Too bad we hafta go to bed
“Too bad we hafta go to bed.”
Spoken matter-of-factly. Stated sincerely. Said to no one yet heard by everyone. Everyone, that is, who was on the truck.
At least a dozen of us were seated or standing on the back of a 4 X 4 Landcruiser. We were on safari. No guns, just cameras. We spotted what the African bush had to offer: bushbuck in the thickets and bushbabies in the trees. Sable, Serval and Sitatunga. A proverbial feast for the eyes!It was then that my daughter Rachel made the comment, “Too bad we hafta go to bed.”
If any of you wonder whether the joint Zambia/Malawi missionary family Easter retreats are a blessing to our mission fields, don’t ask the adults, just ask the missionaries’ kids! From my twelve-year old’s perspective, sleep was getting in the way of activities that could be done! Like the fish eagle in the sky, her excitement soared! Her imagination was running like the animals around her: wild! If we didn’t have to go to bed, think of the number of animals we could spot, games we could play, friends we could visit, stories we could hear, fish we could catch, crafts we could make, songs we could sing! Too bad we hafta to go to bed!
Like you, Rachel knows that sleep is as important as it is necessary to function properly. Sleep is a gift God-given. The irony of it all is that Rachel loves to go to bed! At home she’s usually the first one tucked in! But on that safari drive, Rachel was seeing more than game. She was noticing that there were so many opportunities around her – and only a certain amount of time. Read more ›




