Have I mentioned how much I love this place?? Seriously, it is simply incredible…
This week was the kids first day back to school due to funds. For weeks, they have sat out because they had no books, shoes, or uniforms. Even though they do not have all their books yet, they still get to go. Amen to that!
The time had arised for us to venture to the bus stop. With every step, light radiated from their countenance. As I walked hand in hand with Pryanca, flashes of joyous rainbows fluttered past us as they ran towards their destination.
We arrived at the bus stop and awaited anxiously. As I looked around at my babies all dressed in their splendor, my heart was elated. This must be what it feels like to be a proud parent. (It was the same feelings of when I’m around my niece and nephews.)
It hit me, something that seems so simple, normal in our lives, was a monumental endeavour in the lives of these kids. They take nothing for granted and are extremely grateful for every little blessing that gets poured out on them. Prayer after prayer of thankfulness for shcool, pizza, snacks, icecream, books, a place to sleep, Team Undignified, life, you name it, resound from their lips daily.
Screeeeetch…I am stopped in my tracks, confronted with thankfulness.
When was the last time I thanked Papa for putting me through schooling, having clean clothes? Or better yet, for the very breath in my lungs and actually meaning it? Far too often, I take things for granted. I drift away from the mere fact that this life is not mine–that I was bought at a price. All that I have is a blessing and something to be truely grateful for.
Simplicity. Gratefulness. Joy. Blessings.
Much like these kids, I want to be brought back to this mindset. No more taking things for granted. No more forgetting to be gratfeful. More and more joy resounding from my bones at the sight of a blessing. Amen Papa.
