Recently, I scrolled through my sent box to read some old emails from one year ago—just because.
It was one year ago that Sara joined me at Nahumba. One year ago that we got lost out in the bush taking a back route to Sikalongo with a friend. A year now since we started meeting with two Choma friends for a refreshing women’s Bible study. And also a year since the first time we hosted our Zambian youth Bible study group.
On 23 January 2014 I sent a letter home as I sipped mint tea, listened to the train whistle through Shampande, and soaked in the peaceful morning before the craziness of the day. We were confirming details of an upcoming visit from friends in February. I had also recently test-driven a friend’s Toyota HiLux (I was vehicle shopping)...
|a youth Bible study in our home at Nahumba one year ago|
The past couple months I haven’t been sending regular update letters home (I figure they’d probably just get boring).
If I were to send an update home just now, I’d probably talk about stuff like the recent meetings I've attended for work, drinking tea from the new teapot mom gave me for my birthday, how happy it is to have Sara, Susanna, and Sharon all home now, the weekly prayer group I've been attending, what we’re going to serve to our guests tomorrow, the fact that our neighbor cleared ALL of our steps and sidewalks this morning after the four inches of snow we received last night (yes, I baked him cookies), as well as a few other news items, like Zambia’s presidential elections last week, and the fact that my car is parked in the garage (I love.love.love garages).
This year is off to a much different start than last year, but I’m looking forward to the adventures it will hold. Likely I won’t find myself lost out in the bush (however, I did find myself LOST in my own town a couple weeks ago when I returned from Michigan…). This year I can’t get together with my good Bible-study friend in Choma, but… I’ve been enjoying fellowship at a Spanish church in the area. Also, I am once again blessed to share a house with Sara (who would have ever guessed?!). This season of life isn’t as much a “hosting” season as my time at Nahumba, because working full-time doesn’t leave much time for inviting folks over, but we’ve still managed to invite a few periodic guests to our old half-a-house—and those are good times.
Guess this is all for today’s compare-and-contrast musings.