I wonder who lives at house number nine in the Cypriot village of Omidos. They have a lovely orange tree growing in their front yard just on the other side of this white brick fence. When my husband and I passed their little home just off the village square I had so many thoughts about them–trying to imagine what it would be like to be born in that hamlet and live my entire life in the womb of a small mountain town. I am sure that most of the villagers in these mountains have never seen the world as I have. There would be so many pluses and minuses to a life like that.
I am growing sentimental about leaving Cyprus soon–in about two weeks. Of course, I have other countries to look forward to seeing and more friends to enjoy in Israel and Ukraine. Still Cyprus is special and the people here will always hold a treasured spot in my heart.
Wherever we are or go there are broken lives to heal, and the amazing part is that we discover healing in our own lives as we reach out to others… That is just how it is with the love of God–when you spread it around it comes back.
We are following a meandering pathway through life with numerous twists and turns. It is one that takes us to different nations and various peoples. The journey makes me realize that my life is not my own. And I am so glad. I couldn’t have dreamed it this good!