It has been about 1 month since I returned from Rwanda. I got off of the plane and immediately immersed myself in family and business and the necessary preparations of getting 3 little ones back into school. While in Rwanda I had so hoped to log my journey here in this blog, but I quite literally had no words as well as no time. I thought I would come home and the words would flow but they didn't.
Now, as structure is back in place and the typical loads have been lifted, I find my heart and mind returning to the beauty of this land I love.
My plan is to share a few stories. But for now, I will leave you with these few photos and my journal entry from the first day I arrived in the Land of A Thousand Hills.
July 18th, 2014
I watch as the crimson sun rises above the wispy clouds that cover the Thousand Hills and I gasp. To believe that I am here is almost too much. Driving the dark streets of Kigali to the guest house, it all felt so right, so normal. It is where I belong. I feel peace flood over me and a sense of ease and comfort that has to be from my God.
Tall women, some who look fit for the screen and then others
My heart is full!!
This God, is all for your glory! All of it!
The crimson ball of fire resting gently on the horizon and the belongings resting effortlessly atop a woman's head whose story you have purposely written.
And here our stories collide!
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