Wednesday night and staff are at our home as usual after the weekly meeting. I lean on the arm of my friend Illuminate’s chair in the dim and buggy light of solar power. We eat sombe (greens), matooke (mashed banana) and beans. We drink sweet sodas from glass bottles and we compete to win the prizes sometimes found under their metal tops.

And I notice:

That when we are with our school staff we are at ease. We laugh a lot. We pray from the heart (sometimes.) We speak deeply. We learn a lot. We relax. We feel at home.

This is a marvel. One more precious jewel of a miracle in our lives. A hard fought for gift. Simply Being, when you are crossing cultures, languages, tribes, colors, and denominations . . . is no small thing.

I can choose to make Thankfulness a way of life.