I’ve begged for money and prayers for my upcoming trip to Rwanda. Good news! I’m not going to ask for money right now, but I will continue to ask you to pray for me. My daughter works for the company that is organizing this trip. She sponsors a child in Rwanda and she had the opportunity to meet him. Her Facebook picture is a picture of the two of them together and she smiles and asks people, “Doesn’t my son look just like me?” (Yes Liz, he does. He has your beautiful smile, the same light in his eyes and the same kind of great faith that you have!) He begged her to come back this year. She tried to help him understand the costs so she told him that it would cost a lot: Ten cows and 2 days of travel. He promised to pray for her to get the ten cows. He must have done good because she ended up helping us make this trip! Anyway, she wrote an amazing article called Summertime for Saddleback (and Love 41). Please read this story and use it for a guide as you pray.
After fund-raising and begging people to pray for us, I went. And it changed my life. I know that sounds so cliche, but it really did. You just can’t stay your same American self when you confront the realities of a third world country like Rwanda. No one here in America is used to seeing motorcycle taxis zipping through traffic with up to two people (often a mother and child!) clinging on to the driver. Or seeing about 40 people trying to cram into a 15 passenger van/taxi. Okay, I know a crazy amount of people can fit inside a Beetle, but usually that’s for a short amount of time, and not to be driven on an actual road. I mean, any American in a bigger city is used to some crazy traffic going on, but this was insane!
That was a paragraph taken from the middle of the article. My daughter makes me proud for many reasons. Her writing skill is one. Her faith and her love for Jesus Christ is perhaps the most important. Pray for us!