Glory in Buhongwa

She is the Glory of the Lord in Buhongwa, Tanzania.

 

 

When I first saw her I saw the cute way she walked and the
way she shied away from us. Her cute little red dress fit perfectly. She didn’t
have hair like normal girls did but the usual African shaved head.

 

Her father was the pastor that we were working with for that
month. I didn’t know her name at first but when I heard it I knew. After saying
something in Swahili (that I didn’t understand) he said her name was Glory.

 

Right then I knew it. Her name described what she
represented.

Everything about her displayed the Glory of the Lord.

 

After sharing the gospel with some of the local villagers we
decided to head back home. When we were walking I kept hearing Glory laugh. I
would turn around and she would stare at me with her shy eyes. Her mother
nonchalantly states, “She is happy”. All the while I knew it was the joy of the
Lord.

 

Like all the other children, I chased after her with my hand
out to tickle her. She let out a sweet giggle. I would walk a few steps and do
the process over again. Every time she would let out the cutest giggle that
melted my heart. I finally decided to tickle her while I picked her up in the
air. I was filled with so much. The rare smile of pure joy spread across my
face.

 

Those three days that I worked with her family. I fell in
love with Glory.

And it wasn’t because she was just some cute little girl.