Rwanda, Africa.
It’s our fifth month of ministry. It feels so great to step into a new culture, new region. Our squad had spent four months in Southeast Asia. I still have to post updates and pictures of Malaysia and Thailand. It’s coming soon, sorry for the delay.
It’s been over a week upon arriving and it’s still hard for me to wrap my mind around it. I’m in Rwanda! The Lord has brought me to a beautiful country to serve along side my brothers and sisters. Time has been going by so fast. I’ve meet so many different people and have worked in all kinds of ministries. From working in a kids home in the Philippines, to teaching English in Cambodia, to working in a homeless center and raising money in a local hospital for kids who can’t afford heart surgery in Malaysia, to sharing the love of Christ with prostitutes and bar owners in Thailand, to now…Rwanda Africa…spreading the gospel on the local radio station and preaching in a church in the slums. God is so good.
I’m overwhelmed that he has allowed me to be used this way.
Let me just say that the people + the weather + landscape= Insane beauty
Rwanda has the most beautiful weather…It’s not hotter than Africa here.
Around the afternoon eveningish the weather drops down to the mid 60’s. Who would’ve thought summer time in Africa to be so…so….ohh like this. PRAISE HIM.
This month we have been linked with a Pastor in Kigali, Rwanda named Pastor Innocent. Him and his wife, Vanessia, along with there three young boys have been such a blessing to team Segullah. They have so much joy knowing that we are here in Rwanda serving in their church.
I had the opportunity and honor to preach this Past Sunday morning on faithfulness. God’s faithfulness and our faithfulness. What I didn’t realize was that, along with preaching to the congregation of Christian fellowship, I was also preaching to myself. My struggles, my worries, in essence my hidden thoughts were screaming out, Trust God. I can leave them under the care and protection of my Lord Jesus. I can trust Him, and I’ve known this, but sometimes my actions and thoughts don’t always show him that I know He’s faithful. I don’t always show him that I know he is more than able, that I can trust my creator with the life he has created. I’m reminded that He is my dwelling place. My place of refuge. I’m under the shadow of His wings. I keep thinking I need to hold on tight, hold onto God, But he says, “No my beloved…I’m holding onto you…And guess what? I’m never letting you go.”
Walking down to the church is one of my highlights of the day. Children running up to us screaming Mazungu (White people). At first you could tell they were scared or almost unsure of the Mazungu’s, but once we welcomed them with smiles and open arms, now all they want to do is hug us, touch us, be close to us, and return the affection. Saying I love this moment, is an understatement. I can’t express the moment or feeling in this blog.
Sidenote
Theres one baby that comes to the church, we’re in the process of finding out his name, but he has a swollen torso. I don’t know what it is. At first I thought malnourishment, but it looks different than that. It looks like a tire is wrapped around his little body. Please keep this baby in your prayers.
Psalm 95:4-7
Thank you for all your prayers. God Bless
