While Living in Africa, I Went to Africa

This past week I went on an incredible adventure. God called me to Kenya and so I went. I met up with a small team from America that came over to work in Kibera, a large slum in Nairobi, for one week.


I left Kigali on Saturday morning (Nov 10) and flew to Nairobi. (I enjoyed flying alone, probably a little bit more than I should have.) A driver was waiting for me at the airport, holding a sign with my name on it, making me feel rather dignified. I made it to the guest house, without any complications and I met up with the rest of the team. Throughout the week I met a lot people (some who quickly became good friends), I compared and contrasted Rwanda and Kenya, I learned many new Swahili phrases, I ministered to kids at 
Trinity primary school, and I learned more of God’s calling for my life.

Nairobi is very different from Kigali. In fact, it’s so different that I’m not even sure where to begin. I continuously felt like I was in America. (The American team found this a bit odd.) Nairobi is very developed and crowded with buildings and cars. The traffic is intense. The driving happens on the opposite side of the road (comparing it to America and Rwanda) but it’s not disorderly. It’s just really backed up. Personally I think the driving is crazier in Kigali, just with fewer cars. I guess, to give those in America a bit of a perspective, comparing Nairobi to Kigali is a bit like comparing New York City to High Point. There are numerous malls with food courts, there’s a KFC, there’s a Feeneys (Planet Yogurt), and nice paved highways, large buildings, and lots and lots of cars.


This trip was a perfect opportunity for me for numerous reasons. First, I needed a break from my normal life in Rwanda. Second, I have had a desire (and still do) to do more ministry projects, and that is exactly what this trip was all about. Third, God strengthened and challenged my faith in Him and taught me how to sacrifice seemingly important things for Him, my academic grades being the primary example. Fourth, this trip was my first experience with following God’s calling on my own – it was my first adventure, with many more to come.


During the week we (from now on when I refer to “we” I mean “the American team and I”) worked in a small compound, called Trinity, on the edge of Kibera. Some of us taught in the elementary school, some ran a soccer camp for kids, some worked in the medical clinic, and some offered counseling and the good news of Jesus. Together we made a great team. I worked with a class of 4-6 year olds during the week, teaching Bible stories, playing games, and sharing the love of Jesus with them. Our days followed a similar pattern with the exception of Wednesday, which I will address specifically in a minute.


Daily Routine:
6:15am wake up and make breakfast for the team with my roommate
7:30 board the bus and travel to Trinity
8:15 arrive at Trinity (It wasn’t that far of a drive, it just took a while to get there because of traffic)
8:30 brief devotion and prep time for the day
9:00 begin teaching and playing with the kids
1:00 (sometimes after 1:00) lunch
4:30 leave Trinity and stop at a store on the way home to buy supplies to make PB&J’s for the kids at Trinity
6:30 eat dinner
7:30 debriefing time with the team/preparing lessons/making 225 sandwiches for the next day

Please note: All these times are susceptible to change. We operated on a very relaxed schedule, without much awareness to the time of day – a very African lifestyle. Our pastor at church once said, “You in America have the watches, but we in Africa have the time.”


Wednesday was a very special day, my favorite day of the week. In the morning we went to Trinity for a couple hours and then we went further into the slum to visit a school and church called Emmanuel. (This is the place where my mom was when she went to Kenya in 2009.) Emmanuel completely defines Africa. The smells were beautiful, the people were beautiful, the sights were beautiful - everything about it was just perfect. I wish I could effectively explain to you what Kibera is like. The only thing I can say is; while living in Africa, I went to Africa. I experienced a real Africa. It was incredible. Those few hours I spent in the depths of Kibera were some of the best hours of my life. The children were so respectful and sweet.  It costs just under $4 a semester to attend school at Emmanuel and most families cannot afford it.  The children that have the privilege of going to school take their education very seriously. After being at Emmanuel for a couple hours we went to the women’s prison.  That was another incredible experience. When we arrived at the prison the women were in the middle of their church service. Some of the women were worshiping and praising God in a very sincere way while others stood along the wall with their arms crossed.  Two of the ladies on our team shared their testimony and several women accepted Christ for the first time in their life.  After the service we handed out small bags containing toilet paper, toothpaste, soap, and a tract.  It was amazing to be around all of those women who had committed crimes – it’s not the first place I would have chosen, but it’s definitely were Jesus would have been, ministering to the criminals and the poor in spirit.


