Day 120
My professor from India was talking about his country and the people who go selling vegetables door-to-door (this anecdote was shared during our class on neuromuscular disorders – go figure). It reminded me of our vegetable ladies back home. They are some of the hardest-working people you’ll ever come across, making their living by carrying massive bags of potatoes and spinach and bananas and mangoes up and down the hills around our town for hours every Tuesday and Saturday. I haven’t thought about these ladies for a long time. Funny how a single mention of something can bring back such a flood of memories, especially of one veggie lady – Cucu (pronounced “show-show”; it means “grandma” in Kikuyu) – the wizened tiny feisty woman who carried what seemed to be the biggest sack of produce. Mom could never turn her down – even if she’d already gotten everything on her list, she would buy some bananas or a head of lettuce – something. I think about Cucu and I can’t help but smile.
So thanks, Dr. Bhatnagar, for bringing up this happy memory in the midst of power point slides on ALS and myasthenia gravis.
Onward.
I had a prayer answered today.
The answer to my request was “no”.
Am I OK with that? Yes, I am. I asked specifically, God answered specifically. Since “no good thing will he withhold from those who walk uprightly”(Psalm 84:11 NAS), I can trust that what I requested was not a good thing for me at this time.
“For I know whate’er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well.”
Made for Eternity 
Look forward to hearing from you.
Also an MK.