Homeward Bound

As I reflected on my trip during the long journey home, I knew there would be one memory that would be on my heart more than any other. I loved meeting my sponsored kids, working with the teachers, and seeing the hope and compassion of the Rwandan people, but it was the street kids in Kigali who broke my heart. They have been with me since I first met them and I know they will continue to be on heart and in my prayers as I return home.

These children wanted so desperately to be hugged, loved, and to just feel human touch. They were wearing tattered clothes and shoes and covered in dirt, but all of that faded away as they smiled and melted into a hug. It was so clear to see that they were just kids and so loved by God. I could see their love of God in their worship, hear it in their laughter, and feel it as they clung to my hands or put my arm around them while sitting on the ground.

I know I won't forget them, my heart won't let me. I am so thankful that Africa New Life will continue to love on them and show them how special they are in God's eyes. I pray that someday I will be back to sit in the dirt with them piled all around me, just sharing the love of God. Even more than that, I hope that they find their way off of the streets and are able to make a life for themselves and get the education they deserve.

Now that I am home, I am excited to see how God will use all that I have learned to bring me closer to the woman he has called me to be. My time in Rwanda is over for now, but the adventure is just beginning.