|Told you Little t hated the swing! ;)|
Sitting in a stuffy room full of women who could really use a bath. The air hangs lazily and flies meander through it. Outside, the constant chatter of children and conversation of animals provide a hum of background noise. In the distance I hear someone being scolded and the slop of water as someone else washes laundry. I lay my sleeping baby in a wooden swing contraption that is suspended from the ceiling. The rope off the side is handed to a grandma who is in charge of gently pulling it so the swing sways back and forth. Grandma will get tired after a few minutes and switch the rope to her other hand. Depending on how long the babe sleeps, she may even have to resort to the rope between her toes. I will sit on cushions and sip tea with these ladies as we talk the afternoon away. Other ladies from the village will come and go, kids tumble in and out the door and are scolded for not playing outside quietly. My own kids will be pulling me in different directions. Little t will be begging to go outside and play with the sheep and village boys. Z girl will have a death grip on my leg and plead with me to not even think of leaving her sight.
I keep an eye on my watch because timing is of the essence. We have to be on the road in time to make it home before nightfall. Everyone knows you don’t travel these roads when dusk hits. But more importantly, I need to begin making out exit before the preparations for supper begin. The preparations begin long before the invitations. If you wait to be invited, you have usually waited too long. And in a village like this, when people go out of their way to prepare a meal for you…much nicer than what they would normally eat on any given day, you kind of need to honor them. And much like the book, “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” if you stay long enough for the preparations and the invitations and the eating of supper, you will definitely be working your way towards spending the night….because remember the road thing? And also, it is just rude to leave that late. But really, as much as I love time in the village and spending nights in the village, the thought of doing it with three children terrifies me. I know they won’t sleep and will run around like crazy people. I know we will then have to do breakfast and most likely lunch the next day…and I don’t have the gumption for that as a momma of three living in this foreign land. So all that to say, I plan my goodbyes early.
|On a shopping outing to the local Wal-Mart. It is busy and chaotic and a lot of work, but I LOVE shopping here!|
We honestly don’t know what the days ahead hold for us. We don’t know where we will end up or which swing our baby will nap in. It is something we think about and talk about and pray about constantly. Our hearts are torn.
|Are kids are loving the ease and freedom of life here in the States. And we are finding so much join in when thriving here. This photo is actually in Paris...pretty sure I could thrive there too!|
These verses in Romans 12 have been a good challenge for us in these days: