The service was good like always.
Worship and a great sermon.
This was the last time I would see these people at church since my parents were coming and I would be leaving for ministry with them.
I, along with Laura and Jess, was called up on to the stage to say goodbye. I didn’t know what to say. But this was the first time I wasn’t nervous because I didn’t know what to say (growing point). I was handed the microphone and I started talking. I don’t remember what I had said but God spoke to them through me.
After church, I stayed to wait for Jess to finish her interviews. I found myself surrounded by many girls. I had a minor freak out because I handle boys better. But they got me doing songs and games. We laughed as I miss pronounced Swahili words. They tried their best to teach me a Swahili song by writing it out with English pronunciation. They were playing with my hair.
Braiding. Unbraiding. Putting it up every which way.
Sadly, after two hours of fun, I had to leave. As I said goodbye and gave hugs, one of the girls asked “will I see you next week?” As I said “no” she looked down with sad eyes. I gave her one last big hug and got into the car.
