I was in North Mozambique 7 years ago. I loved Pemba in all its poverty, smelliness and government infractions. There was once-a-week water, short daily hours of electricity & we lived, as the children did, on 2 bowls of rice daily as well as a salt biscuit for breakfast. But, there was love & that in abundance.
Each morning my friends & I would awaken, before the fisherwomen hit the water, to bathe in the Indian Ocean. Each morning the same 3 young boys would follow us trying to get us to buy things from them. They shadowed us everywhere we went. We shared Jesus, prayed & fell in love with them. Our final day we honored them with flip flops & paid twice the asking price for their random items. My little friend gave me a beaded cross necklace he made just for me. I’ve worn that necklace almost every day for 7 years.
What I do creates in me a fullness of life. I’m not saying everyone should pack up and head to the nearest 3rd world country. We’re not all called overseas. But there is a mission field for all of us. Every day we have an option. We can stay cocooned in our safe place or we can take a risk and do something to change someone else's world. Life to the fullest is a choice. It’s deciding to embrace it all. I don’t always feel like being an extravagant giver or listener or encourager but often the times I feel the least compassionate is when my sacrifice seems the most rewarding.
A cross drawn on a small white shell and strung with beads reminds me to love at all costs & never stop.