I am sure there are many details of my week that I’m failing to mention.  It’s hard to explain what I experienced to those who have never been to Africa before. It’s a little bit like trying to explain augmented chords to someone who has never heard of music before.  If God ever calls you to Africa, do not hesitate. It will change your life.


My life didn’t change when I went to Kenya. That’s probably because I had already been living in Rwanda, and so it wasn’t that big of a cultural adjustment. My life has been changing ever since August 2011 so going to Kenya was just another step in the changing process. What did change was my perspective of life – walking the streets of Kibera and experiencing that “Africa” – is what changed me.


God has been teaching me so much. I could fill blogs only about what God has been and is currently teaching me.


One thing I learned prior to my trip to Kenya was what it really means to have faith. I have been watching my parents step out in faith for many years, but I this trip to Kenya was my first opportunity to step out in faith by myself. If you step out in faith God will provide. Another thing I am learning is that stepping out in faith is not all about God providing, sometimes it’s about you making sacrifices. And God always “works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28)


It’s amazing how hard and how easy things can get when you turn your life over to the Lord. Yes, you will face challenges and trials. We, as Christians, are called to a life of hardships, that’s just a part of it. But, if God is in control things somehow get easier too. I don’t have to worry, because He’s got it all figured out. God has big things in store for the rest of my life.  I got a little taste of those plans this past week. I’ve sensed God calling me far away from the “American lifestyle” for some time now, and this week it became even clearer that I am not meant to be in a place where the people already know about God and they have electricity, and running water, and all the other necessities.  I am called to be in a poor, poverty-stricken area that does not have the general necessities and does not know about the greatness of our Lord. I am called to put everything on the line for Him. I long to live among the ugly-beautiful, to embrace them, love on them, help them, and comfort them.  But more than that, I long to serve the Lord for the rest of my life. Wherever He leads me, I will follow.

Dear Faithful Readers

I apologize for the long pause. I did not intend for so many days to go in between posts. I live a very busy life over here in ravishing Rwanda. I’m overextended and attempting to accomplish more things than a person probably should. I won’t bore you with the details of what I do in a week’s time; I’ll just lead you to believe that it’s quite a lot. 

That being said, I have decided to sit down and inform you of a few things going on in my life... 

First things first, on October 6th, after taking the SAT for 4 hours, I came home and sat for another 10 and a half hours while I got my hair braided....

Yes, it hurt very badly, and it itches off and on but I do like the finished product a lot. 

Secondly, if you've read my other blogs from this school year (Aug 2012-Oct 2012) you know that I've been struggling with homesickness. You’ll be happy to hear that my homesickness has subsided. While I do have a day here and there where I miss home more than anything, I would not classify myself as being homesick. Part of that might have to do with how busy I am, and if that’s the case, then I’m thankful for being busy. 

One thing that has helped me overcome my homesickness is a quote I stumbled upon by my favorite missionary, Jim Elliot.

 “Wherever you are, be all there."

After reading it, I immediately felt convicted and realized that I was not being all here. I was trying to live my life in North Carolina while living in Rwanda…it wasn't working. At first I wasn't sure how to let go of my NC life, but God has helped me. He has blessed me with so many wonderful friends in North Carolina who I've been able to stay in contact with and He has also given me a sense of peace about being so far away from home. 

A third update relating to my life: I've been struggling with God’s silence. I talk to Him every single day. I tell Him things, I thank Him for things, I ask Him for things, but I haven’t been getting a response. In reading My Utmost for His Highest I came to realize that “His silence is the sign that He is bringing [me] into an even more wonderful understanding of Himself.”  

Psalm 27:14 says “Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!”

And just a few chapters later...

Psalm 31:24 says, “Be strong and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord!”

For God, time is nothing.  Humans (Americans, especially) are so time-oriented and driven by plans that we get easily frustrated with God when doesn't reveal the plan or the answers when we think we need them. God knows exactly what we need, He knows the best time to reveal His will, and He is always, always in control, even in His silence. 

