When we heard that we were spending month two in Victoria Falls, we were over the moon. I mean who wouldn’t be? We were in walking distance to one of the natural wonders of the world. We could picture the roaring rapids, luscious trees, a cool breeze, and a quaint little town where everything is within walking distance. To top it off we were partnered with an awesome ministry that involved the youth, teaching, and soccer. What could possibly go wrong?
Accompanied by our blessing of a host, James, we found ourselves tightly squeezed in a three seat row with a chicken riding behind us. The lack of AC in the African heat and ear bursting music playing on repeat was a struggle for what we thought was a five-hour journey. Those five hours quickly turned to seven, but our hearts did not falter as we stared out the window waiting for a green paradise to sprout among the dryness.
So we waited and waited and waited… slowly reality started to kick in… maybe Vic Falls isn’t what we expected. If I am honest, reality hit us like a ton of bricks.
We quickly found ourselves dropped in complete discomfort. A discomfort that involved walking six to eight miles a day in 100 degree weather through inches of sand because nothing was actually within walking distance. As if that wasn’t enough we walked while avoiding colonies of wild baboons. We taught youth groups that went up to 120 students, which was followed by playing soccer for a couple hours (a sport I am absolutely terrible at). Eventually we would walk home in hopes that the electricity and water were back on, which was not always the case. Did I mention the malaria and giant spiders? Regardless of the inconsistency in our day one thing was for sure, we were bound to sweat in our sleep.
As I reflect on the last month I can’t help but become overwhelmed. Our month was filled with challenges that would make anyone want to book a flight straight back to America, but the truth is that I fell completely in love with Zimbabwe. The miles, dehydration, and sweat were worth it every time we stood in those classrooms. My heart melted for the youth and their craziness, which is something I never thought I would say. My heart became ignited with every conversation, laugh, and rowdiness that came with their spirits. I remember “Las Senoritas” who greeted me with a warm welcome every Tuesday. Tinashi who walked the long way home just to meet Hannah and I at the soccer field for a bible study. Our soccer boys who still passed the ball to me even though they knew I would quickly lose it. It is so obvious that they are the future of the world, but they are more than that. They are the future of the church. They just need someone to guide them, pour into them, uplift them, but more importantly to listen.
My month in Zimbabwe was filled with so many faces and moments that are forever engraved in my heart. I am beyond thankful for my time in Victoria Falls, and I can’t thank God enough for meeting my shattered expectations with so much more than what I could have asked for.
All I have to say is… Vic Falls Baybeeey!!!
