Time seems to be lost on me these days. There is the lack of seasons, and the lack of the regular ebb and flow of a college town, but lately I have lost track of time in a more daily way. Days are just so full of little people and of keeping up with all that life requires of us here that spending my few precious moments of rest on writing does not come naturally. Nonetheless, I miss you all and I my heart often bends towards sharing our lives with you. Nap time is nearly over (already), but I would like to address a question that I hear often from you all, and that I have spent countless hours wrestling with myself. It has a few variations, but essentially is this: What does ministry look like for you? I have been placing this before the Lord for years. This past year however He has answered, sometimes sternly, sometimes gently, but always the same: seek my face and leave the rest to me. It is easier said than done. Still, even that simple answer has been full of meaning. It may sound vague, but it has hands and feet. On Friday I stood in the kitchen making Stromboli thinking of you all, and how to explain what defines this season of my life. I decided that lunchtime is as good a place as any to start. You see, Alex eats lunch on long legs between airstrips. He needs sufficient food to have the energy to do what he does effectively and to stay sharp while flying. He spends long sweaty hours loading and unloading the airplane, in between long hours in a small cockpit navigating ever changing weather patterns. So leftovers for lunch are not an option, as eating rice while flying is a challenge. Sandwiches? we don't have deli meat here. In fact, we really don't have anything in the way of packaged ready-to-eat food (except what is basically pure sugar in a few different forms). Did I mention he works outside...on the equator? So on Friday I spent those precious nap time hours making and freezing food, so that Alex can do what he does. That is my ministry. Or at least one small piece of it. I know that in time the boys will get older, we will get more accustom to life here, and I will gradually find that I have more bandwidth to care for things beyond our little tribe. But right now I need to go read books to my two year old, because in just a few more weeks he will be three. (and if i'm being honest also because he apparently woke up on the wrong side of the bed...)
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