Fourthly, I have a very of exciting opportunity to go to Nairobi, Kenya on a short-term mission trip. Greenstreet Baptist Church in High Point, NC goes to Kenya every year to work in Kibera, one of the world’s largest slums. I feel God calling me on this trip, but I face two problems: (1) I would be missing five days of school…five days of unexcused absences, meaning that my grades would be severely affected. However, I am going to ask my teachers if I can work ahead and turn my assignments in before I leave. (2) Money. Money is always an issue. I ask you to pray with me and for me. Pray that my teachers will show grace and be willing to work with me and pray that God will provide the money I need to go on this trip.  The wonderful thing is that these “problems” are not problems at all in God’s eyes. He has already orchestrated everything and if He wants me in Kenya from November 10-16 then He will make it happen. 

Thank you, dear faithful readers, for reading my blog. I aim to update it more regularly and hopefully with exciting stories of my life in Africa. I don’t know what’s in store for the rest of this year but I invite you to join with me as I wait in anticipation for God to speak to me and reveal His plan to me. 

One Day at a Time

The weather is much too beautiful to spend the day inside. It’s like a perfect spring day. I’m currently sitting outside on my front porch on this lovely Sunday afternoon. A warm breeze is sweeping across the city and causing the wisps of hair around my face and neck to stick out more than normal. The rains are coming. We’ve had a thunderstorm every few days and so the air and the view are beginning to clear up. I have a pretty clear view across the valley today of the various dirt roads and houses. Kigali is a truly beautiful place. 

The view from our front porch

It’s hard to believe that we’ve already completed our first month. Only nine months remaining.  Only nine more months of high school. Only nine more months of my life in Rwanda. Only nine more months with my family until I embark on my own journey. 


Life stays pretty consistent here: school every day, homework every night, church every Sunday. And so the routine goes. Last year when we first arrived I had loads of things to blog about because everything was new and different. This time, everything is familiar and normal. Walking by people with several large pieces of lumber stacked on their head or having a man pass you on a bicycle with a hundred dozen eggs strapped on the back is no longer a strange sight. 

Jeremy came to visit us this afternoon. Some of you may remember Jeremy from our video this summer. Jeremy is a Rwandan man who lost his leg in a moto accident three years ago. He walks around on crutches. He loves Jesus and he loves to play the guitar and sing about Jesus. He is slowly learning English just like we are slowly learning Kinyarwanda. He and I sat and talked for a while this afternoon. Sometimes we talked in Kinyarwanda and other times in English. He shared several Bible verses in Kinyarwanda and I read them in English and he sang/played the guitar for us. We had not seen him since May so it was good to catch up. At the end of our time today he prayed for us in Kinyarwanda. (Isn't it interesting how God is fluent in all languages? He hears every prayer - English, Kinyarwanda, Portuguese...whatever it may be, because He knows our hearts. What an awesome God we have!) We look forward to many more times with Jeremy. 

I’ve continued to walk the fifty minute (or so) walk to church every Sunday. Each week I have a new person with me. I went alone the first week, then my mother joined me, last week Adam and I walked together, and today my whole family came along. Sometimes I walk because I have to. Today, for example, we all had to walk to church because we don’t have a car. (Yes, we are still looking and praying for a car.) Other times I walk for pleasure. Like yesterday I wandered around on dirt roads for an hour. (Believe it or not, it’s really hard to get lost on dirt roads- they all sort of lead to each other.) For me, walking is the time I feel closest to God. It’s the time that I talk to Him about absolutely everything and more times than not, it’s the time that I hear back from Him. Walking has become a very important part of my routine. 

My heart longs for North Carolina. I’m having a hard time letting go of my life in North Carolina and fully embracing my life in Rwanda. I do love living here, especially on days like today when everything is positively gorgeous, but, I can’t help but think about my family and friends and my life that I’m not living in North Carolina. If I’m not careful it can overtake me and I can spend hours only thinking of what I’m missing. Like last week for example, I cried off and on all day for three days in a row. I just couldn’t seem to get a hold of myself. Yes, I’m homesick. That does not give me a reason to be constantly sad though. I need the Lord to give me joy. It is possible for me to be homesick and joyful at the same time. I choose to be joyful.  With the help of the Lord, and hopefully some faithful prayer partners, I will overcome this homesickness. I’ve been reading Amy Carmichael’s biography. She was an English missionary who went to Japan, Sri Lanka, and ultimately, India. She battled fevers and various ailments and homesickness but she was joyful because she was serving the Lord. She shared His love with the people and nothing made her more delighted. 

