I didn't mean to drop off the map and not post about our last day in the community, but as I typed the other night, I kept falling asleep... I was SO tired!
We worked so hard that last day... We put shoes on SO many feet! What a blessing!! Every one of them had a hot meal and we worshiped!! It was an amazing day...
But my experience this time was profound... I need time to process it... I'll keep writing about it... I still want to post photos... But it may take me a few days. A part of me wants to run from my experience...
What do you do with the reality of 600+ children in a small rural area who are hungry and thirsty? What do I do with the fact that no matter how many gardens we plant with them, they don't have water to make them grow in a drought?
Where in my heart and mind do I reconcile that some children walked 15+ miles for a pair of shoes? Some of them on a road that is surrounded by sugar cane on either side... Criminals will hide there and I can't even imagine the horrors they inflict... Pastor just said they do evil things... I would imagine that's an understatement... He smiled when I said I just wished the black mambas would get the bad guys!
But seriously, what do I do with the reality of that? Would you walk 15+ miles, and risk your life, for a pair of shoes and a hot meal? What do I do with that kind of desperation?
We are home... but a piece of my heart is still in Swaziland... So if home is where the heart is, I guess I'm just home, kind of...
Final weekly blog – A farewell, not goodbye.
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On June 1st 2011, I wrote this in my first blog journaling our move to
Africa: *“Once we move to Africa, 365 short days from today, we hope you
will con...
3 years ago
1 comment:
Swaziland does make a mess of the heart----how does one explain, it can never be made known to another. It is only known by being there, seeing, hearing, feeling, touching, and loving. Yep, a part of the heart does get buried there in their soil and in their arms as they hug you right to your heart. Kahlil Gibran said, "There is a going in my staying, and a staying in my going". I do understand that.
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