First I Cried, then I Laughed

There were sixteen of us crammed around the table. The two waiters serving us made eighteen very warm bodies stuffed into a room built for six. We were triple their capacity, but no one seemed to mind… no one but me. Nine of our party of sixteen were children—two of them were twelve years old and the other seven were four and under. An elbow to the left side, a kick to the shin, a spilled drink across the table, a glass Coca-Cola bottle shattered at my feet, and another elbow to the left. We had been seated for at least an hour and now three of the children were crying. The food began to slowly trickle out of kitchen plate by plate and mine of course came last {undoubtedly the only one that required no cooking—a salad!}. I was two days old in Africa—I was pushing 72 hours without sleep. I was on the wrong malaria medicine. It was hot and I was hungry. I somehow managed to block out the sticky messes and screaming children as I finally began to eat. Then without any warning, we lost electricity and I began to cry. When our waiter came and placed lit candles on our already crowded table, I noticed that my tears had turned to hysterical laughter in that dimly lit room. Strangely enough, eating a plate of lettuce in the dark was just the ticket for pushing through jet lag and the emotional rubble left in the aftermath of mefloquine.

We’ve been in Africa now for two weeks, and we continue to lose power regularly. In fact, we don’t have electricity more often than we have it (even went out twice today in the supermarket!). I’m sure consistent power outages eventually wear out their welcome for those living in the city and paying for electricity, but as for me, I wanna keep finding joy in the ambiance of it all. Preparing to move to the bush has certainly had its way of changing my perspective…

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9 responses to “First I Cried, then I Laughed

  1. This entry is exactly why the tittle of your blog is so fitting! I am super encouraged by your story and REAL perspective! I love you,
    Amy

  2. Sounds a tad like Honduras!!…got used to candle light but why did it always fail when the freezer was just topped up!! Take care love Kate.

  3. Ice is the true measure of luxury in the world…..one even after you find civilization again you will appreciate. Excited to see how things unfold for the Lanes and the rest of the team.

  4. Hang in there . . . and KEEP LAUGHING!!! (But cry when you need to!!) Miss you guys. Wish Galmi wasn’t so far away.

  5. Allee Rodenbaugh

    Love this and brought joy to my day! I hope you had a piece of Chipote to make up for a “regular” dinner in Uganda. Praying for you both a ton and everyone that Is placed in Yalls life from the restaurant owner to the people in the marketplace. I love you guys!

  6. You painted a wonderful word picture…I could feel your pain and your release. I suppose you are enjoying what luxury you can before you move to the bush. Thanks for sharing and know that you are loved!!

  7. You are so good about updating everyone on how y’all are doing, Blue and I were so glad to hear that Bobby got his work visa so quickly! Know we pray for you guys so often and love hearing where God is taking you spiritually and physically.

  8. The “honeymoon” phase for Africa lasted about two days for us too. That’s okay. When the honeymoon is over, the Lord sustains us by His Word instead of by nostalgia. Welcome home.

  9. “What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
    Leaning on the everlasting arms.”

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