After he was finished, we shared with the group the blessings that we had received during the week. I spoke of how I was glad that I was able to learn more about cooking this week than I probably would have in the next 10 months if I hadn't been in the kitchen with Akia. Others shared their blessings, from the ordinary down to a lady who had just quit her job to be able to serve Christ better and live a more fulfilled life. I was impressed.
As I walked out of the crowded parlor, I stepped outside to take a short walk. I continued to walk however, an found myself walking through the chest high golden grass in the field. I inhaled the almost living air, and looked up at the almost supernaturally bright moon. I didn't even need a light with these kind of conditions. I walked all the way to the river and tried to absorb the rippling, rushing sounds. It reminded me of how Darlene had shared at Vespers that she had walked to a nearby bridge, shouted, "Here, Beaver, Beaver, Beaver!," and two huge beavers had swum out towards her!
I was suddenly overwhelmed at how good God had been to me. To be in such a wonderful place...that I now call home. I sang, "There is a Quite Place," and knelt down on the moist grass to pour out my thanks to God. My heart burned within me and I felt as if this must maybe come close to what Enoch felt.
