We made it. We get on the plane in six days, 10.5 months since we left. We are packing, sorting, shopping for gifts, saying goodbye to those who will be hone when we return in July. We are dreaming of reuniting with family and friends and eating cheese and blueberries.
A few times during the last 10 months, I’ve wondered why we are here. I don’t have an answer other than it’s where God led us. But on Sunday, I experienced what suffices as reason enough for me. I attended my friend’s birth on Sunday night. I saw a sweet baby girl be born. I don’t have words to describe the beauty of seeing a loving husband and wife unite together in the task of bringing new life into the world. I feel honored, privileged, spoiled. To hear a newborn’s first cry is to hear God breathe life into another. To see the baby look at the face on the body she so intimately knows is to see the face of God.
Why was I in Rwanda for this? I don’t know. But I am grateful. I am thankful that I met this family and can call them my friends. I am overjoyed to have been present for this little girl’s entry into the world. I don’t know whether we will walk with these friends for a short or long time, but I know that they have forever left their mark on my heart.
See you on the other side!