Tuesday, April 22, 2014
“Happiness is part of who we are. Joy is the feeling” ― Tony DeLiso
Yesterday, Shaban and I drove to Mwanza (the second largest city in Tanzania) to pick up John at the airport. Mwanza is crowded, congested, has only one traffic light in a city of several hundred thousand, and always makes me tense and irritated. We arrived about an hour early because we always have to allow time to fix a flat tire or other emergencies. In fact, we saw an accident which took one life on the way down. I was a bit keyed up, especially since Karen had left Arusha the night before to fly back to the U.S. and was in the air somewhere over Europe at the time. Shaban told me to relax and then turned off the road to the airport and took me to a little place on the lake where a friend of his worked. The picture at the right is of Shaban having a 7-Up while I have a Coke as we sat on the beach and just sat. I remember a poster in the office of VISTA where I worked as a college student that said, “Sometimes I just sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.” Well, I just sat and listened to that still, small voice that told me to quit worrying because everything was in God’s hands. I did indeed calm down. We picked John up and went to our supermarket there in Mwanza only to find the almost the whole city was closed for Easter Monday—a holiday here that caught me unawares. We did find a little meat market that was open and bought some T-bone steaks which we ate for dinner last night—yum. On the way home, we saw a horrible bus accident that at last count had killed over twenty people, but I was still calm. Around eight thirty last night, I got an email from my son which said, “Mom is safe in New York City.” I would have relaxed except I already was. Shaban had seen to that by giving me some quiet time in which I could listen to God. Always a good idea.