convenience

I am reminded - not unexpectedly - by being here of how convenient life is at home.  Interactions take place in my first language.  In my apartment in Philadelphia, I have water that is always running (well, almost always - when they're not fixing the pipes) and electricity that has yet to go out, requiring a generator (except for that one time when I think we blew a fuse or something).  I have internet access that usually works and takes place in my very own living room.  My computer turns on without problems or requirement of a converter.  I eat in my own apartment meals cooked on my own stove and served at the time I feel like eating.  I know where the grocery store is.  I do not have to wait in line for a cup of coffee in the morning.  I do not have to wait for the bus that comes at hourly or more intervals in order to get home from work.  I can get new books to read at the library.  I do not put on mosquito repellent morning and evening.  I can call my family or friends immediately on the cell phone.

These are small things, but they do add up to small stresses throughout the day.  It is an expected part of being in a new country and culture.  It reminds me not to take for granted when things happen as expected (the bus comes, and on time) here or at home.  It reminds me not to be spoiled by expecting things (particular events, my plans, etc.) to happen when and how I would prefer.  Things are actually outside of my control - many things, and not just the ones I have noticed.  It reminds me to be grateful for the One who holds all things together, sustaining Creation and our bodies, causing the sun to rise and the stars to come out, protecting and upholding us whether we recognize his hand or not.