Sitting out back this evening with Sarah and some of the girls as they prepared supper, I gazed up and noticed the stars. A short ways outside of town there is little light to block out their brilliance. The only light present in fact is the one gleaming from within the house, providing just enough visibility to cook upon the little coal stoves, but scarcely to write.
It’s amazing how vast the sky appears and how bright the stars shine. How beautiful they appear on this peaceful evening with only soft chatter around the kettle and the occasional fir of laughter breaking the steady hum of the grasshoppers. Leaning against the cold stone wall of the house, sipping my boiling hot cup of English tea [I have not fully become African yet] listening to the now familiar sounds of the lunyankole conversation being carried out around me – a warmth and joy overtook my soul as I realized how fully I had been incorporated into this vibrant family. What a joy and blessing it is to discover a new home nearly half way around the world.
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