By the time I left, the truck had pulled into the parking lot, ready to be loaded.
I had arrived in time to witness the send off.
They spread out through the warehouse, laying hands on each pallet of supplies as they prayed.
There were prayers of gratitude for those who have created
and gathered the supplies and blankets,
prayers for safe delivery of supplies,
prayers for those who will receive these tangible gifts
that they would know they are not forgotten,
that they would learn to know a God of love.
336 relief kits
480 infant care kits
2544 school kits
100 sewing kits
So many kits and blankets and the numbers mean so much or nothing at all.
But I see our little Elena Isabella, wrapped securely in her mama's arms and kept warm by the blankets sent by friends and family, and know that my Lord sees each child, sees each mother shivering, each family struggling,
and I am grateful to the faithful people of MCC Saskatchewan for the many ways that they serve.
Relief, development and peace in the name of Christ.
I've been reading a couple of books exploring the effects of geography on politics and
effects of networking on time ... oh so intriguing ... but when confronted by the pages of a third "mind-expanding large-issues-tamed-into-a-thesis" book, my heart recoiled. And so I put it down.
Returned to the pages of Kathleen Norris's "Cloister Walk" and Eugene Peterson's "Long Obedience in the Same Direction" ... both of which, strangely enough, anchor themselves in the prayers of the psalms. This is good. Like my new progressive lenses they require me to pay attention to small movements and immediate steps.
and. once again I am grounded by the joy and beauty of a one year old whose musical language without many words communicates worlds take off your jacket so I know you are staying, mama can I have one of the cookies that I know you keep in that container on that counter? i'm just so tired can we look at this together? WHAT IS THAT?
scrambling up onto the couch
to sit with her brother who
oh-so-gently or not-so-gently
lifts her up beside him
hands clasped together, eyes wide open as we pray before supper
she sees and comments on everything.
attends to the periphery
new bits of color
murals on the ceiling
things just out of reach
and loves pouring
pouring water from one pail into another pail
filling up and spilling over
pouring and missing
water running over and all around
pouring water or sand or bits of building blocks
what are you learning in the pouring
the emptying and filling and running over
again and again and again