saturday morning i woke up before my alarm-just laying in bend, thinking. and i don't know what triggered it, but i could almost imagine exactly what a certain place smells like, and a flood of memories would come in. thinking back to last spring break-the smell of the bahamas: suntan lotion, heat, dusty air from fans, the cool breeze by the ocean, sand, waves, the beauty of a million stars on a clear night, the hot bus, it is amazing the power of the senses-to recall, retain, and keep packed on a dusty shelf until an oppurtune time.
if i try hard, i can remember the smells of the dominican republic, of the country of turkey, of hungary and romania. the love that i have for cultures and the impact of those different countries stays with me...images from the past colliding...a mosque, a woman playing the violin on a street corner, cobblestones, turkish rug shops, banana trees, fresh squeezed grapefruit juice, bahamian children jumping into the warm ocean water, an orphanage, flights, sunshine, the call to prayer, castles, mountains, forests, prayer beads, beautiful cathedrals, homes made of tin, and to know that He is the Guider of nations, the Lord of all the nations, and one day every knee will bow!
psalm 67
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mmmm.... Mary... i miss you like mad! and I know what you mean by this one. Some images never do leave your mind do they? Like the little sweet boy with hydrocephalus who has the cutest look when you blow in his face and who's parents have left him at the hospital for 9 months now, or little Rhoda singing to Erick when he was screaming from his dressing change. Or how about the precious girl in Sierra Leone who came running toward us waving, saying, "I love you! I love you!" mm... hard to forget the precious scenes God has allowed us to see. I love you- talk to you soon
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