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//an aroma of comfort//


It’s chillier now that we’ve finally transitioned into these rainy season days. Early morning solitude only lasts a moment before little feet are heard scampering down the dark hallway. Living off grid, the solar power lingers in waiting for the sunshine to transition it from red to green.


My “fall” is infused with the hot African sunshine, flowers in full blooms and green grass growing vibrant in the daily downpours. My recently changed letter board on our cluttered entryway table reads, “Give me that African breeze and pumpkin spice please”. 


There are three colorful kitenge pumpkins that line the handmade stairs with a burlap banner reading “give thanks”. A small stash of Starbucks Pumpkin Spiced instant lattes are saved somewhere in an upstairs bin for precisely this moment. 


After seven years on the field, I still dig around in a bin under my bed for my handful of fall scented candles - apple cinnamon and autumn spiced pumpkin, a parting gift from a dear friend who left Uganda. These fragrant joys have been savored and conserved over the last few years and still bring an aroma of comfort whenever they are lit.


Despite not actually having fall on this equator lived life in Northern Uganda, this has become my yearly intermingling of remembrance of cozier times when the other side of the world moves into full blown pumpkin spice season mode. 


So, here in the late night quiet of a still house with my spiced mango tea steeping - I praise the One who brings comfort to my sometimes homesick heart and who is always very, very good.

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