It was 2005. I slowly stepped off the plane. I grabbed my bag, and looked around, unsure of where to go next. I was scared. I was alone. But I knew I had to come. I was in search of something more. I didn’t even know who I was. My heart was broken. And I was in need of Love, a Love that filled me abundantly, from GOD who covered me in such grace. And I found myself here in Zimbabwe. My heart began to mend here as I began to seek HIM fervently. I dove into GOD’s word to learn of HIM who accepts me and calls me HIS own. And I began to walk more confidently in that and that alone.
And now…
I quickly jumped off the bus. I grabbed my bag, and looked around, anxious for my return to a country that has held a special place in my heart. I was joyful. I was with my sisters. I felt GOD calling me back now to remember how far HE has brought me, and to share that, in praise to HIM, with others. In HIS Love I shared my heart as I spoke to the displaced families about my past. And we cried together and worshiped HIM together for HIS goodness. I have had some amazing moments to share, memories to remember, and stories to tell.
But here I stand on the same soil where I first was lost, and broken, but now am filled with a Love, the only Love my heart desires, HIS. And I’m surrounded by a multitude of GOD’s sons and daughters, my brothers and sisters as that Love is shared and given. Relationships have been built and established and we don’t once hesitate to make a joyful noise together for HIM.
