Hi, I’m still alive I promise.
I have really been struggling lately to write a blog, there’s millions of things I’ve been doing, places I’ve been, people I have gotten to meet. But nothing has stood out to me. It’s so hard experiences all these things and trying to narrow down all my thoughts into a blog. But since I’ve last written, I have traveled to Nicaragua. Helped build a Christian Bilingual school in a small mountain village that will be able to school up to 500 kids, I have visited some pretty beaches, did some surfing, made the long and tiresome journey to the continent of Africa, explored Rwanda, went on a safari, swam in a lake, taught english and so much more.
A few weeks ago a few of my teammates, Lizzie, and Zac, went out to go get some cookies at a corner store with me. Walking out of our gate we just hear a guy yelling, “ZAC ZAC ZAC!” Lizzie and I look around super confused, like who is this man? But turns out Zac has talked to him once in the street before no big deal but this guy, Moses sure did remember Zac (but honestly who doesn’t remember Zac with his extremely goofy personality), Moses babbles on for a few minutes very evident that he is on some sort of drugs, and he proceeds to ask us if we would like to go to his friends house with him. Zac yells YES and we go.
We end up at this Lady named Grace’s house. Grace, is a 28 year old artist who lost all her family in the genocide, got into a bad motorcycle accident a few years ago, and lives off of selling her artwork. She has such a powerful testimony, a great heart and an outstanding faith. We spend a few hours with her that night, and start to build a friendship.
So fast forward a few weeks- Lizzie and I decide to go visit Grace again. We anticipate just a hour or so to talk, and get to know her more but no no no. She talks about eating together and taking naps and watching movies… From this we got the opportunity help her cook lunch and paint nails, listen to Christmas music, and just love on her; as she spends the majority of her time alone in her house since she can’t do much walking since the accident, she loved our company. It was such a cool day, with a cool lady. I hope to spend many more days with Grace like this day. It’s just crazy how sketchy events like following a random man to a random house in Africa can lead to such great friendships.
As we are in the Holiday season still, it’s such an amazing opportunity to spend here in Rwanda, but also extremely hard on my team and I as we are not with the comforts of our homes. Continuous prayers and support are always much appreciated, and we head to Nepal in the beginning of January!!
P.S.
I was just given my Rwandan name, which is Mahoro. It means Peace.
