08/26/2024
More from my adventures in Africa on a Mission Trip.
August:
Last day of camps….its bittersweet and I feel a sense of sadness knowing we are leaving, it feels like we just started. The young adults were so grateful and I know I will never be the same. This place, these people they get in your heart and just make it expand bigger than you ever thought possible. It’s the little things, the way the kids that aren’t part of the camp that you get to go love on during some of the service times when there isn’t an abundance of them. The absolute fear of missing out face if there isn’t possibly enough suckers or toys to go around and at times the desperate instinct to grab and push others out of the way to make sure they get something. I was grateful for the Burndian staff who helped get the kids in line and try as best they could for them to take turns and be patient. These kids aren’t used to getting free things and when they do they rejoice. It can be as simple as rainbow art, a sucker, a frisbee and the big one was the balls. There is a lack of those things here so the kids often wad several plastic bags together with rope and bind it to make a soccer ball. I will miss this place as I go home but I will never forget this place. I have made new friends and I have been brought to my knees. Tomorrow we head to Bujumbura for the day and we will see 4 more unsponsored widows. Even though I miss my family Gods not done yet, Bujumbura here we come!!