A Reflection of my Mission's Trip to Africa
She breathed in the cold air, bracing herself as she walked
down the terminal, about to board the plane. She felt excited and exhilarated
at the same time ready to experience a plane ride for the first time. She
shifted her bag on her shoulder, a bit shocked by the small exterior of the
plane and denied thoughts of claustrophobia that tried to plague her mind. She
could do this by God's grace...
May 5, 2015 Lome, Togo West Africa
The blistering hot air clung to her skin as she stepped off
the plane onto African soil in Lome, Togo West Africa. The glistening sunlight
shone bright. She looked around, she had finally arrived to her
destination. Her homeland, Africa. She didn't have much time to take in the
sights as she shuffled onto the bus that would carry them to their destination.
May 6, 2015 Lome, Togo West Africa
She entered the church and looked around at the exposed
wooden beams and the cement floor, staring up at the tin roof that was arched
high above. The members immediately
started placing the benches in systematic rows. She immediately spotted a dark,
chubby small baby boy with curly black hair and she pinched his cheek and held
her arms out. The little girl who was holding him handed him to her. He was so
soft. She squeezed him towards herself. A lady asked in French if she spoke
French. She said "English." And she said, "Oh English," as
she moved on.
She took a seat on a bench as a little boy of 11 came over to
sit with her and his buddy. He helped her follow the song the leader sang in
French from the darkened pulpit sliding his finger underneath each word. As the
sunlight faded leaving florescent lights flickering, the ceiling fans ushered in a breeze. The
young boy explained each part of the service, his French accent thick. He
showed her lyrics to a song that he and his friends had written. She marveled
that a boy so young had such a passion for serving the Lord and had such
spiritual insight that she longed to see in the youth in America. When the
preacher preached she sat compelled by his message although he spoke in French.
Her spirit resonated with his words as she nodded and said amen with the
congregation. As the children huddled around her, smiling up at her, the young
boy lending her his big bible, she felt like she was home.
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