I love listening here. I love the stillness of this place. Every night I sit out on the porch, a new book clenched to my chest & the sun goes down in such a perfect circular formation.
I just sit and listen. Listen to the birds, to the kids playing soccer, to the horses running through the fields.
The wind blows gently & brings cool summer air to a hot dry sun.
I hear my teammates laughing hysterically inside as they play cards & tell stories over full plates of food. I hear new recipes being shared and pots being passed around in the kitchen.
Prayer is constant & His word is spoken aloud.
I listen to the women speak their native language over small cups of coffee as they find a break in their day.
The birds are chirping and the chickens run around in their coop.
There is always strumming guitars and worship music playing somewhere in the background, making for a sweet melody to remind me of who created it all.
But music doesn’t have to remind me. The sounds of the world are enough evidence. I hear God in all of it.
I hear his spirit in the kids and their joy. I hear himin the smallest of creation, of the animals that play in the land. I hear Him in the words of my Bible. But I hear him most in the whisper of the wind, speaking to me of His love and all of this was created just for us.
The beauty of this place is unreal. So sweet and simple. Farmlands in Ethiopia, the place that brings my heart back home. This place speaks so deeply into my soul. God is so present.
