God is richly deep in wisdom and knowledge and how He judges we can’t find out. We don’t know the mind of God and we haven’t given Him council. …(Sandy’s understanding)
” For of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever . Amen.”
Romans 11: 33,34. ..36
The next time I went to the camp in the Vumba mountains was when I was 17 going on 18. I was now a councillor and loved all the activities with the younger teenagers. We had crafts on rainy days (this is when I enjoyed painting a cardinal traced from a picture onto glass) and on sunny days long hikes shaded by ancient trees with lunch brought to us in a van.. Then there was also a meadow. A lovely place of long soft grass.(like a long form of Kikuyu) Wonderful to fall into . Here we would play for hours: capture the flag, flying dutchman, stuck in the mud, sleeping lions…. To get to this meadow you followed a path down a hill to a little stream, where a tree tomato grew. Here we would pick a bright red egg shaped fruit, bite off its distinctive pointy end and suck out the peculiar tasting black pips. Delicious.
Then there were other councillors including a very tall handsome, Michael. I hadn’t met him before but he was talkative and studious and because we were both soon to do our our final sixth form exams, we spent the two hour rest time revising in the diningroom. We knew we liked each other but we were working hard with the teenagers.
It was soon time for us to travel back on our train with its clickety- clack and belching of steam and sparks from its enormous black chimney. I had my usual top bunk with two other girls below me. We were comfortably happy. I then remembered that I hadn’t seen Michael since we left the camp. Walking down the train swaying from side to side I heard familiar laughter coming from a door slightly ajar (there were often empty carriages). I stopped looked in quietly and I saw a couple having a lovely close time.
A big lump came into my throat, tears came into my eyes and soon ran down my cheeks and within seconds I was on my top bunk. Thankful for the sounds of the enormous engine as I sobbed.
Tears are a safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is put on it.
Dale E Turner (Actor)
Tears are a reminder that we are more than the moment.
Douglas C Myers ( Alaskan author)
Thank you for reading this post. I hope it makes you smile or you may remember a similar time.
Sandy 😊
Wonderful reading your posts about the train travels as I can relate, and I also went on a train trip to a youth camp where I met someone who’s company I enjoyed… But it was fleeting and not meant to last. I like your quotes about tears. Have a lovely weekend. 🙋♀️🌿🌹
Ah thank you ! Lovely to know you share a similar experience. Enjoy your weekend too!🤗
Another trip to the past! Wow, it feels like yesterday. We were there a few years ago. It’s still a magical place. I also remember Michael. The ‘other girl’ died suddenly a few years ago. I’m still in contact with her daughter. You did infinitely better that that bloke😁🥰.
Wow is that so?! Did he marry her? So interesting. When you move to another content it is like living between two worlds. You have no deep roots in the new and no strong new branches in the old. Love you sister!!!
No he didn’t. She was a facebook friend of mine until she died. I don’t know what happened to him.
Love you too my sister. A privilege to have shared my start in life with you. 🥰
What a lovely bittersweet memories of a simple moment in time. Thank you for sharing and transporting us to this marvelous journey. 🙏🙏👍👍❤❤
Yes, looking back after so much has happened it is bitter sweet. He became a policeman and I was living here already when Mum said he was on the front page of the newspaper. I can’t remember much except that he was involved in a police chase. Why , I don’t know. He survived.
It seems that there is always so many unknowns in each of our lives. It’s very difficult to know what happened to all the people we have crossed paths with since childhood till adulthood. We can only hope for the best and send blessing along with peace and happiness for everyone. 🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️
Absolutely! Especially if we leave our home country and make home elsewhere . Then I agree we can only do as you say. Blessings and prayers dear Kelly.
Ah, the joys of us young at heart and smitten, and the tears we endured. I was told it made us stronger. Maybe so! 🙂
Wiser too, maybe. Once bitten twice shy. 😊
👍 😁 😊
A great post without any doubt.