In light of all the comments I received in emails and elsewhere about the gross nature of the last post, I thought it was time for me to post something more uplifting.
There are days here when I become intensely irritated with life in Southern Sudan. Sometimes, the people are difficult, insulting us or glaring at us. Sometimes they drive recklessly down the middle of the road on their motorcycles, nearly causing a head-on-collision that would be deemed our fault. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that there are beautiful things here. But sometimes, the beautiful things are just so obvious.
Friday night, we went to language school. Our professor was not feeling well, and eventually we ended class because he too sick to continue. We had been picking him up before class throughout the week, and so we decided to give him a ride home that night. As we dropped him off at his house, Moses, who is a very big man, carefully climbed out of the car. He was immediately greeted by several children, one of whom was a little boy of about three. Then, we witnessed my favorite sight from Southern Sudan to date. The little boy reached up and grasped Moses’ hand. As we were driving away, I watched as big Moses walked slowly across his yard holding the hand of this tiny child. And it reminded me all over again of just what we must look like as we walk with God. It was simply precious. I praised God in that moment for beautiful things—those ordinary things in life that make life just so sweet.
There are days here when I become intensely irritated with life in Southern Sudan. Sometimes, the people are difficult, insulting us or glaring at us. Sometimes they drive recklessly down the middle of the road on their motorcycles, nearly causing a head-on-collision that would be deemed our fault. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that there are beautiful things here. But sometimes, the beautiful things are just so obvious.
Friday night, we went to language school. Our professor was not feeling well, and eventually we ended class because he too sick to continue. We had been picking him up before class throughout the week, and so we decided to give him a ride home that night. As we dropped him off at his house, Moses, who is a very big man, carefully climbed out of the car. He was immediately greeted by several children, one of whom was a little boy of about three. Then, we witnessed my favorite sight from Southern Sudan to date. The little boy reached up and grasped Moses’ hand. As we were driving away, I watched as big Moses walked slowly across his yard holding the hand of this tiny child. And it reminded me all over again of just what we must look like as we walk with God. It was simply precious. I praised God in that moment for beautiful things—those ordinary things in life that make life just so sweet.
1 comment:
it is always nice to have a little light shown in the midst of a dark day. I'm praying for you. Glad things are still going okay.
In His love,
Kaytlynn
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