Supper tonight, leftover red beans, salad, and cornbread.
O.K. - looks like we are ready to go,
but 1st, I must get out of bed - ha!
"For my own part, I have never ceased to rejoice that God has appointed me to such an office. People talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending so much of my life in Africa. . . . Is that a sacrifice which brings its own blest reward in healthful activity, the consciousness of doing good, peace of mind, and a bright hope of a glorious destiny hereafter? Away with the word in such a view, and with such a thought! It is emphatically no sacrifice. Say rather it is a privilege. Anxiety, sickness, suffering, or danger, now and then, with a foregoing of the common conveniences and charities of this life, may make us pause, and cause the spirit to waver, and the soul to sink; but let this only be for a moment. All these are nothing when compared with the glory which shall be revealed in and for us. I never made a sacrifice.I use to hate to read when I was in school, probably because the books where boring, and it was hard because of learning issues that we weren’t really aware of.
(What David Livingstone said to the Cambridge students about his “leaving” the benefits of England.)