The air has become pleasantly even temperatures in the day time and at night it takes on a chill . It almost feels like the weather in Canada when we were up there this summer. I wonder if that means that it has become cold in Canada. Maybe even have they seen their first snow yet? Probably they have stopped going to the lake for daily swims I would guess.
I'm thinking about the children filling the classrooms of the school that we made our home for a few short days. Do the even hear the name of God in the rooms where sat and read our Bibles every day? In the teacher's lounge our group met every morning for team devotions and prayer. What do the teachers talk about in that room now? Is there needless words instead edifying words of grace and truth?
Are the children only allowed to go to the playground at recess instead of playing with us for hours upon hours as we did this summer. Where do the children go I wonder when its cold and dark, but their parents haven't noticed because of their drunken state.
I'm miles and miles away, but Canada is stuck in my brain. It seems it doesn't take much for me want to pack my bags and flee to Canada just to spend a few hours on a playground with affection starved children. I don't want to just wonder how these people are doing I want to know and see them for myself. The ache in my heart for Canada reminds me to pray and to give my all for Christ where I am just as I did up there.
I could go about the business of having visited another country and returning quite turned inside out, but I won't. Because my friend Liz who has spent far more time in a foreign culture than I has written about it already on her blog. Check it out its good.
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