This week the weather finally turned sunny, which is the way Africa is supposed to be, right? It’s done wonders for my attitude not to be hunched over a hot water bottle in what feels like a cave.
Along with praising God for the grace of sunshine, I had to sing a chorus of John Denver’s Sunshine on My Shoulders. I know it’s corny, but the sad part is that I didn’t have to stop with the chorus, the words just came to me and I could keep singing. (I think it was my favorite song when I was 12.)
What can I say, “sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy…”