Yesterday at church Zoey met a new friend. After the service she came up to me and whispered in my ear that she wanted to share something amazing with her. Zoey was not sure if she would have experienced the joy of cereal before. I told Zoey that her friend probably already had some cereal at her house, but she had to run off to confirm it. She was a bit dejected to learn that cereal was not a special treat that she could secretly share with new friends.
Several times I have told the kids to throw something away, but they wander around in circles because nothing around them looks like a trashcan. We all walk around giving everyone handshakes (the custom in Cameroon) which you would think would seem normal, but apparently we do not do that nearly as much here in the US. My kids are grasping that we only cross the roads at crosswalks, but whenever it is time they run across at full speed as if their lives depended on it, and are genuinely surprised to see that the cars stop.
But it is not without sadness that we re-experience our former lives. Some friends have moved on, no longer at our church. We look at all the great things around us and are reminded of how little our friends in the village have. And we know that some of them will die by the time that we get back. We worshipped today in a church surrounded by believers and like six pastors! But we know that Boris (our pastor in the village) is toiling pretty much alone. It is a constant reminder to be thankful for all that we have here in America, but it is also a sober reminder.