“Trials reveal your true thoughts and desires where you have been looking for life, where you have sought meaning and where you have looked to give you hope.” -P.D. Tripp, Suffering
Sometimes the grade of the “sandpaper” is rougher than other times. This week, we’ve experienced some of those sandpaper moments, just small trials that reveal where I have sought meaning and where I have looked to give me hope.
Things like late night “sing roll” challenge me. When Olivia participates, she reminds her friends that she still has school, even though they don’t, and she comes home before midnight. Since we arrived in the village more than two weeks ago, we haven’t had an uninterrupted night of sleep. When I don’t get enough sleep, headaches plague me. And I’m crabby.
Our family’s habit is to leave the battery powered twinkly white lights on, and when Olivia comes home, she turns them off. With no ceilings in the house, we can easily see if the lights are reflecting on the inside of our roof and know if everyone is safely tucked in bed. One night Aaron forgot that Olivia was gone, and he turned off the lights and locked the door. When Olivia got home, she called to Katherine to unlock the door because her bedroom window is right next to the stairs leading to our porch. Yay for unselfish sisters who are willing to climb out of a comfortable bed!
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