Our cupboards are beginning to look not so bare. We take a regularly weekly shopping trip to town for groceries. Nakumats are more like your local Walmarts.
Here I am playing the "African Mama" with Nathan. He only posed for this one picture and then started to squirm so badly we had to let him loose. The lake was beautiful! Here's a lovely acacia tree, too. I made Richard pose for a picture. Can you tell? There were so many cacti on the island. I was amazed! I love this shot. The "shack" is where the guard keeps watch. You can sort of see him behind there.
The last few weeks have been hard. I haven’t really felt like doing any of the things I like to do. Socializing, reading, listening to podcasts, writing, even going for walks! The only things I’ve forced myself to continue doing were my morning worships and weekly exercise routines. (And for those of you who know me, you know it’s bad when my husband is feeling more social than I am!) Even though I recognized “it”, named “it”, and called “it” out, all I could do was wait for the transition blues to pass. I can’t say I’m in the clear. I can only say that for the time being, I’m feeling better. A few things triggered this month’s dip in my transition curve. For starters, we’ve been in Kentucky now for about three months. Actually three months today! And each month has been different. The first month everything was new and grand. Every day was a new experience and finding new routes home were adventures I was up for. ...
Long-suffering. I’ve been thinking about this word for the past few weeks. It all started when a ghost from our time in Egypt past reentered our lives in the form of an email. Without going into much detail, I’ll just say that this was sent from a person whom we suffered long with. And as I was reminded of the situation, I acknowledged the fact that it is easier for me to suffer long with difficult circumstances than it is to suffer with difficult people. I say this because about the same time we received that email, I was sent pictures of my old house in Egypt. Four years I “suffered” with a kitchen that was adequate, but by no means ideal. During our time there, we had to replace the refrigerator and the stove, but not before months of making due with a leak in the fridge and an oven that blew out smoke. Countless visitors came and commented on both, and yet, the changes came slowly. As we were getting ready to move, word came ...
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