It's month 6 on the race and currently I am in Tanzania, Africa. I like Africa and I am excited about the fact that I will be traveling to two other countries in this wonderful continent. I just wanted to blog about a little someone who has stolen my heart so far while in Tanzania.
It all started on our first woman's bible study when my eyes fell on her. She was lying in the arms of my team mate sitting beside me and I couldn't stop from wanting to pull her away from her. I was successful and once her eyes met mine, she smiled. My heart began to flutter and I smiled back then her mother told me her name…Grace. I knew something was special about this beautiful little girl named Grace. She was filled with joy, and every time I held her I begin to be filled with that same joy that is inside of her.
Then the story about how she was named was told to me. A past world race team had a girl who heard from God that she was going to name a baby in Africa Grace and in Tanzania this little girl just happened to be born in that exact month…..therefore she received the name Grace. This might not seem like a big deal, but I think it is. God has His hands on Grace and He has since before she was born. I see and feel His love pouring out of her every single time I hold her. I get to see her twice a week during bible studies and each time I get to hold her and see her giggle and smile and it warms my heart.
I'm addicted to the love that comes out of little Grace, because it is the Father's love. I seem to never be satisfied on this race, never satisfied with holding Grace as much as I do….I want more. I always want more, more of God and his love. I want more of Grace and her joy. I just want more and more of Jesus Christ and I am blessed to be here in this moment experiencing Jesus in even the small things like little Grace.
