So today I came back from work and one of the kids who lives next door to me comes to the door and says ” Come play with me.” So direct I loved it and it’s not like I had anything better to do. It was still about half an hour till prayer time so I figured why not.
I sat outside with them in the very same compound that I grew up in . I literally played on that same pavement that they played on and had my two best friends living in the apartments on top of me and beside me.The kid who called me out was actually one of my best friend’s daughters – my best friend had moved to Pakistan gotten married , had had a kid and moved back into this complex. My other best friend is saving lives in the Philippines ( she’s becoming a doctor ).
So i was sitting on a chair with these kids ( kids are great fun in terms of the fact that they make you forget the scary stuff in your life ) and one of the drivers and the other workers are there and we’re all just laughing and talking. AS the driver talks to one of the female helpers I look at them and am like ” and what’s going on here ” and we all laugh and he tells me she’s like his sister. Even just being here with them is so much fun – to be able to talk and laugh with them. Even being in the car and out of the corner of my eye I can watch my driver’s head bop to the music – it’s the little joys that keep me going here. The kid who waves at me from outside and I wave back or the policeman who salutes at me and I smile back to . It’s kinshasa – this is Kinshasa.
I went from a place where noone knew my name to a place where people watched me grow up in front of their very eyes. Where I enter places and people know my name and I don’t really know them and they all tell me how they knew me from when I was a little kid. If this isn’t home then I don’t know where is.
Right so back to my topic so I was sitting outside and then I heard Timote the driver telling Mama Mami the helper ” On dois avoir l’espoir et savoir que dieu est la” We have to have hope and belief in God because at the end of the day that’s all we have – faith that things will work out.
In Kibaha I was surrounded by people who had utmost faith in God and here it’s not such a direct influence on me but by the Grace of God the people who I do surround myself with or the people who have known me for forever and so my group of friends do have the faith and it’s nice to hear it from them to remind me when I get weak.
Today I went to sit with a friend and she just reiterated it all to me – you make a decision and then you tell God – I am putting my full faith in you – you take me through this. It’s like a lecture I once listened to – how we use God as a spare tire. We have a problem – first we go to our friends , our family , ourselves and then when nothing else works out we fall on the prayer mat asking God to help us . How much easier it would have been to go to the big man himself and ask him to take all our burdens and just tell him that you’ll wait for the storm to pass because there’s probably a reason that storm is passing. The waiting is the hardest part – I read this quote recently- “Sometimes GOD calms the storm. Sometimes he lets the storm rage and calms his child.” Ahh patience sometimes its forced on us .
OK so basically my message to everyone is HOLD ON and keep on holding on to the FAITHH ! ( this is a reminder to myself too just by the way )