On my boda ride back I began pondering some wonderful things about living here in this country. See, these last few weeks have been rather rough. I have been busy doing some few things I love to do and honestly a lot of things I don’t care to do. There have been many deadlines and a lot of stress. In addition, there have been some major political riots in the slum where our boys stay and our uncles hang out each week… Some tears have been shed out of fear and lots of time has been spent in fear.
Yesterday, our new pastor at church spoke on Psalm 23. I will admit, I was kind of bummed when he said to turn to Psalm 23, thinking, “Really? Your first week and you take Psalm 23… what we’ve heard out entire lives..” But I needed the reminder so much… In my fear for our boys and uncles in Kivulu, the Lord needed to remind me to have the attitude of David, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.” I apologize, Lord, for not being eager to receive Your Word. Thank You for revealing Your truth.
So, a few things I was blessed in remembering today…
I enjoy that people greet each other here. Now, I’m not meaning the “hey mzungu, how are you?” from random men... haha. But I enjoy the fact that when a boda driver approaches me I am expected to at least greet him, “Hello, sir. How are you?” and that he will respond to me before we enter into business. Our world is becoming less and less about relationships back in the States with self check-out (and yes, I totally use self check-out frequently) and people so focused on their own business. I appreciate that in this culture I am always being expected to greet someone cordially and I know they will respond.
Also, to be “smart” means to look nice, handsome, beautiful, “put together”. I really enjoy that it is such an important thing in this culture. I do enjoy wearing my dresses, cute skirts and tank tops here. And I enjoy so much seeing people take pride in the way that they present themselves. I appreciate seeing men putting on collared shirts, the ladies looking nice in their dresses- even if sometimes they are David’s Bridal 1990s bridesmaid dresses. I appreciate the effort to look your best and present yourself well. I do NOT miss the “People of Wal-Mart” in their pajama bottoms and SpongeBob t-shirts. I am thankful for being surrounded by such beautiful people yesterday at church and to notice men looking so handsome as I ride through town everyday.
This past Saturday we invited the Hope House ladies over for a little Christmas/ We Love You breakfast.. they LOVED picking out some new smart clothes that Abby and the other girls picked up for them… Check them out!
So, after wallowing in pity the last few days because I have been working so much recently, the Lord reminded me this morning to be thankful. And when I wasn’t remembering to be thankful, He pointed these simple things out to me. And I am grateful He did.
It is funny, I wasn’t planning to write a post on Thanksgiving, but there ya go.
Well, I wanted to let you in on some fun events lately… Enjoy the photos!