Natalie, my spiritual mentor and dear friend has been positively wonderful to me. She referred to herself as my big sister the other day, which of course brought a smile to my face because I’ve always wanted a sister. As most of you will remember, we memorized the book of Colossians last semester. We’ve decided to memorize James this semester. I’m so thankful for her as a friend/sister and a spiritual accountability partner. 
I wouldn’t be able to make it through this year without her. 

The other week I posted a picture on facebook of some baskets I had purchased at the market. My dad suggested that people may be curious about what the rest of my room looks like…

Standing in the doorway- my desk, with the market baskets above, my wardrobe with numerous Bible verses and daisies, and my left curtain that was purchased here at a fabric market.

Standing in front of my desk – my bed with my bedspread from Target and my right curtain (see how nicely it matches my bedspread?) Notice the wall décor - also from Target and the I Love Lucy picture from a dear friend.

Standing in front of my wardrobe- Jane Austin quotes on the wall and my bookshelf. Favorite people in frames on the top shelf and favorite books on the second shelf. 

That’s my room. Full of color and all my favorite things. I’m so thankful for my room because I have my own personal space. At our other house we were very crowded and although I had my own room I didn’t really feel like I had my own “space.” Now I have space and I am very grateful. 

If I think about the year as a whole or if I think about missing home I get overwhelmed. I just need to take things one day at a time. “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life…But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” (Matthew 6:25 & 33-34) I don’t need to have everything all figured out, in fact, I don’t have it all figured out. God knows. He’s in control. He knows what the rest of this year will look like, He knows the desires of my heart, and He knows the plans for the future. As long as I take things one day at a time and keep relying on Him I’ll make it. 

Seniority

I have officially entered into the world of being a senior and I’m milking it for all it’s worth. The bell rings for class to start, “Oh, was that the bell? Do seniors have to go to class right when the bell rings?” As if being a senior entitles me to something greater than the other students. I’ve only been a senior for two days…I think I need to get a grip.

I have a heavy-ish work load this year but I do like my schedule. I am taking a dual enrollment class online for history for first period. Second period is alternating between physical education and Bible every other day. Third period is AP literature. I’m a “band assistant” during fourth period and I have chemistry fifth period. After lunch I have French 2 and then advanced band. So like I said, it’s a little heavy but I do like the flow.

Yesterday was my mom’s mirongo ine na gantandatu birthday. (Her age in Kinyarwanda) It’s hard to celebrate birthdays in an American fashion in Rwanda but we do our best. My dad bought my mom twenty pink roses. The ladies who were selling the roses were asking the equivalent of $6.50 and my dad talked them down to just under $5. Imagine…twenty roses for five dollars! We were also able to surprise her with a cake. We brought a chocolate cake mix back with us from America. I baked it Wednesday morning while she was out of the house and took great care to open every window to get the delicious smell out of the house. After I got home from school yesterday I snuck frosting ingredients down to my room and made frosting from scratch. She had her favorite - chocolate cake with white icing - for her birthday and she was absolutely surprised. Happy Birthday Mom!!

Random power outages are becoming a regular part of my life again. The power was out for five and a half hours last Thursday and it was off for a good forty-five minutes yesterday. The power goes off without explanation and there is nothing you can do about it. It comes back on when it comes back on and you go on with your day.

It rained off and on last Thursday and Friday. Strange weather for supposedly the dry season but I don’t mind…I like the rain. The temperatures have been quite cool in the mornings, probably in the low sixties. By mid morning the air has warmed up and once the afternoon rolls around it’s just plain hot. It comes full circle in the evenings and everything gets nice and cool again.

I’m enjoying all the walking I’ve been doing. The other day I walked down the hill to the little grocery store to get a dozen eggs and passed easily twenty people on the five minute walk. When the cashier at the grocery store saw me he said, “Long time.” I told him it had been a long time and that I had been in America for the summer but I’m back now. He asked about my family and told me to come see him again soon.  I continued my walk back up the hill, this time with a bag of eggs, and passed two more familiar faces. We had a short conversation in Kinyarwanda and then went our separate ways. Exchanges like those are one of my favorite things about living here.  I walked to church on Sunday morning…it was just under an hour walk and I did not pass a single muzungu (white person) the entire time. Mind you I was walking on a main, heavily traveled road.  I walk to school, I walk to the grocery store, I walk for pleasure. I walk, walk, walk.

