As a child, I grew up with a curiosity of Christ, but never fully understood Him. I knew He had died on a cross, but never understood that it was to forgive me of my sins. When I was twelve, my parents divorced and my mother and I moved to the city. For a full year, my mom would continue to tell me this verse from Romans 8:28:
"And we know, that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him. Who are called according to His purpose..."
It helped me to understand that even though the divorce was a hard thing to go through, good would come of it because God had a purpose for it.
Looking back on the situation now, it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. If not for it, I wouldn't have gone to a wonderful church where I met some amazing people that shared the love of Christ with me. If not for it, I wouldn't have come to know Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. If not for it, I wouldn't be here today on my fourth mission trip sharing the love of Jesus Christ with you as I experienced four years ago.
Wow... Now if only tomorrow it will come out like that.
This morning was wonderful. We went to the orphanage and it surprised me. There are two chicken coops and they're HUGE!
We toured the buildings that are currently roofless.
Around 3PM everyond from Crossbridge minus 4 or 5 people and plus Courtney and Houston changed into our Sunday clothes and went to the Saleka Boarding School for Girls that was down the road from the orphanage. Btw, the town/village is Kitengela. I'm pretty sure that's how it's spelled. They sang to us when we got there and I notived a girl right away that was wearing a head-dress. She wasn't really singing, more of a mumble. We did an ice-breaker where we went and found three people we've never met and said "I love you in Christ name" or something of the sort and I said it to her.
After we sang and did our skits there was a time for fellowship. I immediatly went to her and the girl next to her. It was awkwar at moments but all in all it was pretty good. Her name was Warda and her friend was Agnes. Agnes was very shy and barely spoke. Warda is from Tanzania and plans on returning when done with school. I assume she was Muslim because of the head-dress. She had a mole in the center of her forehead, usually where the mark that indian women have is. She was around my height.
I told her of how I felt God was calling me to Latin America and how I knew Spanish. She asked me a lot about Spanish. She started teaching me some words in Swahili. My middle name is Foraha. It took me forever to say it correct. When leaving they walked us to the bus and we hugged and said "goodbye".
I hope tomorrow will have a lasting effect, as did today.
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