Gäwa is a special place. We are so privileged to be here and pray that we remain always grateful, always aware of how God is working things out for good, for His glory.
I told Cameron once that I wish for us to never get used to each other. By that I meant that I hope we would never be dismissive of each other, that we’d continue to value who we are, what we have to say and the growth we can both look forward to. I didn’t want the trap of taking things for granted. I hoped for constant joy at the privilege of being together and being there for each other. My hope was for us to never get tired of listening to each other’s stories… of struggles, wars within and out, of celebrations and the myriad things we can laugh out loud about. As I look across Cameron now, he’s cleaning up and taking the rubbish out with headphones in his ears, I smile. This is the man I get to share life with. I am blessed.
My hope for our life in Gäwa is similar. We are now on our fifth month of being here and loving it whilst challenges are palpable and real. I pray that we don’t get used to it even as we feel at home already. If we keep our perspectives right and always look to our Lord who brought us here, I reckon we will find endless stories and moments to fill our hearts. My hope is that the genuine joy we feel every time we sit to chat with our Yolngu brothers and sisters will not fade. We hope that we pick up more of their language and one day, be better able to converse with them, maybe even fluently in their tongue. I pray that we don’t take things for granted: the shared laughter as my Ngama (mother) kicks a footy barefoot only to squeal and wonder how the kids do it, the silence before wise words from our Elder, my waku (son) and the joyful sound of students calling out our names. As we look around at the people we’ve grown to love, I can say with a full heart: this is our family we get to share life with. We are blessed.