We daily mark the steps in this dance of the realities and resets. We move through sorrow and celebration accompanied by the crooning Regular that comforts or drags, depending on the day.
Needing rest, so kneading rest. Somehow.
Finding our Faithful One, Faithful.
The rats have been many. The internet has been sparse. Rain pelts our land, our laundry and our lives. We spend many hours cooped up all together in one space. Many. Hours. The dark chocolate M&M’s are long finished and the thieves continue to pester and push.
A Kenyan Mall is invaded and we are wrapped up in mourning with a land we love. The Fun New Math has grown dull and the movies have all been recycled. Books are all read and batteries are dead. We. Are. Tired.
Weary, we pull towards an elusive rest finding respite in nibbles and drips.
(But finding it all the same.)
The Veranda. The Cool Air. Laughter. A Stolen Nap. Prayer.
“Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you.” Psalm 116:7
Thankful For a Life:
Where we go barefoot to school
Where bread is homemade and tortillas are fresh
Where the sun heats deep to our bones
Where activity Full-Stops when rains pour
Where my children learn to cope with Bored
Where conversations can meander long
Where my husband can have breakfast with me on the veranda
Where my children have learned to cook
Where fresh apples are celebratory treats
Where growing gardens and talking in the kitchen and reading books out loud together are main ingredients of our days
Where rhythm is established
Where there is always someone to teach
Where we have found time and space to heal and to hope
Where we can actively Believe
Yes, Thankful for a Life
Honestly facing. Trusting. Listening. Proclaiming.
All day long.
“My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long.” Psalm 70:8
“Give thanks in all circumstances…”I Thess 5:18