everyone except me is watching 'ben 10'. so i'm loving the peace and quiet out on the porch at the end of the day.
what day is it? wednesday that's right, the middle of the week that ends in my mother coming.
i can't wait.
visitors are important. they are more important than i ever imagined. they are life giving. they remind us of so many things- of home and history and our purposes here. they give a time to hear about the life we left and to share the life we are living. it's like putting on a comfortable pair of shoes when you've been wearing heels all day. it's like drinking hot chocolate after skiing.
today we were blessed with visitors. we met an old college friend and his son who are here for a two week missions trip. we hadn't seen him in 20 years i think, but it didn't matter- it was wonderful- all those same feelings of home and coco and clogs.
we've been in uganda for almost 10 months and i'm beginning to understand why missionaries go on furlough every 2 years, and why most expat families go home every summer. after 10 months i can feel the heat and the traffic and the difference of life here in a way that i didn't before. we can feel the constancy of the need, and the lack of planning is exhausting. so seeing and hearing a new perspective, remembering our 30,000 foot view as we share what we're doing, is so helpful and encouraging and refreshing.
sometimes we get stuck in our days. this is especially easy for me if i'm tired or migrainey or living with zoe in sticky land or changing peoples wet pants or pulling boys off each other and telling people to shut the door and stop whining. i get stuck in my days when they aren't the glorious- life saving- poverty relieving - doctoring days i'd imagined. it can be easy to wonder why i'm doing the 'small stuff' all the way over here with out the assistance of starbucks, free public school, and grandparents- not to mention reliable electricity, clean water, hospitals that stock sterile gloves, and markets that sell chocolate chips!
the moments when i get to sit back and hear a familiar voice (even if i haven't heard it in 2 decades), and listen to mike recount the story of what we are trying to do here, and of how we did get here, those are great moments. moments when i'm proud of my days- the big and small ones. moments when i know that here is now and here is right and good. this day. this season. in this place- blessings abound.
what day is it? wednesday that's right, the middle of the week that ends in my mother coming.
i can't wait.
visitors are important. they are more important than i ever imagined. they are life giving. they remind us of so many things- of home and history and our purposes here. they give a time to hear about the life we left and to share the life we are living. it's like putting on a comfortable pair of shoes when you've been wearing heels all day. it's like drinking hot chocolate after skiing.
today we were blessed with visitors. we met an old college friend and his son who are here for a two week missions trip. we hadn't seen him in 20 years i think, but it didn't matter- it was wonderful- all those same feelings of home and coco and clogs.
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| Rick and Nick Tozier |
we've been in uganda for almost 10 months and i'm beginning to understand why missionaries go on furlough every 2 years, and why most expat families go home every summer. after 10 months i can feel the heat and the traffic and the difference of life here in a way that i didn't before. we can feel the constancy of the need, and the lack of planning is exhausting. so seeing and hearing a new perspective, remembering our 30,000 foot view as we share what we're doing, is so helpful and encouraging and refreshing.
sometimes we get stuck in our days. this is especially easy for me if i'm tired or migrainey or living with zoe in sticky land or changing peoples wet pants or pulling boys off each other and telling people to shut the door and stop whining. i get stuck in my days when they aren't the glorious- life saving- poverty relieving - doctoring days i'd imagined. it can be easy to wonder why i'm doing the 'small stuff' all the way over here with out the assistance of starbucks, free public school, and grandparents- not to mention reliable electricity, clean water, hospitals that stock sterile gloves, and markets that sell chocolate chips!
the moments when i get to sit back and hear a familiar voice (even if i haven't heard it in 2 decades), and listen to mike recount the story of what we are trying to do here, and of how we did get here, those are great moments. moments when i'm proud of my days- the big and small ones. moments when i know that here is now and here is right and good. this day. this season. in this place- blessings abound.
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