Simply Ask

Thursdays have become my Sabbath day. I spend Friday-Wednesday teaching, hanging out with kids, being with friends, babysitting, and essentially, exerting myself. Thursday is the day that I can do whatever I want, by myself.

So far I’ve been spending each Thursday doing something different, trying to find the place where I feel most relaxed, most alone, most open to hear from God.

I took a trip over to Kimironko market this morning. Yes, I find shopping to be relaxing. In the States, Target is my #2 escape (parks are #1). I can walk around and look at things and daydream and not talk to anyone…and, I can buy as much as I want and return it all the next day.

Kimironko is nothing like Target, but I make do with what I have. Yes, I have to talk to people and deal with them following me around but I still find the whole experience to be so much fun. Today the power was out so as I rummaged through the paper necklaces and the second hand clothes, a boy stood next to me holding a flash flight and offering his unwanted, yet humorous, opinions.

Oh, that is very nice. It will make you look fat.

Yeah...thanks.

A friend recently discovered a new café in Kigali, not too far from my house. I took one step into the café this afternoon and it instantly became “my place.” It’s quiet, it has one of my favorite views in Rwanda, looking into town, it has good coffee, and it has a small rooftop area. Unfortunately, it’s raining (Actually, I like the rain, but in this case it’s unfortunate) so the view is really hazy. On sunny days, the rooftop of this café will be perfect. It’s such a quaint little shop and I’m really grateful for it.

If God cares enough about me to give me something like a little café in the middle of a small city in the middle of a tiny county in the middle of Africa, think of all the other things He is capable of doing if we simply ask.