There are moments in life that I call, moments of heaven. They don’t happen often, but they happen. They are the times where you literally are the most content you will ever be. Time loses its meaning, and you could continue the way you are going forever.
With this said. I had a few this past month. Typically it was in the back of our little cart that the tractor pulled to get us places. I went with said tractor into town last Saturday to work at an orphanage. This was a treat since we have been doing physical labor and teaching for the month. Instead I got to be beat up as the traveler in the “Good Samaritan” skit and got to dance a little with the action songs we taught them.
After free time where they taught me hand games, I got to join my team in picnicking in out little cart with all the bagged coffees and pastries that we could buy on our way out of town. (A real treat since we can’t get that in the bush.) With a full stomach, I rested as the sun began to set on our way “home”. The air cooled to a comfortable temperature…and the world transformed to a level of beauty that I haven’t seen in a long time.
I felt heaven again on that ride home. And I spent my last evening back at the camp eating second dinner with our hosts and chatting to the light of our headlamps. The closeness I didn’t get to feel with them until then. The whole day was a gift.
And as I sit here in Phnom Penh waiting to fly out to the next season of life…I see that each day is a gift..and I am praying that each day hold a heaven moment. I am praying that the end of this season (of each season) can be a beautiful sunset that will blow us all away.
With the moving on to a new season with Korea and weddings, Vietnam and vacations, and Belize and grad-school I thought a reference to my seasons blog might be in order.
