North Ethio is what I imagined the first time I came to Africa. I landed on a concrete strip, walked down the steps of the plane onto the slab and through a house looking thing (the airport). Keep in mind this is after a flight where I was honestly in pr over my death and reconciliation with JC. Nonetheless, I landed.
I went for a walk listening to music and greeting children playing soccer out of sowed up pieces of cotton. I picked up a little girl and twirled her around and the other kids thought it was the funniest thing in the world. So I walked (they followed) while in pr with a huge smile. Hmm… I will tell you that walking around here gives new meaning to a lot of lyrics… “Oh my God shine your light on us that we might live”… “and we can see that God you’re moving a mighty river through the nations, where young and old will turn to Jesus”… “the orphan clings to your hand, singing the song of how he was found”. Yeah… wow. Seeing an 8-year-old carry a 50-pound bag over his head for miles gives you a new sense of words like… unfair. And these people… they greet me with kisses and hand shakes. They teach me what love is.
I am teaching English in an orphanage every MWF. They don’t have enough classrooms for kids, so they only learn half the day… so we (my partner for the next 3 weeks in North Ethio and myself) teach them in the mornings. They are pretty great kids… anywhere from 5-20.
Walking is a lot of my day. Pr-walking. I wish one of you could go on these walks with me… just to see. So feel free to please join me in pr… or feel free to physically get on a plane and come hang out in Africa… waahooo.
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