A good massage

A good Massage
Was not what I expected when I headed off to the new farmers market in Fish Hoek where I live. I have recently returned to Cape Town after Christmas and Inauguration in Virginia. It was, as usual, a wonderful time with my family and friends. I mourned the loss of a neighbor and friend who supported me in the work here. As I had done before, I joined the crowds in the bone chilling cold to welcome in the new President. As soon as I got back to the Cape, I began a week of journalism teaching at the Youth With a Mission base in nearby Muizenberg. So yes, I was ready to sleep in on Saturday morning when I heard my cell phone. It was Mary from church. "Come and have breakfast at the new market," she said. Off I went to the food market, part of the upgrading of this small seaside village. As soon as I entered saw, not Mary but (l)Victoria and (r) Primrose. Both were 2008 sewing class graduates but they were also on to a new venture to help grow their limited incomes. So , did I want an African massage? Of course, I said yes. So after a spicy breakfast at Mary, I had my fifteen minutes massage. I then bought salmon cakes from Patricia and vinegar from another young man. On the way there I met another young African who needed my help and another who wanted to know about computer classes. With my purse much lighter I headed home and thanked God for all of the people whose lives I have touched and whose touch mine. Relaxed after the neck therapy, I was all the more grateful to be here. You see, it is sometimes hard to leave home and fly back to Cape Town, even though I know this is absolutely where I should be.In my honesty before God, I am comforted in His will and by all of these special people.