a Real Life goonie: the Beauty in a rest

Hello from Lamego!

Phew, January is flying by. A lot has already happened this month so let me catch you up on all things.

I am back in full swing with homeschooling. The beginning of this trimester is going better than the first, now that I am understanding more of what the program is like.

In December, due to various reasons, my language lessons slacked off a bit. Thankfully, they have started back up and my brain is once again getting full. Something has to be sticking if I find myself thinking in Cisena instead of English.

A couple of weeks ago I had the chance to go out to the field with my language helper to work. Folks, let me tell you this. If ever you want to gain an appreciation for the way the people here farm, just spend one morning with them. These aren't small fields and they don't use machines so the work is hard and it's in the heat. As I was heading back from the field I saw young kids to elderly folks out in their fields working and it was then that I truly realized that the people here literally spend their entire lives doing this work. Incredible!

This past week and a half were tough ones. My body got a good whoopin' with a few illnesses that put me in bed for a majority of the week. To be honest this brought on a lot of frustration.

I can, for the most part, "be tough" and deal with being sick. But honestly, what made this all hard is that it kept me from being part of the village. I continuously thought "there is no point in this. Being sick like this is robbing me of my time here in Lamego." I know that may seem like a harsh or selfish way to put it but that's simply how I felt.

Folks, I have less than 9 weeks left here in Lamego. That's not long at all and this past week I spent a major portion of it cooped up in my house. No language lessons, no kiddos playing in my yard, no walking the village and taking photos, none of it. So last week made my heart hurt? A lot. Because I was missing out on my village that I will have to say goodbye to in 9 short weeks.

But you know what I was reminded of recently? That there is beauty in a rest.

I received a devotional of sorts from a mentor when I graduated college and over the years I have referred back to it. The other night I decided to pull it out and look at that day's devotional. Here is what it said.

"There is no music during a musical rest, but the rest is part of the making of the music. In the melody of our life, the music is separated here and there by rests. During those rests, we foolishly believe we have come to the end of the song. God sends us times of forced leisure by allowing sickness, disappointed plans, and frustrated efforts. He brings a sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives, and we lament that our voices must be silent. We grieve that our part is missing in the music that continually rises to the ear of our Creator. Yet how does a musician read the rest? He counts the break with unwavering precision and plays his next note with confidence, as if no pause were ever there. " ~John Ruskin

There is beauty in a rest.

I have read this at least 10 times over the past couple of days and realized that even though I have no clue why this rest period was part of my time here in Lamego, there is still a reason. Maybe it was to get me into the Word more than I have been or to have plenty of time to be in deep prayer for those that I know are hurting way more than I am right now. Or knowing my King, it could be these reasons and so many more. However, whatever the reason(s), I trust that my King designed it to be this way.

We all have moments or long periods of time where it is like this. Something is happening in our lives that we don't quite understand why it is "this way." Sometimes we don't ever fully understand it. But how often do we actually praise God for these times? Instead of praying earnestly to be out of them, we instead sit back and say to God "if this is what you are asking of me in this time, then I praise you for it." I can say that I do not often do this. It's like a cycle for me. I sulk or pout and even "argue" and it is when I finally hand it all over that I am filled with peace. What's incredible is that during these times, He never leaves me and is there to guide me...picking up as if there was never a pause. Something to ponder on.

Lastly, I said goodbye to two of my Mozambique Brothers on Saturday. One of them (Sergio) is having surgery today on his legs and will be in Malawi, Africa for the next 3 months. The other (Manuel) has traveled with him to be of any help. Saying goodbye to them was the pits! Please be praying for Sergio as he spends the next months healing and for both of them as they will be spending a big amount of time away from home.

Manuel on the left, Sergio on the right