Our trip to the nearby S.E. Asian island in June was so full of new experiences...
we still have many photos to share!
Traveling outside of one's own realm opens up so many doors for learning about this world of our Father's.
"A man who has lived in many places is not likely to be deceived by the local errors of his native village;"
Please bear with us as we continue to reflect on time away from our "native village"...
|the back-breaking labor of harvesting rice|
|had I been born in this country, this might have been me|
|instead we were observers, learners in a foreign place|
|fed by women who labored endlessly to provide meals|
|cooking everything over the hot fire|
|boiling everything, even the water, to keep us healthy|
|without the luxury of running water - all water came from the well|
|and the local grocery wasn't exactly a Super Walmart|
|Ibu prepares fish under the watchful eye of the cat|
|Leska and Melni|
|the dining area was filled with dogs every mealtime, ever hopeful|
|some of them were awfully cute|
|in an economy where fuel is costly, animal labor still makes sense|
|'take my yoke upon you' actually still has meaning in this village|
|and who wouldn't love a ride in a cart like this one?|
|a view of the laundry room. give thanks for yours right now.|
|and the bathroom. give thanks again.|
|this was our bathroom sink|
|this was the shower|
|and this was the toilet flushing system. give thanks one more time.|
|the climate was cool enough to enjoy cozy blankets|
|and the friendship warmed us, too|
|there were moments of pure fun (you're the best, Mark!)|
|silly dengue humor (it's a dead mosquito in the Danger Zone)|
|and moments of awe|
What a privilege to learn how others live; to be challenged to reconsider our own priorities and ways of life, to be challenged to live intentionally, thoughtfully, humbly in response.