Obviously, hope was a big theme for me on the trip.
I got a tat to prove it.
Which begs the question, after every Africa trip will I get ink?
Jury is still out.
But I was just going through my journal last night and had to put on paper a little more about what I learned about Hope on this trip.
Africa changed me. I”ll never be the same. Everything was more REAL in Africa.
I could breathe there.
I saw people as Jesus sees them, not as the world does.
I saw the hope that they have.
I long for that kind of hope.
Despite their sometimes desperate situation, they have hope.
Hope in Jesus!
Not that God will change all of their situations, but they keep their eyes on HIM and that’s exactly what you tell us to do.
to not worry about our circumstances but to keep our hope and our trust in you.
One of my boy’s in Korah’s name was Tesfaye. We met the first day in Korah. He was sitting in the front row of Great Hope Church with his blue v-neck and pink undershirt. We locked eyes and when it was our time to go sit amongst the crowd, there was no doubt where I was going to sit. He was drawn to me, and I was drawn to him. Maybe it’s because his name means “my hope”. I was drawn to hope that week.
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