Faith Like Potatoes

Saturday, June 2

Last night we had our first group movie night on the veranda. The movie was Faith like Potatoes. I had heard of it before, but never seen it. The story started in Zambia and moved over to South Africa. I won’t spoil the whole plot for you, but I did cry in several parts and laugh as well (the mark of a great movie). It is based on a true story and the main point was that faith is a hard fought process. There are dry periods and plentiful periods. We must trust, listen, obey, follow, pray and speak. I felt that it was very appropriate to watch while in Zambia, so that I could appreciate it better. There have been times in my life that I did not want to give faith time. I wanted to speed up the process, but in most cases, waiting produced an even better result than I could’ve imagined.

I think I have forgotten the importance of hugs back home. Don’t get me wrong, I love hugs but I do not give them as freely as some people. The kids here need that sensory feeling, but even more so need the love that it conveys. I know I keep saying this, but the simple life here is humbling me and reminding me of what I value most. Toys here are pieces of plastic, rugs, dirt, rocks, string, and occasionally a soccer ball. I shouldn’t start naming toys that we have….