We spent three days this week on the campus of a little school in a tiny village. Children are gracious language helpers and it was fun to hang out with them when classes were on break. We're making progress in navigating Jude and Silas with lots of little hands around.
When we were driving back into the city, I couldn't help giving thanks for such a beautiful few days. The landscape, the striking faces, the fields of rice and loaded oxcarts, the beauty of it all wells up before me as a reminder that this life I am living here is a gift.
There is a deep awareness in the midst of it that these were the things purposed for us. His purposes are good.