Molding a lump of clay

Molding a lump of clay
I am a work in progress, molded by my Maker, refined by His fire, shaped with His love. Walk the journey with me.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Table for one


I’m not used to this.




I was just sitting here in Entebbe, having a little time with God, when the ladies from the guest house came and set up
my table
for dinner.

One
place setting, one chair…it just doesn’t look right.








I’m used to shoving lots of bodies into our big truck and driving for hours to get anywhere…




…with lots of pee breaks along the way



















…and of course the necessary disinfecting with antibacterial gel after said pee breaks.















Or if we are traveling by plane, there are usually bags of toys and ‘keep the kids active’ stuff, that last time resulted in Noah decorating his window with play dough!



(By the way…don’t carry play dough in your hand luggage unless you want to be pulled aside and thoroughly searched by security. Apparently play dough exactly resembles bomb-making explosive plastic. We learned this the hard way.)


Needless to say, my travels are usually a lot more noisy, chaotic and full of hair-pulling frenzy. So why am I lamenting this solo travel experience…?

I have no idea! I should be reveling in the peace and quiet and luxury of time to myself.

But darned if I don’t miss that noisy bunch left behind in Arua.

Go ahead…tell me to get over it and just enjoy it. I’ll try, but it’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to.

4 comments:

godsown said...

Hey Vicky
I will pray for You and safe traveling and for your grandma......

We always miss those "noisy makers"
We even forget how it is without there noise...

take Care and blessings
Bernice

Anonymous said...

Oh Vicky, time and space are sometimes so unfamilliar, you are some special lady..God Bless you,and your grandma, safe travel..
Nikki Bates

Anonymous said...

mmmm.mmmm.mmmm.

I guess the common things do become holy~when they are pressed into a different angle of perspective.........

Comfort...

Jane Flynn said...

Bless you Vikki,
How we long to be without them from time to time, but when necessity holds us apart, the longing to be near them is always so much greater. You cry if you want to, and may your tears turn to pearls of joy when you are re-untited!
Jane xxx