It’s time to make my way home. People have shown gracious hospitality, have fed me their best and welcomed me into their lives. The main road back is open now – overturned trucks have been moved. There is always room for company in the vehicle – someone needing a ride on the way. This time it’s sisters on their way to school – Alpha and Gift’s daughters. Reflecting while driving brings a full range of thoughts on the many ways God has been with me, making a way all along.
I’m impacted here by people – by their testimonies, their stories. There is a deeper connection and realization to some Old Testament stories like those of Josiah and David. What we don’t know can hurt us. Being poor – how does it affect spiritual development? God gives me everything I have – it’s all from Him. I don’t have anything – I am poor. It’s difficult to see myself when I have resources; difficult to see my need, my poverty. Poverty helps me – not because it’s good – but because I see my own condition. Scripture is alive, it’s flowing off the pages. When I’m here I have a feeling of being fed, a feeling of fullness.