I am not a poet, but I did write a little something last night and decided to post it. The people we are living with amaze me in every way. Their faith is incredible, their strength is unbelievable. Every service we are reminded that "God is with us". We are told the rain is such a blessing. For these people it is so true, without the rain, they will die. The fact that God is with them, that God brings the rain, that God then brings the sun to grow food is something they rejoice in every day. I hate overlooking and not being grateful for the "small" things, but I am learning.
SO here is my little free writing…
All day I pray not to fall. I do not know these paths, I do not recognize this soil, I do not trust these roots. But the rocks; I know them, I trust them. The rocks must be sought out, but they can be found when most needed. Where they are not, the ground is slippery nad dirty. I pray not to fall. The fall leaves me dirty, stained and hurt. To undo what takes place takes time. Time in waiting for the opportunity to clean, time in cleaning. Cleaning in a process, it takes soaking in painful water then it takes deep scrubbing to the very thread. Then again to the painful icy water, and wrung in every direction, in ways it was not intended. After that pain, it hangs and waits. More time is waiting for the sun, hoping it will be touched quickly with its warmth. That sun is always present, but not its warmth. It can take many different forms. But in time the sun makes its way through the fog and pushes away the rain. They are all needed, beautiful and a blessing. However their time is unexpectable and presence can be painful. But even then it teaches trust and persistane. It know how long to last and it can be trusted. I dont know these seasons, I dont comprehend their furious power. But the change of season-I trut. Though a fall may occur, the damage won't last, the pain wont continue. For that I can walk, I can hope and I can rejoice.
Needless to say, today I fell. I was walking to school with three of my new sisters. They stayed with me and even carried my teams lunches for me after my fall. I was frustrated, I did have a few tears, but I got up and I got over it. And I still know, this too will pass.
