It is fairly early in the morning and it has been a restless night. I don't know whether it is the malaria medication or just the fact of my mind filled with all these thoughts and emotions but I am having crazy dreams. They are the kind of dreams that wake you up at night and you don't want to go back to sleep. It is so wierd. I spent a lot of time journaling last night. It was good to get some thoughts on paper. This country is incredible but what is the most amazing is how people have been able to get up and move on. The more I listen to the families here, the more my heart breaks for what they have experienced. It was a huge contrast to begin the trip in Amsterdam visiting the Anne Frank house and now here in Rwanda hearing the stories of terror that people went through. This biggest question that plagues me is what was God thinking during those times? Was he angered at the killers? Was he crying for those that were getting killed? I believe that God, like any father, would be feeling extreme saddness for his children but what did he think about the others?
I read a great book before I came called "Left to Tell." There were parts where I found myself doubting that things like that could really happen to people. What I am finding from story after story is that the story speaks truth. A truth I imagine is important to know but sickening to grasp.
I hope you enjoyed your fourth of July! Please remember the amazing blessing of freedom that we have. Please remember how blessed we are to live where we live and let us never forget our neighbors and brothers and sisters that are living in these conditions. Let me never stop finding ways to serve them...
Some people asked, why Rwanda and not helping the hurricane victims. I believe that my neighbors and brothers and sisters are not defined by country borders. I beleive that serving my brothers and sisters in east Aurora is the same as serving my brothers and sisters in Africa. There is no difference... both are just as important.
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