Village life is best.
There is something that comes alive in my spirit when I end a day with dirty feet from long walks, and days spent on rich, red dirt soil.
I love everything about it. I love the hearts that fill this place with joy, strength, a genuine appreciation of life, all on fire for You, Lord. Being out here in the village, walking down that perfect road that opens up to miles of wide open spaces where I can enjoy Your creativity in the ways you paint the horizon, makes my heart sing.
I feel Gods presence most in the openness of His creation. It is so much easier to hear You in the simplicity and quietness, rather than the clutter and noise of the world. I see God's light and joy radiate from the children that are always by my side. As i write this and dream of my time there my heart hurts, and beats a little faster, for all the best reasons. Those children, their sweet smiles, little hands, precious dirty feet, sweaty bodies, and perfectly tangled hair… I could have stayed there forever.
It's those sweet tiny fingers that magically find their way woven into mine as I walk down the road, the little naked bare cheeks that roam the village every direction you turn. The children's laughter that becomes soothing background noise, like a heavenly chorus; a song that summons armies in Your kingdom to chase away the darkness. Everything about my time there challenged my heart, opened my eyes, and has given me new dreams to dream with God. Dreams that I am beyond excited about, I know there is a reason my heart races every time I think about those kids, see one of those smiles, or close my eyes as a picture ending my day walking towards the sunset on my favorite red dirt road….
Thankful for every single moment,
Erica
