Darkness is falling around this little house we are occupying
for these weeks. The electricity is not back on, so the house slips into the inkiness. Music pours out
of the i-pod and the $5 speakers we bought on a whim. We all squeal with delight as kAkA brings an old
fashioned lantern and hangs it on the tree outside the kitchen window. He probably thinks we are the oddest
people. The three candles I could
find in the house are lit on the island.
They illminate the potatoes I peel for supper.
A.P. bounces Baby Zar on his knee as he helps Little t put
together a puzzle. They both wear
headlights. They giggle together about a piece that found it’s home before
resuming their conversation. The
very serious matter of peeing in the toilet and ‘big boy unnies’ and a new bike
are at hand. A.P. says we will go
broke if we continue to buy diapers in this land, so a bike (as a reward for
potty training) would be cheaper in the long run.
Suddenly the bulb on the outside wall flicks on – a signal of
restored power, but the house continues to be enveloped in darkeness. In the
words of A.P. ‘this isn’t our first rodeo', so when the power went off last
night we turned all of the lights off before going to bed. The sweetness of returning power is
lessened when the glare of lights left on wakes you up in the middle of the
night!
I reach for the switch and then stop. My little family…my
world…cozy and happy together by candelight. Why invade on this memory with a
gleaming bulb? So I return to my potatoes
with a smile plastered across my face.
The sweetness of the momet is not lost of me and I mentally
take note of it. I want to savor
it for the hard days, the heartbreaking days, the insane days. But in the
moment, the joy that threatens to burst through is so so good!
I am so humbled by the blessing of the Father. Here I am;
living my dream of life in a foreign land, a good man to lead me and babies to
love. It just doesn’t get any better than that.
***Maybe this incident feels especially special given the uncertainty of what is next for us and the grieving we are doing over what we are being asked to let go of in these days. I have tried to write about this, but have failed until now. Here is a good post A.P. wrote about it: http://positivechangebythepeople.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-dont-cry-but-if-i-did-now-would-be.html***
***Maybe this incident feels especially special given the uncertainty of what is next for us and the grieving we are doing over what we are being asked to let go of in these days. I have tried to write about this, but have failed until now. Here is a good post A.P. wrote about it: http://positivechangebythepeople.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-dont-cry-but-if-i-did-now-would-be.html***
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