Today was one of those days where we struggled with culture
stress. Tom had to deal with getting our washing machine repaired or
replaced. It’s been broken for
almost 2 weeks. Nothing happens fast here. Things are night & day
different!
Before we left the house today, I was chatting with my brother on WhatsApp. He shared an inspirational quote with me. The line that stuck with me
was to see the beauty around me. It’s easy to lose sight of the beauty in this
city. It’s filthy, smelly, suffocating. There is rubbish and waste everywhere,
betel nut spittle spewed on walks and walls, poverty and disease everywhere I look—both
humans and animals. I see filth and desperation, and I lose sight of the
beauty. I needed to hear that today—to look for the beauty.
So I looked for the beauty as I rode the hot, smelly, dusty,
crowded, suffocating PMV. I reminded myself to see the beauty when my anxiety
was getting the best of me and my stomach was cramping on that bus. Today we
had to take 3 buses to town and 4 home. I tried so hard to see the beauty as I
walked the streets of Port Moresby with the relentless sun and humidity bearing
down on me. I tried to find humour
in the fact that after finally arriving at the drivers license center, we were
told to try back next week because they were out of cards!
And God did not disappoint. There was beauty in the bus ride
to town. Out my window, I saw the rolling hills, the coastlines, and the
beautiful people. In town I saw friendly smiles, some bubbling streams, and the
beauty of people going about their day, determined to keep surviving despite
the poverty. We met new friends
who took pity on us and gave us a ride when we were unsure of where were going. There was beauty in smiling eyes when Joy
and I shared some potato crisps with the children behind us on the bus home.
Tonight I enjoyed the beauty of friendship while visiting in
the cool of the evening with my two neighbours who have become my dearest
friends. I pray I can continue to see the treasures in the ordinary and find
beauty in this city filled with heartache and sickness.
Written on Thursday, 3 May
2018
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