So what do you think of when you think of Africa?
For the longest time when I thought of Africa I was filled with pain.
The type of pain that you push away and try to ignore. Yet if there is one thing I’ve learned on the race, is that God has away of bring that pain to the forefront of your mind. At first I wasn’t too thrilled about that. My father being oh so good know just what I needed. I think often times when I think about my experiences in Africa it almost doesn’t feel real, how can I explain too people that though time can heal the pain the memories don’t always go away. That day getting on the plane too Ethiopia I felt almost numb. I kept replaying some of my memories of Liberia, to the point where I couldn’t same to relax, in my mind when I saw Africa I saw civil war, guns and killing and a childhood lost and things out of my control. When the plane landed in Ethiopia I experience something else Joy, the kinda of joy that seeped into areas of my heart that I had closed off. Remember how I said that God can bring pain to the surface of your mind, well He did me one better,.That month we got to stay in a orphanage I got to see how even the fatherless he loves and sees and takes care of. Reminding me over and over again that though the memories are painful, he will never bring me through that much pain without reason and the reason doesn’t always have to make sense. So now when I see Africa I see more then my memories. I see people who have so little in the eyes of the world but int the things that matter they have so much. The love that they pour into, strangers that the make into family, the love and joy of the father that shows so purely on their faces is worth more then the riches of the world.
Thank you for reading
Please be praying for fully funding
and for a place to live when I go home and job
Much love from Rwanda
