I am still dreaming about my future house and hoping that the next place will be where we stay and grow some roots. Frankly, where we live now is not so bad. It could always be worse. We have a house with a garden, no leaky roof, and a garage for the car (the previous one didn’t). The car is a small Fiat with no room for the children’s car seats, but is provided by the church. One less monthly payment to stress about every month. Granted, D’s salary would have been much better if we’d stayed in Canada, but we knew that before leaving.
We had talked, thought and prayed about all the changes that our move would mean. Of course, at the time we didn’t expect being placed in the Far West of Brazil. But what did we imagine ? I remember telling D once that I’d rather live a couple of years, during our first years of his ministry, in the middle of nowhere in Brazil, rather than in the middle of nowhere in Canada. Because small town Canada very possibly means 6 months of snow, cold and lack of sunshine. We’d had a taste of it during our one year in Saskatchewan, and I didn’t want to repeat the experience. I was sick and tired of the winter blues.
Little did I know that we would indeed be living in the middle of nowhere in Brazil. From the extreme cold Canadian winter to the extreme hot Amazonian weather. This is shock treatment. D says that God allowed this to happen to teach us a lesson : that we would appreciate more the good stuff of our next place : If it indeed happens to be the bigger city we think, it will probably not have all the first-world country comforts that we’d taken for granted. When we feel depressed about our situation here, we remind ourselves of what we didn’t like about the places we left behind, especially the city in Niagara where we spend most of our married life so far. Our memories tend to remember only the sunny days, not the rain or the slush (melting snow). We easily remember the evenings when, childless, we decided on the spur of the moment to go to the movies, not of the times that we were so broke that we couldn’t afford to go out. The fun afternoons spent touring the beautiful Niagara region on our bicycles during cherry season, not when we had to go to work early in the morning and shovel the snow around the car, or scratch the ice off the windshield… The list goes on and on.
The result is that all things considered, our situation after more that 10 years of marriage is still temporary, and that’s frustrating, but we don’t lack anything.
The Lord has provided.
As for the rest, the dream house, the big garden, family closer, I just keep hoping and praying that it will happen some day. Soon.