One month ago today, I was on my way to the beautiful country of Rwanda.
I miss it so much.
Since returning I’ve been asked many times, “how was your trip?” “what did you learn?” “how has it changed you?” “what was the best part?”. I don’t know how to answer any of them except just to say I miss it.
I could tell a thousand stories of things we saw, history we learned, resilient people we met, worship we heard, tears we cried, meals we enjoyed, friendships we made, and yet none of it feels like enough.
Rwanda changed me, for sure, but not necessarily in the ways I would have expected. The best I can do to explain it is just to say that the world for me became smaller. I feel so deeply connected to the Rwandans we spent time with. They are moms with the same love for their children, the same dreams and desires and worries. Their tears and joys are the same as mine and it feels beautiful to hear their stories and enter into them.
A reader who commented on my twirling in Africa post said it best:
“I feel like we know these things for a reason and that God knew that when His people from here come in contact with His people from there, for a little while the heart of the kingdom beats softly in unison“.
It makes me cry every time I read that.
Oh, I just loved it. All of it. We cried so much and heard such hard stories to take in. But we also laughed harder than I’ve ever laughed before and ate amazing food and felt encouraged with stories of healing and progress and hope.
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