We had an electricity issue on Saturday night. Before I can share the story I have to explain Cash Power. Cash power is what our electricity is called. Every house has a cash power box outside of their house. You load units onto the box and then you have electricity to use freely. Our family uses roughly fifteen units of cash power a day between showers and lights and electronic devices. We were watching a movie (You’ve Got Mail) and we were about a third of the way into the movie when the entire room went black. Our first thought was that the power was out but after looking out the window we discovered that neighbors had power. My dad went outside to look at the cash power box and was greeted by a zero on the meter. He went down the hill to the grocery store to get more cash power. The way you load cash power is a little complicated to explain, I don’t even understand it, but you need your box number in order to purchase cash power. My dad tried to load the newly purchased cash power but soon discovered that he had given the old box number from our previous house. Back down the hill he went to give the correct box number. The time from when the power went off to the time we all sat down to resume the movie was about an hour and a half. That’s just part of living life in Africa.

Another part of living life in Africa is the bad internet. We went from a terrible internet connection to no internet at all. Our house is at a lower level on the hill so other houses and trees block our house from the internet tower, leaving us without the convenience. So we have to march up the hill to the school when we need to use the internet. There does appear to be a solution of a different internet source but the device is currently out of stock and there is no telling when the next shipment will arrive. So we are without internet at our house indefinitely. Is this what happens when you complain?

Tuesday was our first day of school. It was only a half day…just to give us a taste of what the year would be like. We didn’t have school on Wednesday because it was a national holiday. This was not poor planning on our part; the school didn’t find out about the holiday until Monday, leaving no time to make a change. So we’ve had a half day, a day off, and finally, today, a full day. Adam is loving being a part of high school now. He likes his schedule, he’s having a great time with his friends, and he’s doing well. Miles loves fourth grade. He picked up right where he left off with all his friends and he’s having a grand time being back in Rwanda. Both my parents are doing well. They are very busy with the demands of school but they love being here and serving at KICS.

I went to the market on Tuesday afternoon for the first time this year. I love the market. It’s truly a cultural experience….the language, the smells, the sights. It’s wonderful! I went to see Josephine, the lady who sells us fabric, (you may remember her from one of our videos that we showed this summer) to tell her that we were back from America. She was happy to see me and she said, “How is my mom? How is my dad? How is Miles? (Everyone loves Miles.) How is my brother? (meaning Adam).” Then she said to another couple in the fabric booth, “I am their second daughter. Actually, I am the first daughter because I’m older than her (meaning me).” Well Josephine, didn’t you just work your way right into our family. We do love her!  On my way to the market I discovered that streets signs (from my previous blog), in fact, do not make any sense. You may pass 316th street and the following street is likely to be labeled 118th street. I do not understand.

On Wednesday night I had the rare opportunity to go to a chamber music concert. Three musicians, a pianist, a cellist, and an oboist were in town from Berlin, Germany. They performed on Tuesday night and Wednesday night. There are only three grand pianos in the entire country… (Let’s take a minute and marvel at that. Three grand pianos in an entire country. Do you have any idea how many grand pianos Julliard owns? And that’s just ONE university in ONE country. Blows my mind.)… and grand pianos are not easy to transport so the pianist had to play on an electric keyboard. It’s sort of like playing on a wooden clarinet for years and then having to perform on a plastic clarinet….it’s doable, but it doesn’t sound the same, and it’s a disappointment for the musician. True to the African style the concert started thirty minutes late, but it was positively glorious. I have not had the privilege of attending a concert in over a year. I soaked up every minute of it. I felt every emotion known to man during the hour. The musicians did a marvelous job of conveying their feelings and I was able to understand the music on an emotional, if not intellectual, level. My year is just getting started but I know, without a doubt, that it will be a highlight of my year.

Yes, my year is just getting started. I have so many things still to learn and experience. I’ll be working hard to finish high school and graduate with the best grades I can pull off. I’ll be practicing my clarinet and giving lessons to younger clarinetists. I’ll be growing in Christ and preparing for college and the years to come. I’m living in AFRCIA! I want to jump at every opportunity I have to experience something new. I want this year to be the greatest one yet!

