I’m teaching my kinders about holidays around the world. Today they learned about Hanukkah.
I showed/told them what a menorah was. Then I asked them what it was called and they all yelled ” A MONICA!!
My supervisor came to watch me teach.
After, she said she always loves coming to my class and watching me teach.
"You’re a natural at teaching."
Then, she looked at my class and said: “you’re lucky you have such a wonderful teacher.”
Ahhh. Means so much, I needed to hear this after a draining week, and questioning myself.
Mother scolded me for running wild without shoes on. “Deborah, you are bound to get worms!” she reprimanded. Like a broken record, she would yell from our orange veranda. Father told me tales of worms slithering into victim’s bodies through the bottom of their calloused feet. Confinement butted its head against mine, but I was triumphant. I learned to grab my grimy flip-flops from the hallway, and deliberately slip them on in front of mother. Her head bobbed in approval, and I would race to into the arms of the orange sun. As soon as the white fence surrounding the veranda became less defined, I yanked my flip-flops off, and threw them to a thorny bush. The warm earth painted my feet a deep red. My calloused feet pounded against the ground, danced across rocks, uneven ground and thorns.
When warm, dime sized droplets met the brittle grass, Grace gently pulled me aside. A bright white smile spread across her flawless, ebony face. She told me the secrets of catching the perfect termite, a skill every Ugandan child should know. It was my first rainy season, and I had much to learn. When the pink sun slid behind the plains and the rains came, brown termites painted the sky. If the electricity was on, then the few glowing florescent lights on our street attracted the creatures. Swarms of termites fluttered around the unnatural glimmering light, and eventually fell to the ground. With a bag in hand, we picked over the defeated insects, preparing for an evening snack. After the best were selected, Grace brought out her cigiri, a tiny charcoal fueled stove. When coals shifted to bright red, oil was placed over the pan, and the termites followed. The creatures sizzled in the heat, and we laughed in excitement. Grabbing a pinch of salt, we scattered it across the fried creatures. Fried termites soon quenched my longing for American popcorn.
I HAVE MY TICKET.
First stop Hawaii (just a four hour layover), then to FREAKING NEW ZEALAND. From the 6-18th, I’ll be hiking around the lush land of NZ. Also, for a family reunion. Oh.my.goodness.
Inner nerd coming out when I say this..BUT…Lord of the Rings was filmed in New Zealand, and whenever I watched the movies my craving for New Zealand intensified. Now I’m going.
This spoke to me today.
"You call me out upon the waters,
The great unknown where feet may fail,
And there I find you in the mystery,
In oceans deep my faith will stand.”
These past weeks have been challenging. It’s as if I’m barely keeping my head above the waves. So much to do, so little time. The future appears to be daunting.
What will life be like after this next month? What will happen after graduation (in three weeks)? Will I make it through?
Will You still be faithful? I know the answer to this question. Yes, always yes. And in this, I find peace.
Also, I love that he calls us out of our comfort zone. I’m so thankful for the growth challenge brings, but at times it feels so uncomfortable.
Tonight, my chest felt tight, questions swirled around my anxious mind. Then, I felt so overwhelmed by love.
"In me, you have life, to the fullest. In me, there is hope. Trust ME.” So, even though I’m not sure where I’m going I know that my God does. I surrender it all, and it’s so freeing.
Lead me where my trust is without boarders, let me walk upon the water wherever you may call me.