I haven’t blogged since the beginning of May.
It’s early evening, I haven’t had dinner and my bones ache from all of the work I have been doing on the house. I just want to go to bed and sleep - I am stretched thin and not as young as I once was.
I came home from South Africa and jumped into my life here. People have two reactions: “Glad to have you back!” and “Now that you’re back can you…” Everyone seems glad we are home. Few have asked for details of the work there.
Some days I wake up, thinking that I am still living in South Africa. I came home with Mario and we made a new start. The trouble is, I have a sinking feeling that the South African part of my life is drifting away. I have no remedy for my South African soul-hunger – I find no South African ex-pats here! I honestly need help knowing that this particular portion of my life won’t just fade away.
Right now in South Africa it’s winter. The days are cold; the nights are colder. June 6.
Today is Portia’s birthday - she is 33.
Portia is my amazingly special friend who filled my life with a special sense of wonder in God’s supernatural ability to make all things right. If you want a specimen of a Spirit-filled South African woman, you can look at Portia. She prays constantly and walks with freedom and joy. She radiates peace and beauty and I miss her.
Today she will celebrate her birthday in simplicity. She has a lot of friends at work and in school and they will most likely bring her a cake and she will blow out the candles. It will be the first year in seven years that I will not make that cake, sing to her and watch her blow out the candles.
I just spoke to her on the phone…she is already at work (it’s 7 a.m.). When I asked her what she is going to do today I could hear her smiling.
“I don’t know yet,” she said. “Something special.”