Back in Kigali

Well, here I am again, sitting at my computer in beautiful Rwanda doing my best to portray my life, experiences, thoughts, and feelings through a minuscule blog post.

The summer went by like a car on the interstate in America.  I was just leaving Kigali and starting my summer and now I’m back in Africa getting ready to start my 12th year of school. What happened? Where did the time go? I thoroughly enjoyed seeing my friends and family. I was able to reconnect with so many old friends and create new friendships. Not much had changed, thankfully, so I was able to jump back into the life I knew. I had a marvelous time shopping for new clothes and driving around in my car like a crazy teenager. I did enjoy Chick-fil-a and all of the other good places to eat, but American life is tiring…the constant need to acquire more things, the fattening food, the lack of exercising, the constant coming and going. It was nice for a while, but now that I’m back in Rwanda I feel like I can breathe again. 

We arrived on Friday night (Friday afternoon for all you East Coasters). The airport in Kigali is very small. You have to enter and exit the plane on moveable stairs because the airport doesn’t have gates. It reminds me of how the president or some other important person does when they arrive somewhere and the camera guy catches a pose as they’re walking down the stairs waving and smiling to their supporters. (Yes, I did glance up as I was walking down the steps expecting to see my posse…) Anyways, we walked down the stairs and across the runway to go inside. I took a deep breath and was welcomed with smell of Kigali -earthy and rich. I think Kigali has two main smells: body odor and exhaust. When we got to the door I wanted to hug the guard. I had no idea who he was but I was so happy to see him. I think I was just happy to be off the plane and overwhelmed with several emotions. I kept my dignity and did not hug him, but the feeling was there, nonetheless. We went through customs without any issues. All of our bags made it except for our two over-sized bins filled with instruments and most of my clothes.  We talked to one of the airport customer service people and they said that the bins would arrive from Nairobi, Kenya the following day. How did those bins get to Kenya? Beats me. Regardless of the route they took, we were able to retrieve our bins the next night and all of the instruments were there, unharmed. 

Speaking of instruments…we brought thirteen donated instruments back with us and several boxes of music! It’s a great addition to the growing bands! 

Speaking of instruments (again)…I’ve upgraded from an intermediate clarinet to a professional. A dear family friend graciously gave me a brand new clarinet in memory of her husband who just recently went to be with the Lord. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The keys are so shiny. It’s wonderful! The tone is warm and rich and delicious.  I absolutely love it! With this instrument I’ll be able to go so much further than I would have gone with my previous clarinet. I’m so grateful!

Kigali is just like how we left it. The internet is still horribly slow. Actually, the internet speed has changed…it’s gotten worse. I’m positive it wasn’t this bad last year. The connection only works every now and then and when it is working it still takes way too long to load a page. It’s frustrating but there’s nothing I can do about it.  I was really happy this morning because I was able to respond to three facebook messages before the internet went out!  

Another new addition to the city is street signs. I haven’t been out in the city enough to figure it out but I think there is a logical order to them. Thankfully, it’s numbers and not names. For example: 179th avenue and 85th street. It will be much easier to give directions now!

We went to church on Sunday morning (the one we had been regularly attending last year). It was enjoyable to be back in the lively African worship style. Yes, the service is long and the benches are uncomfortable but it always leaves me feeling revived and ready for the week ahead. 

After church we met up with several other KICS teachers at Meze Fresh…Kigali’s first fast food restaurant! (New to the city while we were gone.) It’s essentially like a Qdoba. You walk down the line and tell them what you’d like in your burrito or taco. They don’t have as many options as Qdoba but it’s still really impressive. It’s painted lime green and blue and it has black and white accent decorations. It’s a really cool place. It’s quick, delicious, and filling. I’m looking forward to many more meals there in the future. 

Right now Rwanda is in the dry season so everything is very dusty and dry. I repeat: VERY dusty. The crops and plants are all brown and dead but before long, once the rain comes, it will be just as beautiful I remember it. Green, lush, pleasant, perfect. 

