I met an angel.
His name was John.
To set the scene for you, my teammate madison and I had taken our two world race exposure girls into Kigali, Rwanda for the day.
I had spent most of the afternoon in a coffee shop using the wifi talking to my family on the phone. I had just finished a conversation with my daddy about how odd it seems to me that everyone says to be safe, and how so many people think the rest of the world is so dangerous outside of America. I was explaining to him how after 7 months on the world race and the experience of 8 different nations (hey, singapore for my 31 hour trip has to count for something). I have many times felt safer around the world then at home. We discussed this for a while and how it just seems to be different, of course there are things to be concerned about, but oddly enough, overall I have felt very safe. I mean after all, I haven't even had to use my knife given to me (thank you Zach Cox), well at least not for safety.
We stayed in Kigali later then we probably should of. It as a whole is known for not being the safest city, especially not after dark. The four of us girls were walking in the dark, through this city, trying to find where we needed to be to catch our bus. Madison and I at one point asked our world race exposure girls to put their back packs on the front of them as we walked through the crowds of people, trying to take precautions towards preventing what could happen. I would occasionally ask people where the bus to ramera was at, and would be pointed further down the dark road crowded with thousands of people.
As we walked through the city, I began to pray silently in my head; Jesus I need your discernment right now, please protect us, please keep us safe.
Out of no where, a young man (mid 20's maybe) walked up and said, "are you going to Ramera?"
I responded, "Yes! Yes, we are!" (Quite puzzled at why he would ask me this)
He began walking beside me, and immediately I felt it, this peace that I cant explain come over me. The craziness of the city and night traffic was still there, the mobs of people were still pushing in from every side, and
we still were standing out as the white foreigners, but I felt at peace.
As I walked with him, the other three following right behind, we made small talk about what I was doing in Rwanda. How I am really staying in the small village
of Kabuga, and I am a missionary from the United States. He proceeded to tell me that he was a Christian.
He walked us all the way to the correct bus stop, made sure that we were taken care of and then as swiftly as he arrived, he disappeared.
Today I was reminded of the words written in Psalm 121:7-8 which states that, " The Lord will keep you from all harm – he will watch over your life; The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. "
I do believe and trust this verse more then ever before in my life. I believe that The Lord has kept me from all harm, that he is watching over my life. That he watches over my coming and going, in the past, the present and in the future.
So if I believe this and trust this, I have no need to worry. For He is the only one that can do these things anyways.
