has it been a week? another week?
mike is home. he came home last sunday, on mothers day, with a beautiful basket and coffee from burundi. then we had guests visiting from the US, which was lovely and busy. the next time i see people from the US, i will be in the US, which is strange and wonderful.
sometimes it takes seeing your life from someone elses eyes to refocus. and that is one of the unexpected joys of visitors, they bring new eyes.
here now, my eyes feel old and used to things, which is good and bad and natural. but new eyes see the beauty brighter and the broken sharper and the problems more clearly. new eyes see our life here in a fresh new way, when i am feeling tired and sort of stuck, and that is so good and so important.
these guys felt the warmth of the ugandan people in a way that i take for granted. they heard our story of traveling way north to rose's ancestral village, with an amazement that i'd lost. they saw all the projects that mike works on and can easily feel weighed down by, as meaningful and satisfying. they heard about my medical work and were excited and encouraged, which made me excited and encouraged again. they felt the bumpy roads and witnessed the crazy traffic and all of it seemed to voice and validate that slight undercurrent of frustration that we can feel sometimes.
it's so easy to become lost in our own lives. and it's so easy to see the wonder in other peoples lives. it's so easy to be bogged down by our own situations, and to look longingly on other peoples circumstances. but all of our days are wonder-full. they are full of possibilities and opportunities and gifts and growth. sometimes we just need to look with new eyes.
mike is home. he came home last sunday, on mothers day, with a beautiful basket and coffee from burundi. then we had guests visiting from the US, which was lovely and busy. the next time i see people from the US, i will be in the US, which is strange and wonderful.
sometimes it takes seeing your life from someone elses eyes to refocus. and that is one of the unexpected joys of visitors, they bring new eyes.
here now, my eyes feel old and used to things, which is good and bad and natural. but new eyes see the beauty brighter and the broken sharper and the problems more clearly. new eyes see our life here in a fresh new way, when i am feeling tired and sort of stuck, and that is so good and so important.
these guys felt the warmth of the ugandan people in a way that i take for granted. they heard our story of traveling way north to rose's ancestral village, with an amazement that i'd lost. they saw all the projects that mike works on and can easily feel weighed down by, as meaningful and satisfying. they heard about my medical work and were excited and encouraged, which made me excited and encouraged again. they felt the bumpy roads and witnessed the crazy traffic and all of it seemed to voice and validate that slight undercurrent of frustration that we can feel sometimes.
it's so easy to become lost in our own lives. and it's so easy to see the wonder in other peoples lives. it's so easy to be bogged down by our own situations, and to look longingly on other peoples circumstances. but all of our days are wonder-full. they are full of possibilities and opportunities and gifts and growth. sometimes we just need to look with new eyes.
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