A few weeks ago, a friend, Nyanja, who is Rwandese but lives in Sweden now with her husband and family, came to Rwanda. She works for an adoption agency and brings families over to pick up their children and help them work through the court process. I hadn’t seen her in probably four years and so I was thrilled to meet up with her here. I got to hang out with her and her son for the week and it was fabulous. It was great to see the work that she is doing and to get to meet the excited families and their new children. It was so precious. Just being with Nyanja and talking with her was just the refreshment I needed.
Hanging out with my new friend Isaak!
Work has been busy recently. I’ve been doing a lot of logistical things for and with my co-worker, Nathan. I scoot all around the city on my motorcycle, hopping from insurance offices to banks to Kinyarwanda lessons back to the office then back out again to the Ministry or something or other then to the Customs/Clearing agencies then to get the car fixed…running all around on the bike. I’m getting to be quite mobile and bold on the thing, which is fun. However, running out of gas seems to be my forte as it’s happened quite a few times now. In my defense, I’m still getting used to having no gas gauge and figuring out how much is in the tank by listening to it and how far I can go on one tank or on however many liters I put in it. Thankfully, I’m getting better at figuring out what is wrong when it stalls on me and can usually get it going again. But, if not, there are always some helpful motorcycle taxi drivers around willing to give me a hand or some other random guys who always seem to know what they are doing when the muzungu girl obviously needs some help and can get me going in no time.
The week after Sarah’s wedding, Erin, Sarah, and I went to visit her and her new husband in their new home. It was so fun to see Sarah and see her not stressed about her wedding anymore and just enjoying being our wonderful host.
A few weeks ago, Erin came in the house and said that she thinks she may have unintentionally committed to going to church with Seti, our new guard, on Sunday. She was trying to chat with him in Kinyarwanda and thought he was just talking about his church, but then she realized that she thinks she agreed to go with him on Sunday. We kind of forgot all about it until Sunday came around and I was backing out of our driveway with Erin in the car, on our way to church, when Seti stopped us. He asked us where we were going and when I told him which church, he vehemently disagreed and told us we weren’t going there but were going with him. We turned to our other guard Jean de Dieu who understands our broken Kinyarwanda better and how to communicate with us and tells us that we can go to our church but just give Seti a ride halfway to his church. He tells Seti this is how it is. So, Seti jumps in and we are off. As we approach Seti’s drop off point, he starts pleading and begging me hard-core to go with him. I mean, he put his hands together and is just pleading and pleading. Erin couldn’t resist and said she had to go even if I didn’t…So…I had to go to. I mean, he was just too much to resist. I looked in my review mirror, and in Erin’s words “I mean, tell me how you can resist that face?!?!?” It was quite the adventure. His church was tiny with lots of dancing and preaching and more preaching. Only in Kinyarwanda, though, and my translator only gave me a sentence or two every 5 minutes maybe. But, I’m glad we went for the experience and to make Seti happy.
Field trip for work
The holiday season is coming up and it’s the first one I’ll spend away from my family. I’m starting to get excited about spending it here in Rwanda. Not really sure what I’ll do yet or who I’ll spend it with, but I’m excited to experience this time of year in a different country.
In three days I’ll have been here for 5 months. This both seems a short time and a long time. Part of me feels like I’ve been here forever (ok, not really forever) and that I’m completely settled into life here and its now “normal.” But, then when I think about it in the grand scheme of things or I get a reminder of how I still don’t know what’s going on most of the time, I realize how short it’s been but yet how fast it is flying by. Life just flies by, doesn’t it? But, I’m loving living here. I’m loving all that I’m learning, how I’m changing and growing, being stretched and challenged. I love the people that I’m meeting and the friends that I’m making and am learning daily what it means to have the joy of the Lord be my strength.
Although there are still discouraging days living here and feeling like I am still so lost (but I guess that would be life anywhere) most days I’m encouraged by how “far” (whatever that means) I’ve come in just a few months. I’m excited to see where God continues to take me in the coming months.
My co-worker, Erin, wrote this the other day, and I liked it so I thought I’d share it.
“Last week her good friend Mike, who shares this gift, told me that God was “dancing over my head” because of what I’m doing in Rwanda. Because I took a couple of pictures, and wrote a few facebook posts and blogs about this organization God is dancing? And you know what, he is probably right. God is that kind of God, to dance at every spark of good.”