Tea Shop Handshake

The coffee shop outside our current residence in Morocco offers a wide variety of teas, an array that seems to cater to a diverse community of internationals in the city. I wanted *Moroccan* tea, but it wasn’t on the menu.

I engaged in some conversational gymnastics with the waiter … then there it was on the table: a small silver platter and tea service with AUTHENTIC Moroccan tea. (So good!)

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S and I have been reflecting on AUTHENTICITY and SIMPLICITY during this recent of our trip. Our burglary resulted in an obvious simplifying of our material possessions. That experience in some ways has hatched pangs of homesickness, self doubt … and bigger, broader questions about our adventure.

How do we read our boys in light of our recent experiences? How do S and I read each other? Is fear, anxiety, sadness, and wondering a natural result of what happened, or a natural result from life on the road … or are these things bigger, broader?

We don’t know the answers. We’re still talking through the questions.

One question was texted to a friend recently, as part of a larger, looser conversation: Remind me why we came on this trip?

The (edited) reply was not large and loose:

You came on the this trip to give yourself wholly to your family without being divided by carpool and vestry meetings and piano and needy friends like me. You came on this trip so J could create and explore … You came on this trip so your children will know without a shadow of a doubt that the world does not begin and end in northern Virginia … You came to give them bigger hearts and a grand experience of the presence and power of God in the world. Making Himself known is HIS job, not yours. Your job is just to show up and open the door and you are doing that.

This may be the best thing you will ever do, but it won’t be that until its over.

The kids won’t remember how awful they were or how their parents took turns coming undone. They will remember the wonder of the fact that you did this and the memories will get sweeter with the telling of the stories. You did this for good reasons! You are not allowed to quit.

And right now circumstances have created an opportunity to live into the courage part of your lesson planning. … Praying for you and your men. Xoxox

That note, just a few hours old, has been wonderfully clarifying and has brought S and I real peace.

Back again in the coffee shop, Mariah Carey’s “Hero” is playing on the sound system. Yes, I could sing along … I’ve got great jazz hand choreography for this song… but it’s not exactly purely Moroccan musical fare.

Last night, I was here with two of our boys and introduced them to Moroccan tea. (One thumbs up, one thumbs down.) I explained to them how tea is such an important social transaction in this part of the world.

One boy responded: “tea is like a handshake.” Later, W said: “It’s the best tea I’ve ever had.”

Exactly.

That’s why we’re on this trip.

Ready to engage with bigger, broader. Bring on the questions.

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