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An Evening in North Africa

By Cora,* RMM worker in North Africa

This excerpt comes from a recent update from Cora, and gives a brief glimpse into her life in North Africa. Please continue to pray that the RMM team there will be a source of light and truth to this country.

The sun is still bright and it’s already 5:20 pm – time change makes all the difference. I walk down the boulevard to go mail a letter. Down through a row of palm trees, on either side of me, wild flowers are starting to bloom! So much to see, so much to take in. Others are enjoying the evening as well. Sitting all along the way on benches made just for that. Some girls quietly talking amongst themselves; some mothers sitting and watching as their children play in the open square; some couples enjoying each other’s company and laughing over a comment made; a grandmother hugging her grandson; an older gentleman leaning up against the base of a palm tree, resting in the grass and shade.

As I walk, there are young boys who ask if I want to buy Kleenex or others who bring over live birds to see if I am interested in purchasing one. I’m amused but kindly decline. I hear men who want my attention, but I look straight ahead. I mail my letter and buy a post card. I feel confident as I confirm the price and pay. I live here now and I know what words to say. I wish those were always my feelings!

“It’s a gift to me, why can’t it simply be a gift to bring joy to him?”I continue on and decide to buy groceries. I am greeted by a store worker I have met once before. Kisses and well wishes are given before I continue. I buy an ice cream bar before heading home. I’m enjoying my ice cream, and then I hear a little boy say, “sweeah?” He wants a taste of my ice cream. I am caught off guard and laugh because is he serious? He sees my reaction and leaves. But then I think, why didn’t I give him the whole thing? He may not have needed it, but neither did I. It’s a gift to me, why can’t it simply be a gift to bring joy to him? It’s too late now, but next time instead of laughing I want my reaction to be, “Here you go!”

As I return home, I pass by more people – the security guards; three in a row making their way down the boulevard; men and women simply people-watching, children running and laughing, no one in a rush – simply enjoying the present. So much to see, so much to learn just by walking down the boulevard to mail a letter!

*Names changed for security