our children will testify that I will grab the hat off of a child’s head to cover my own hair on a water ride. They have been known to hoist their own coat over my head as they call out, “Save Mom’s hair!!” 

From my husband down to the youngest, each one knows that true love includes alerting me to the fact that I have a “hole in my hair.”

In Reimer-speak that means that somehow the wind, humidity or 40 winks I just caught on the couch or riding shot gun in the passenger seat of our car has created a space in my hair where my scalp is now exposed.

I have often explained to those who might think I do not have the thin, fine hair that I indeed do have that with product and time and utensils, I create the illusion of hair. But anyone who has seen me after a bike ride (helmet nightmare) or first thing in the morning or a day on the beach or after a humid windy day will concur. I have zilch hair. 

I also sometimes have a hole in my spirit. 

Places where the barest parts of me are dangerously exposed to the elements.

 Even I am not aware of how desperately I attempt to cover these until one of my people who love me well offers a kindness I didn’t even know I needed. 

This morning I shared a frustrated disappointment in myself to Russ in passing.

He didn’t try to fix it. 

He just offered a kind word from his own perspective about me and then he encouraged me to keep up the efforts I have been exerting to become better and eventually I will see the results I am hoping for. 

It made all the difference to my day. 

I had been defeated. 

His words changed my trajectory to see that I am making progress. Slow, perhaps unnoticeable, but definite; progress toward a goal that matters to me. 

Today you and I will most likely run into people with holes in their hair, jeans, mittens…and hearts. 

Let’s be gentle and careful with our words. 

I speak to myself as much as anyone. 

Blessings friends. 

You are deeply loved <3


If you made it this far…that pic at the top was one of the most stunning episodes of bed head I have ever mustered up. I sent that pic to the kids and they responded with the following pictures…I love our family. They are just the right kind of crazy <3
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Just a P.S. to end our week <3

Hey friends,

As you know if you have followed this from the start, the blog you see today started with a weekly letter to our Sunday school class. I would email our small group of faithfuls and over time they started forwarding to friends and the list grew.

Out of that I was encouraged to write more regularly (by my husband) but some prefer the weekly email so today’s post may seem redundant from my Wednesday post, but I needed to reach out to them. It may fill in some blanks for you that are too painful to put into type on Wednesday. Blessings…you are loved.

I realize that some of you attend or attended First Christian and may not be aware that we lost one of the best this week. It is shocking and if this is the first place you are receiving the news, I am holding your hearts in prayer. Lynn Cazier passed after a month of struggling with both heart and lung issues. He was planning to have a pacemaker put in to help with some irregularities on December 3rd but developed a fever that ended up being Covid.

With the complications of his heart issue, the next 31 days were intense for him and family and on January 3rd they decided to place him on ventilator in hopes of the machine taking over the task of breathing for him to give his heart a needed rest and then, of course, the prayer it would take him over the hump and he would be able to proceed with healing and the insertion of the pacemaker. 

He passed a few hours after Dori was able to wave to him through window and pray with him and read the Numbers blessing over him. Services are tomorrow at First Christian Church at 11 am and will be available to watch on line through the live feed where our weekend services are aired. 

Many have posted on social media and the evidence of the lives he touched are a testimony of what happens when we surrender all to Jesus. Lynn would tell you he was called to the mission field early in his life and was slow to respond. I would say God more than made up for the delay. 

Blessings and prayers for his beloved family and for each of us who knew and loved him and are grieving a very quiet and empty place that his large life once took up. 

Not a one of us who knew him can tell a story about him and not be laughing as we share. Not a one of us listening to someone else’s story can do so without nodding in agreement and laughing heartily as well. 

And were Lynn standing among us, he would be laughing loudest of all at himself…

This morning I dropped a youth chair off for one of the little grands, my own youth chair I sat in as a child and so have all our children, grandchildren and the three little Nuss grands of Leslie and Ben. 

I saw Leslie and Cara crossing the parking lot of church with arms laden for the visitation display and I hollered a hello. As they turned towards me, that old familiar blue denim shirt…you all know the one…swung in the cold wind from a hanger in Leslie’s hands. 

