It was December, we were filled with so much excitement about our island holiday laying ahead, but we first had to conquer the border. As we approached the border, we saw the trucks lined up for kilometers before border patrol, and the queue of cars didn’t look much better.
As I was reading the note at the Licensing Department 'Please do NOT make use of runners' it triggered a memory of our Mozambican holiday a couple of years ago…
It was December, we were filled with so much excitement about our island holiday laying ahead, but we first had to conquer the border. As we approached the border, we saw the trucks lined up for kilometers before border patrol, and the queue of cars didn’t look much better.
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When we celebrate events in life, we invite loved ones, we often buy gifts, we cook, we bake, we charge the camera’s batteries and make sure we have enough memory to capture every single moment of that day…we basically go all out to make it a day of remembrance. And then years after the event, we will look at the photos, and remember it with great joy. We will relive the moment, and talk and laugh about it again. “This day shall be for you a memorial day, and you shall keep it as a feast to the Lord; throughout your generations, as a statute forever, you shall keep it as a feast.” – Exodus 12:14
Gift giving evolved in a Christmas art form all on it's own. How many hours have you spend looking for the perfect gift for someone, not even mentioning the hours pondered over it and the financial costs involved. The busy malls, long ques and kids becoming irritated and bored. (I think this applies to some spouses too...) So what do I love about gifts then?
It is early morning, I’m sitting outside sipping coffee, reflecting on life, and embracing the new day. Relaxed and content I listen to the morning sounds of our holiday destination. It was a long stretch to get here, but now we can put our feet up and unwind. “For he who has once entered God’s rest also has ceased from the weariness and pain of human labours, just as God rested from those labours peculiarly His own.” – Hebrews 4:10
You know when you throw a pebble into a lake, those beautiful circular ripples that grows bigger and bigger until momentum flattens them out again? You know the beautiful multiple ripples a stone creates when you skip it over the serene surface? And you know the unmistakable plonking splash of a rock hitting the water? Well this past week my life felt like I was standing under a rock slide and rock after rock was taking turns to uninvited plonk into my lake. I'm referring to the rough, unpolished normal rocks. Not pretty stones or polished pebbles. ROCKS!
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