I watch the evening shadows stretch long as day disrobes of her light. Soon my 104 children will be pounding out ear-jarring rhythms, dust clouds mingling with prayers, both rising. Incense from a war torn patch of earth. But this night, I am not with them.
This night, I am getting the mail, checking our family bank account and running errands. A trip to the post office means a trip to a neighboring country for me. We still don’t have a postal system where I live or even electricity for that matter. Motherhood in South Sudan. I am amazed at what has become my normal.
The shadows lengthen. I still can’t believe the news that met my arrival here. Some weeks, I don’t understand life at all… read the entire post over at incourage where I am writing as a guest writer today.
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