Tears fell as they will fall in the days and weeks to come. 

I am including the church information – please respect the family’s request for both memorials and leaving notes for them to read as their hearts are ready. 

Love you all,

Laura <3

A celebratory service to honor the life of Lynn Cazier will be held Saturday, January 8th, at 11am Central Time (8pm East Africa Time) at First Christian Church in Decatur, IL. The service will also be live streamed at for those who are unable to attend in-person.

Instead of a receiving line, we welcome your notes of condolence, memories, prayers, and encouragement. We will have notecards available at the church and a box to collect them, or you can mail them to the address below. They will bring us comfort in the hard days ahead.

Rather than flowers, Dad would have preferred memorial gifts be given to support ministry projects in Kenya. Checks can be made payable to First Christian Church and sent to the address below. 

Cazier c/o First Christian Church 3350 N. MacArthur Rd. Decatur IL 62526

We will have a celebration of life service in Kenya at a future date. 

Additional inquiries can be directed to First Christian Church. 217-875-3350

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Some days are harder than others <3

Hey all! 

So I missed posting yesterday. We had too much that happened Monday and I moved slow on Tuesday and missed my window. 

On Monday afternoon we made the decision to make a two and half hour drive up to the edge of Lake Michigan to attend the visitation for a friend and former colleague of Russ’s from our early days with ADM. 

Dave and Peg were dear friends and we have a collection of stories that make us double over with laughter from the short years we shared with them before they packed their young family up and moved back closer to their hometown. 

Lives get busy and we visited them once after they moved but as happens, we eventually lost the connection and just would hear glimpses of their adventures and I suppose they heard of ours through that wierd way that we know about people but don’t communicate ourselves anymore. 

Nothing bad. 

Just drifted apart and didn’t make the effort to stay in touch. 

Until we heard that Dave had developed lung cancer six months ago and the cancer took his life way before we feel like it was time. We didn’t know about the cancer, but we heard about the result.

We got to the visitation near the start of it.

Many were already seated to show love and support, but the line was short and it was no time until we standing before Peg and the two grown sons we had known from the early stages of life.

Since we hadn’t seen them in years and we were wearing masks, Russ told the oldest boy who he was. 

Our names must have been held in good standing with this family, despite our lack of communication over the years, because he burst into tears and hugged Russ like we just saw them yesterday. 

We all hugged and cried and then hugged and cried some more. There were others in line and we had done what we came to do – show our respect for the great guy we had the pleasure of calling a friend in this journey and let this family know that the years had not diminished our love for them.

We were blessed to know the same in return as they thanked us for coming and we left. 

The whole thing probably took 15 minutes, but was worth every mile of the drive and then we got a sucker punch as we barely started the long ride home. 

I was driving my turn and Russ was looking at his phone when he gasped in a way that was uncharacteristically emotional for my husband. 

An email was letting us know another dear friend had died. This one even younger than Dave.

This one was someone we see regularly. This one was one who had stayed in our home on furloughs from Kenya. This one has daughters who are our kids’ friends from youth group years. 

This one has a wife who is a friend and who has taught me much about spiritual warfare and prayer. 

This one sat in our Sunday School class and stood in our door way many a time, leaning against the door frame and talking endlessly. This one has sat at our table and eaten meals with us and with friends.

This one drove me and other friends all over Maasai land in a truck that was held together with rust, mud and prayer and introduced us to the Church in the bush country.

This one brewed coffee in the bunkhouse in Ngatatake, Kajiado, Kenya for those who need a cup quickly upon waking and delivered it to the door of the women’s quarters and yes, that would be me. 

This one was one who lived large and loud and passionately and in his passing he has left us with a large, too-quiet, too-sad emptiness. 

Both of these men held a special place in Russ and my hearts.

Both of these men left us too soon in our understanding, but both of these men were held in the love of Jesus and are with Him and we trust in His goodness and His timing in what we cannot understand.

Hug your people. 

Stay in touch. 

As much as possible, say good bye like it may the last time, every time. 

Blessings my friends <3

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