Sunday 26 Feb Day 17
Sunday dawned upon this sleepy family. We decide to attend the church with which Living Hope is associated. It was with great joy that we once again heard it being preached that we are here as the body to serve and to rub shoulders with others. He kept asking – what is your story? Can you tell your story? He spoke about binding up the broken and setting captives free, the same words spoken again and again to us. It was profound hearing exactly what God has said to us as a family over the past months.
After church we spent a lovely afternoon catching up with another beautiful family who have loved us so much over the years. When I first started homeschooling Kadin was probably about 18 months old. Her daughters were 12 years old and up. Yet she would let me come into their home – whenever I rocked up on the door step – and just let me be there.
We sat colouring in or playing with the chickens while she homeschooled her girls. So much was woven into the fiber of my being mom and raising my children to love and serve God in those simple hours of just watching them raise their children and being a part of their everyday life. As we still have no place to stay on Monday she gave me the number of a friend who she thinks may know someone who is away, we also left our names at the church in the morning. All we can do in this regard is trust God. Our dear friends did however invite us to camp in their garden if need be. I know that this is not the answer but just knowing there is somewhere to be brings some comfort to us in this time of absolute unknown….
We then spent a beautiful evening with my cousin on the beach watching an eclipse and the sunset. I don’t think my children have played on the beach till 8pm before! Winding our way home over the mountains I was asked to read our school story book to them as they dozed in the car. My mind is feeling so mixed up here. As we used to live here 10 years ago and now we here for a while but we are not on holiday and we technically have no home in KZN… it’s a very surreal feeling knowing the only place that you truly belong and can call home is heaven.
Saturday 18 Feb – Monday 20 Feb
Heading off from this quaint little town we wove our way along the Western Cape coast line to meet up with an old friend and his family. It’s amazing how a decade can pass and sweet friendships simply reunite and pick up again. Matt didn’t think we’d all fit into his house so he arranged for us to stay at a friend of his holiday house. Oh my what a treat this turned out to be. We have found ourselves on the bank of an estuary with a jetty, fishing, crabs, prawns, sea slugs and a myriad of birds 3 steps off our veranda. Not only this, the family staying on the property – not well off by any means – have taken us in ensuring our every need is met! They have fed us cake and vet koek and honey, they have seen the gas for the stove is full, they have done our washing and taught the children all about the tides and the myriad of creatures they have discovered.
A true homeschool moment – Mom, we playing Bartholomew Dias! We collecting shells for the guinea women!
The jetty from our veranda
Doing some nature study on tides
Identifying this slippery sea slug Kadin found in the estuary.
At the close of today I quickly popped out the house to get some things from the trailer and a man popped his head over the wall and introduced himself to me by saying he’d been watching our children all day – his veranda also leads onto the estuary so they had been playing in front of his yard a fair amount- and he wanted to check if we did in fact have six children. He then continued to comment on how amazed he was at how they all looked after each other and helped each other. As we chatted further it turned out that they were wanting to find out about home schooling and Matt had told them we were coming so they had been waiting for us to arrive to talk about it. So there it was our story – our song! Weaving briefly into another’s life before each one going off on their own melody again. Yet for one short refrain we get to sing a stanza with a predestined appointment. What a mighty God we serve!
We were also able to spend sometime frolicking in the natural rock pools. What a delight to this mommy’s ears to hear my little people exclaim with glee at all they have found and discovered and then linking it back to stories we had read about tidal pools and their creatures last year!
Thursday 16 Feb – Friday 17 Feb
On the morning we re-sorted the trailer and packed up our tent to set off to explore the Cango caves before heading towards Klein Brak Rivier / Mossel bay. This was a fascinating drive as we had read a story in our homeschooling books about a tittle Khoi boy who had lived on the one side of the Outeniqua Mountains and it was too damp and how another tribe had lived on the dry side of the mountain. Well as we drove through the Outeniqua mountains we headed up past green shrubbery shrouded in thick mist and damp and as we rounded the corner to the other side of the mountain we drove out into beautiful sunshine beating down on a dry arid terrain. As we looked back we were struck by the beauty of a thick misty cloud dripping over the top of the mountain and dissipating into nothing as it flowed over onto the other side! Nothing like “school’ coming so vividly alive! As we piled out of the car into the hot small Karoo sun Kadin whipped his violin out of the heated car. He then remembered someone saying he should ask if he could play his violin in the Cango Caves. So he did just that! He asked and they were so thrilled to have him play – as it used to be used for orchestral concerts until people began to vandalize it – so what an experience for him and us all to have him able to play in front of a group of tourists deep in the belly of the earth – Beautifully Surreal is the only word one could use to describe that Mommy moment. Once we had thoroughly explored the caves and all there was to discover here we journeyed back down the mountain on towards Little Brak River. A tiny town next to Mossel bay. We were so blessed to have friends pay for us to spend two nights in this lovely little holiday house that was one road away from the beach! The first thing that struck us here was the lack of burglar bars. As we asked the neighbour if we could push our trailer into the back garden she just laughed and told us that we could just leave it right out on the street, next to their unlocked car! What?! Were we still in South Africa? Coming from Hilton where five armed robberies in a night was not an unusual occurrence this just boggled my mind. I must say I was a bit weary sleeping in this unfenced, un-burglar barred, un-beamed house. But as they children ran up and down the streets and buck poked their heads out of the bush to nibble on the lawns I began to relax.
A lovely next day was spent at the Mossel Bay Dias Complex Museum exploring many aspects of South African history. Piecing together bit by bit the story of our beautiful land. It was quite amazing reading the stories of the people who had walked these places 500 years ago and the next morning be walking in the same spots. This all seems so momentous and larger than life, yet each of these people was just a man living out the calling and days allotted to them by God. From Bartholomew Dias to the slaves that were traded to the Guinea Women who were randomly put down on the African coast to search for Prester John to the Ship’s cook, to the Native African killed by Dias and to the King of Portugal, they were all just living their Story, their song….. each of their lives touching on one other at some point creating a bigger Story and Song of our land. No matter how insignificant or small we may seem we are all part of a larger story – one that will sing to the glory or God – or not….
Posting letters under the 500 year old post box tree
It’s our prayer that on this trip and into our future our lives will constantly bump into those around us and that it will daily tell a story and sing a song of devotion and worship to our King.