Tuesday, August 25, 2015

“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today is all I have.  I can’t redo yesterday.  I can’t live tomorrow until it arrives.  Whatever I do, I do today.  I can try to fix today some of the things that I did badly in the past.  I can try to plan and prepare for those tasks that await me tomorrow and beyond, but it is today that I must endure or enjoy, but it is not a day I can just ignore.  Our dogs need care that they cannot provide for themselves.  Sissie loves her flea and tick bath because it means Karen will cuddle her wrapped in towels till she is dry—l envy her that.  The children that show up at the gate at seven expect there to be school and porridge and plates of rice and beans.  If we want power, someone has to go get the petrol (gasoline) to run it all day and that means I have to find and supply the money to buy it.  Juliana walks to the market to buy our food and other supplies for the day, but not without the money to pay for them.  Dishes need to be washed, floors swept and mopped, clothes washed and hung out to dry (which happens pretty quickly during this period of hot winds).  Repairs must be made (there seems always to be repairs).  We don’t have a doggy door so Sissie barks when she has done her business, chased her lizards, and wants back in where it is shady and cool, so I get up from my computer and open the door for her, and she scurries to go find Karen without so much as a backward glance at the man who interrupted his work to make it possible.  However, most of the work that needs to be done is done by others that love doing it.  Thanks to Social Security and retirement checks, we have the money to pay them and to buy petrol, food, and other things we need.  Thanks to the One Book Foundation and to many other donors, we are able to pay our teachers, buy the food to feed the children who are here every day, and to provide goats to widows, and Bibles in Swahili to our churches among many other act of God and goodness.  All around us, people are living much harder lives than ours, making our little complaints seem petty and foolish—and they are.  This is the day that God has made—and it is good.  We do today what He has called us to do, and while it may not seem glamorous or wonderful, it is what we agreed to do when we said, “Here we are, send us.”
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