Something New, is Sometimes, Something God

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The setting, The Royal Palace Hotel, in Bujumbura, Burundi. It was the last of about ten nights recently spent there working. I decided to join two new friends for dinner, as opposed to my usual lone room service. I had been feeling unwell, since before I traveled, and this night, I did not really feel up for a heavy meal, though I knew I would benefit from gentle but great company.

The waiters to come for our orders… I wanted a fruit salad with ice cream with a Smoothie comprising mostly avocado, with mango, pineapple and tree tomato. The waiter looked at me incredulously, then burst into laughter and told me, “Madam, we don’t have that here. It is not done.” It was my turn to be surprised. What did he mean? I had had the same or similar many, many, times before, at home in Nairobi. I barely stopped myself from losing my temper. The one thing about the hospitality in this place was that they were determined to make their clients at home. I also had developed a good relationship, based on honesty, with the staff particularly at the restaurant. So I knew he was not trying to ‘blow me off’ but was sharing his truth. The just did not… here.

So I patiently explained it to him, my two Australian dinner companions also stared at me, and one asked if I was serious about the order. I said that I was, and with my eefffy appetite, that is what my palate was able to take. It was not that time when the scripture demands that I eat for the comfort of my brethren, because I was certain that changing my order would have the effect in me, and all the staff and diners in that beautiful restaurant, of being the least loving thing I could do. I was really sick, and pushing down nausea.

Finally he left…and came back about 20 minutes later, after a lot of activity in the kitchen, some of which involved people peeping round the door and then rushing back in to try hide their mirth. He came bearing two glasses…one with Avocado Juice and the other, with the rest of the fruit I had asked for. I took it in my stride. I smilingly thanked him and asked him to bring me a third glass. BEAUTIFUL!

IMG_0979Life is like that, perhaps because God is like that. Difficult to predict, difficult to figure out…and sometimes the healing balm comes from being true to yourself – living truly for God – no matter who doesn’t believe what you are doing makes sense. I live for God – strongly – because He has taught my heart to fear missing out on every truly ‘God’ experience, by failing to fear and trust Him,  and living and being authentically what He bids me to be.

Just thought I should share…Have a glass of God – Life on Him 🙂

Let God set the itinerary and pace for your journey…you WILL NOT miss out!

“For am I now seeking the favor of men, or of God? Or am I striving to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ.”
Galatians 1:10

Vipslit@yahoo.ca

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