Apples

I went to the grocery store tonight and bought apples.
Do you know how many different kinds of apples there are?

Golden Delicious.
Red Delicious.
Fuji.
Granny Smith.
Jonigold.
Honey Crisp.

Shall I continue?

This is a bit out of control.
And then I came home tonight and saw this picture.

Some friends of ours are missionaries in Uganda. This is one of the elderly ladies that they were able to bless with blankets, reading glasses, and food.

What does this have to do with apples?

I am getting there... Promise.

The food they were given beans, rice, sugar, salt, and posho (a dish made of just cornmeal and water which is widely eaten in Uganda because it is so cheap).

They don't have a billion apples to choose from, or several rows of different kinds of meats. They don't have a line of cereal to pick from or a drink section longer than my whole apartment.

Is it bad we have those things? Of course not. I like those things. I buy those things. But it was a good reminder how gosh darn lucky I am. Its the little things that sometimes make me stop dead in my tracks and throw my heart and mind back onto the African continent with a good dose of gratefulness as I go.

I miss that place so much... So so very much. But I am eternally thankful for the little - and big - lessons it taught me and reminds me of today.