Cinnamon sugar on toast that reminds me of going to my grandmas growing up, walking on something other than dirt or cement for the first time in a long time such as carpet, befriending a man in the grocery store who offered to drive us 15km home from the store free of charge(I know that sounds so foolish but we could sense his sincerity!), learning to speak Chichewa, swinging fire on a braii, seeing enemies turn into friends(proverbs 16:7), experiencing a monkey wedding, which is when it rains while the sun shines, waiting under an African tree for a pick up truck to go into town with our Malawian friend Musa, noticing the lame girl who couldn’t speak or walk but managed to reach out and touch Shara’s pants, asking questions when talking to someone and just getting “okay” as a response because of the language barrier but still being able to laugh together, walking a few kilometers down the road with our breaking packs and someone comes out to offer help after we were just harassed to pay for an overpriced bicycle taxi, waking up at 4:00 am to leave for another city with only three hours of sleep, hanging out with a business man on the beach, named Ali, who moved here from Pakistan after his father had passed from a heart attack, looking out at the water in the night and seeing a beautiful city of fishermen with lanterns on their canoes, having struggles, wrestling matches with God, and many trials and still being able to find joy in the Lord through it all.
Yes, it really is the little things that we will one day look back and realize that they were in fact, very big things.
