Rainy season is coming any day now. I can't wait to lay in bed at night and listen to the pounding of each drop on the roof of our tin garage. The dry heat seems to make the entire region sluggish too. My feet are permanently red and crusty. But there's something so African about riding through a wide open market place with a cloud of dust trailing behind you. I'll miss that.
I was given a gift, straight from the hand of God three weeks ago. If anything can demonstrate His intimate knowledge of me, it's that I find Him in yoga. And lo and behold, Mandala House.
God used yoga to heal me, uses it to heal me. He expresses his love in it, that He has no boundaries to His interaction with His creation, with our bodies. That our bodies are ever as much part of His purpose and creativity as our souls. He created us in His image.
It's beginning to stir my heart, excite me, that the healing and solace I find every time I step on a mat is here, in a place special to my heart. My worlds continue to collide.
But it's also one of those moments where the puzzle pieces fall together.
I was left devastated by a broken relationship years ago, and you know how when you experience loss in life, there's this sudden urge to find a new hobby.
Yoga was mine.
I wanted to be REALLY GOOD at it. To prove myself.
But what ended up growing quietly in my heart was stillness and depth. God began to breathe life back into me because I was quiet enough to listen.
And here I am.
And so I sit still. Give my heart room to expand. Open up my rib cage and let Life pour in.
Because when all I've done is put my nose down, passed through the week, scratched off my list, I don't let myself feel.
I'm like a preschooler during the holidays again, reading and absorbing any yoga books I can get my hands on, teaching, learning the anatomy of yoga, and thanking God continually for thinking of me in bringing Mandal to Gulu.
I needed it.
Now if only He would remember how much I love Cracker Barrel.
Meeting with a group of child mothers this afternoon, can't wait to tell you about it.
p.s. have I told you how big African bugs are? (see photo above)