I have most of what I need but I am missing one thing. One small thing that I would almost trade everything else for: a hard frame baby backpack. I had a blue kelty backpack for all the others. It fit me exactly, me with my long legs and short waist. But after our 4th child we were finished with babies, so I gave it to the Salvation Army.
Now, in the summer, I needed it most of all. I carry the baby while I’m cooking, cleaning, carrying laundry. And more, I needed it for hiking. At Harvester Island, we have two hiking trails. They’re short, but they’re an essential part of my sanity, living on a rainy roadless island where I am entirely immobile, where there is nowhere else to go. But now, with two new little ones, I don’t have a backpack. They cost too much to buy new. I’ve been stopping at the Salvation Army in Kodiak every week, checking, hoping, but now it’s too late. We’re flying out in 2 days.
The prospect of a summer on the island without cooking or hiking with my kids tightens my chest. And I am so harried with preparations I do not pray about this, unless tiny little wishmaking thoughts count. I don’t want to treat God like a vending machine Santa Claus, who exists to fill my every whim. And I know terrible things are happening in the world. How can this matter to anyone but me?