We all seem to be transitioning fairly well. My dad and Adam don’t seem to be dealing with jet lag at all. My mom, however, has forgotten how to sleep. Miles and I are somewhere in the middle, sleeping off and on throughout the night. Overall, it’s nice to be back. I’m looking forward to the start of school because it will give me something to do. I have a lot of time on my hands right now because my parents are up at the school everyday getting things ready along with the other teachers and there just isn’t a whole lot for me to do. I probably should be looking for scholarships and studying for the SAT and doing all that fun college stuff but something about that doesn’t sound very appealing…

I miss my family. I miss my friends. Unfortunately saying goodbye doesn’t get any easier. I feel caught between two worlds….two homes. Kigali feels very much like home. It’s very comfortable and familiar and I love it here, but oddly enough I feel homesick.  Might that be because North Carolina is my home? That’s where I’ve spent most of my life, that’s where my friends and family and memories are. It’s a little hard to understand. One thing I’ve been enjoying is the smell of my clothes. They all smell like the laundry detergent and the homes of the various people I stayed with during my last week in the States. It’s just a simple thing that makes me feel close to them and puts a smile on my face.

I know that this year will go by in a flash and before I know it I’ll be saying goodbye to my life here in Rwanda and embarking on the wonderful journey called college. I have an exciting year ahead of me. God has spectacular things planned for me and I can’t wait for it to all unfold and to discover His perfect plan. 

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Saying that this post is overdue would be an understatement. It's been far too long since I last sat down at my computer and typed my heart away. Why the long pause? Well, for one, I've been busy. Summer is supposed to be a time of relaxation. Wait. What? Summer is supposed to be a time of relaxation? That's odd because my summer has been a far cry from relaxing. Constantly jumping from one thing to the next, making sure we (my family) see everyone and accomplish everything before our plane takes off on August 2nd.


I've been trying to update my blog for about nine weeks. Nine weeks is a long time. Originally I was going to send out one last update before I left Kigali. My last few weeks of school flew by and before I knew it I was in Florida. I wanted to blog while I was down there and let people know how I was doing but, once again, the time just disappeared. I've been in North Carolina for the past five weeks and any thoughts I have given to my blog have been riddled with guilt.

Many people have asked when I plan to write my next post and I keep saying that I'm just taking a little break for the summer, but really it's just an excuse. I've been having a hard time putting my thoughts, emotions, and feelings into words. I have a lot to say and a lot to share but lately the words haven't been flowing like how they usually do. Generally, I just sit down and start typing and thirty minutes later I have my post in its completion. Not this time. No sir, I've been typing and deleting and typing and deleting and typing and...you get the picture.

I will be leaving convenient America in twelve days and heading back to lovely Rwanda. Once I get back to Kigali I’ll be updating my blog on a much more regular basis. I've had a good summer. It's been absolutely marvelous to see my dear friends and family, to eat at Chick-fil-a, to shop and drive again. It's been nice but I'm ready to go back. Rwanda is just as much home to me as America is. I grew up in America so it will always be home, but I live in Rwanda now. I'm anxious to get back to my room and my bed and my school and neighborhood. I'm ready to start my last year of high school. And most of all, I'm ready to see what the Lord has in store for me this next year.

More Than Conquerors

Today, May 1^st, is a very significant day for two reasons:

     1.)  We arrived in Kigali, Rwanda exactly nine months ago…on August 1^st.  

     2.)This is the first day of our last month in Kigali before the summer…we depart this country on May 30^th.

These past nine months have been wonderful, exciting, painful, necessary, important, impactful...so many different emotions and feelings. I would be lying to you if I told you this year was easy. Even though it has not been easy it has, however, been one of the greatest years of my life. There were times during this year when I just wanted to go limping back to North Carolina like a hurt puppy and lick my wounds and throw myself a pity-party surrounded by people who loved me.  But, I didn’t go back. I stayed strong. I overcame. Romans 8 talks about us being more than conquerors. “No, in all these things (“these things” referring to what was listed in the previous nine verses) we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.” (Romans 8:37) That’s me! I’m more than a conqueror. I’m not just finishing the race (reference to previous blog where I compared this year to a race); I’m coming in first place!

I spoke in chapel roughly two months ago and at that time I was still a little bitter about what had happened in November, December, and January. Yes I had moved on and yes I had forgiven people but I certainly wasn’t glad that I had gone through that hard time and I definitely did not want to do it again.

