Living so close to the land and sun and rain here something inside me has come alive that never did in the city. There is a rhythm in this place that mirrors heaven. We live by the rain, by the seasons, by grace and I now understand why Jesus spoke of it all so often. Living on land that grows gold and green brings me such unexpected joy and teaches me daily about the goodness and love of God. I never would have thought it, but the country is creeping into this city girl’s heart in a profound way.
Though rains come to our ground, we live in a region suffering the worst drought in 60 years. Our food prices have almost doubled for some items. People are afraid and hungry. What does love look like to these? With bowed heads and brimming hearts we sing every mealtime… the song echoes loud through the maize and the sorghum and the peanuts and the sweet cassava.
Thank You Lord for giving us food, thank you Lord for giving us food, thank you Lord for giving us food right where we are…
The song echoes true. I don’t have to tell my children to be grateful for their beans and rice, there are starving kids in Africa. They know this all too well. But with three meals a day, everyday, it is sometimes easy to forget. When hunger no longer gnaws, it is easy to forget. So I do remind them of God’s grace. And we DO sing our thanks every meal now. And I always gather my older ones and tell them the stories of the ones still with no home and show them the pictures of those not yet found. We join our hearts and voices in prayer for these. And we talk often of gratitude and giving back and changing the world.
In the middle of it all, our maize crops grow tall and vegetables ripen all around us. We let our staff family cultivate on our land and grow life giving nutrition they could not afford to buy for their families in the markets. And they are very generous with their bounty. We live and grow like the one big family we are. I love being able to pick my maize from Habuba’s field (at her insistence- never buy maize again!) and walk it to the fire and roast it sweet and hot on the coals.
I learn so much here. The most mature corn bows the lowest. And then it lets go of its kernels and feeds a hungry world.
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