Mercy.
So, we prayed for sun. We got rain. A lot of rain. By the end of a twelve hour day of crazy downpours, short bursts of drenched customers, and a small recover of a touch of sun – we had about $90 for our friends in Uganda. There are no words to express the disappointment when you are in grave need and the needs just aren’t met. Because sometimes, we pray – and we don’t get the answer we want. Because His ways are not our ways. And because He is molding us. Changing us. Beckoning us to surrender. And this week, we struggle. There’s no money on either end…
Red.
I unpack them with awe every time. Almost a sense of reverence. Bright beads blend into earth tones in the palms of my white hands. It was the precious brown hands that sent them here. Many, many precious brown hands. Hands I long to hold. Tears come as I run my fingers along the smooth sides of the coconut beads. I gently hold a pair of bright red earrings. The color captivates me. Vibrant and beautiful – like the people who made them. And yes, they’re red alright, and us Canadians laugh at how boring we are and we joke that we really only wear brown and black. But, they’re breath-taking and someone…
