Laughter is good for the soul



So many laughs shared over pizza and nachos and cokes and ice cream. A fair treat out here! All the things that signify rich living in the bush here.

When did these women become such good friends? When did they become part of my life's blood? As dear to me as the friends I left behind. Not replacing. Never replacing. Just room made for new dear ones.


New laughs. New stories. New awkward moments that you can never share. New inside jokes.

Somewhere between surgery and wards. Long nights in theatre and long nights of rook. Between hospital work and village work. Between exams and paperwork. Over chocolate and coffee. Around the table and in the living room. Sometime, somewhere a corner was turned and these 'strangers' became friends. And more than friends- good friends, close friends, dear friends.


So tonight we feasted. Not just on treats- homemade pizza, tortillas out of date, ice cream from a package- but on each other's company. On sharing laughs and jokes and songs and stories. Making precious memories.

There might not be another night the four of us sit around a table again to share such fun (and such food).  Tonight, I savour the memory of friendship in a place I thought I might never enjoy such close friendships.

Ah! But God has blessed me.

Such dear friends at home. Such dear friends here

Doesn't He wait daily to load us with blessings. More than we can carry.
Sometimes the way is dark and long and weary. Sometimes God seems silent. But we know He is here beside us. He will never forsake or forget His people, the sheep of His pasture.

Oh how abundant is your goodness which you have stored up for those who fear you.


Daily loaded with blessing. And even more stored up. We are the happiest of all people who know the Lord!