Last night at dinner, the house went dark. We gasped and looked around at each other. Running through our minds were thoughts like, are my electronics charged, will I have to serve the baby a cold bottle of milk, will I have to take a cold shower in the dark etc. Now that it is morning and the hills surrounding us are blacked out I must accept that I will have to wake up without my coffee. And I will have to endure Kira’s complaints about her cold bottle.
Julie got up and began lighting candles in every room. She would drip some wax on the tile floor and stick a skinny candle there in the hallway right on the floor. It was an intimate scene for the first couple of hours. We huddled on the big bed and giggled while Kira rolled around. I taught my group to play backgammon by candle light. We passed around a few oreo cookies. We shared a lot of laughter.
But now, it’s three hours and counting before I have to be ready to go to court. I am way beyond the romantic, intimate feeling we had when the lights first went out. Emily and I discussed how poorly we roll with hardship. The Africans take these annoyances in great stride. We bristle and must talk ourselves into a better attitude about enduring the problem du jour. I remember when we were with Pastor Omar on our mission trip here last year, and the main thing he told us to do was remain fluid. “I don’t want you to just be flexible, I want you to be fluid.” We learned that’s easier said than done, but nonetheless, not impossible. Long ago days were governed by the light of the sun, and if necessary, today will be as well.
Craig and the big boys are on the plane now heading for London, and then they will take another flight on to Entebbe. There are many snow storms in Europe which have delayed and even cancelled flights. I suppose they too are learning to be fluid. We hope they will arrive late tonight! We are so excited to reunite our family and introduce Kira to them.
We have a court date this morning to get our ruling. I am saving the battery power to return home and finally introduce you to our daughter! I don’t have any doubt we will be granted custody of her. There’s been a more difficult case where a baby’s mom died in child birth and the father gave up the child. That father went to the first court date. Everyone fretted that the court wouldn’t give the American missionary couple custody, but at their ruling they were granted custody. I haven’t got one bit of worry or fear in me, except for the headache I will endure for entering my day without two cups of strong coffee and the screams that will make it pound when Kira is not offered warm milk.
I am seriously thinking about setting up the little charcoal cookstove in the back yard, and boil water to heat the bottle. Then I will truly have adopted the African lifestyle.