Walking home today, I realized how "everyday" these sights have become.
Where I live, folks carry items in black, plastic bags so no one can see what they have. It may be food from market or new shoes. Mine our beans our friend Benjamin brought My Dear from his garden. He was sure to show My Dear how to snap the ends off.
Where I live, poinsettias are seen growing among the spring flowers.
Where I live, you never underestimate the occupancy of your vehicle. This SUV took 5 adults in the front and 4 more in the back...look how those long legs fold up. We saw our friends loading up for church and asked to take a picture.
Where I live, this plant called, "Job's Tears" grows. In the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere the God of the universe planted it to grow in dry conditions and produce a seed that pops right off and is hollow on the inside. It has a soft place at each end of the seed that allows a needle and string to go right through so these seeds are made into lovely beaded jewelry. So easy to make....I made myself a necklace. You will see jewelry along the mache made of many colorful beads from this plant. Where I live, God supplied an income for the locals through His handiwork.
Where I live, water is precious. Drinking water is especially precious. So precious that people steal it. Water trickles out of the tap but there are times when we have to allow our plants to dry out because there is not enough water to spare. Today, our Miss B. took a shower with buckets at her feet to catch the water so our Dolly could water her flower seeds. Perhaps, we will even use some of the water to flush the toilet. Toilets and faucets are things that many of our neighbors do not have the luxury of. Where I live, we have to lock up our drinking water and consider ways to conserve each drop of precious water we can.
Where I live, people greet one another as they pass. People smile when they are smiled at. Where I live, folks know my name. Where I live, the church doors are always open and the sounds of worship pour out of the open windows. Where I live beautiful people accept the "blan" foreigners. Where I live, the Lord is at work.
I am thankful to live where I live.