About two weeks ago I was talking with Natalie (my “spiritual mentor”) and without even thinking the words came out of my mouth…

“I’m grateful for the hard time that I went through this year. I’m glad I experienced what I did in November, December, and January. It wasn’t fun, but I would do it all again if I was given the opportunity, because I like who I have become because of it. Sure, I liked who I was before, but I like who I am now even better.”

I couldn’t believe I had said those words. I spent several days evaluating myself and making sure I was sincere and after much contemplation decided that indeed I was.

I cannot even begin to explain how much I’ve changed this year. The fact that I’m sitting here right now thinking about Nov./Dec./Jan. with a smile on my face should give you a little hint. This year I have learned the difference between happiness and joyfulness. I’ve learned how to give thanks in ALL circumstances. I’ve learned how to pray and rely solely on the Lord. I’ve learned to forgive people who have wronged me. I’ve learned how to be grateful for trials, challenges, and struggles. I’ve learned how to encourage people. The list goes on and on.

God has worked in my life in ways I had never imagined. Before this year I didn’t really think I needed the Lord. Of course I believed in Him and I had a relationship with Him. It’s not like I was some horrible criminal…I’m a pretty good kid, I just like to do things my way. God has gotten a hold of me and taken control of my life and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

What else is going on here in Rwanda? Well, today is Labor Day and schools and banks and other such businesses are closed. This coming weekend is the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe play. Both Adam and I are in this play. He is playing Mr. Tumnus and I am playing the professor, Father Christmas, the Witch’s general, and Aslan’s general. We have two performances and we are both looking forward to it.

This past week my dad took 40 bands students in grades seven through twelve on a tour. The tour started with us playing in Chapel at school on Wednesday. On Thursday afternoon we went to a local Rwandan school and played for about a thousand students. We required a translator at this school, because they spoke in Kinyarwanda and knew limited to no English. Friday morning we went to Wellspring Christian Academy and performed for students in grades six through eight. We did not need a translator at this school. In the afternoon we left Kigali and drove about thirty minutes on bumpy dirt roads to a town called Busanza. We gave a concert to about three to four hundred students. Following our concerts we would play soccer or Frisbee or invent our own game and play with the kids. The children followed us around and watched our every move. I was kicking a trash-bag-ball back and forth with a little boy and all of the sudden I felt a tickling sensation on my arm. I turned around and there was an even younger boy standing there with a blade of grass in his hand and a mischievous smile on his face. I smiled at him and turned back around. Seconds later I felt him tickling my arm again. I whipped around and he squealed and ran back a few feet. It didn’t take long before other kids caught on and before I knew it I had about ten children tickling my arms with blades of grass. From then on I had about fifty kids (not an exaggeration) following me around doing whatever I did. They would all try to hold my hand or arm or shirt and they stood in a tight circle around me. I started clapping different rhythms and they copied me. We danced. We counted in Kinyarwanda together and I told them a little bit about myself. I kept trying to come up with things to do that didn’t require much communicating since language is an issue for both of us. Then, I got a bright idea to run as fast as I could across the field. That started a whole new game. They chased me and some of the faster kids would grab on to me so I couldn’t run any more. I would pause for a few minutes and then they would tell me to run again (in Kinyarwanda, of course). As if parting the Red Sea they would create a little pathway for me to leave the circle of children and I would run as fast as I could and they would cheer and laugh and chase me. This went on for a good hour and a half. Out of all these children one girl stood out to me more than the others. Her name was Clarisse. I think she was probably about nine years old, but she wouldn’t tell me her age. She was beautiful. She seemed to be a little spitfire even though she acted shy. I will never forget her. After spending the afternoon playing with the children we gave a second concert. We said our goodbyes and headed back to Kigali. The band tour was a huge success. We all enjoyed ourselves and we’re looking forward to next year’s tour.

As I begin the last month of my eleventh grade career I hope to finish with a bang. I’m anticipating what’s lying ahead at the end of this month while at the same time enjoying what I have now. I’m reflecting on what I have learned this year and wondering what else I may learn in these remaining days. I have the privilege of living in a beautiful country and meeting some pretty fantastic people while at the same time being able to go home to America to see my friends and family. It’s like I have two lives now. I hope to find the balance between the two and somehow combine them. I’m so glad that I am going home to America in a mere thirty days, but I’m also overjoyed that I will be returning home to Rwanda at the end of the summer.