I hope all of you are fortunate enough to have good friends - not just people with whom you socialize, but people with whom you share your life. I have a few of them, and Georgia's Mom is one of them.
I am sure by now I have said at least a dozen times that Georgia's Mom was my friend before I had a sister, or even before my mom remarried. We have known one another all of our lives, and have been blessed to have the rare experience of growing in similar directions. She is a UMC Minister now, and we have children about the same age. And maybe it's because our lives have overlapped so much, for so long, or maybe it's just because we're friends, but both of us always carries a little of the other's load. I cried when her first child was born, and cried when her grandfather died. When my grandmother was dying, and Georgia's Mom and I had not spoken in months, she was the only one I wanted to see. I even cried at her son's baptism (while I was in front of a crowd, no less) - and I'm not a crier. It's just the way things are with us.
So as she's been in Africa, I have thought a good bit about her experience and the things she's written. This morning I read her last post before leaving the area (and coming home to talk on the phone with me, thank goodness) just before starting my day. Now I can't stop thinking about it. In the grocery store, making lunch, feeding Silas - everything I have done today has been a reminder of how much my life is one of luxury. Walking into a grocery store and having so many options is a luxury. The ability to feed my child as many fresh fruits and vegetables as he wants (including apples in April and watermelon in December) is an inconceivable luxury in so much of the world. Watching my infant thrive and grow out of his clothes almost as fast as I can buy them, is a luxury. Having a phone nurse to call when I'm not sure what to do ... I could go on and on. My life is incredibly comfortable, and whatever complicates it are largely things I have created.
Georgia's Mom was right about something else: as a believer, knowing how much I have been given and how much others need, my only real option is to share what I have. The condo where we stayed last week had a quote displayed that has stayed with me: We can only experience a blessing in our own lives when others are blessed by it. (It was said better than that, but that was the sentiment). Until someone else benefits from what I have, I have no benefit from it, either.
So be it.