By Mukarabe Makinto
I am missing my family.
I am feeling nostalgic. Maybe it is because of the sound of the rain beating on the metal-sheet-roofed room I am sharing with one of my beloved nieces.
We should be sleeping so we can be ready for church tomorrow morning; but I am missing you all. Tomorrow is very exciting because we will take the "taxi" (a minivan which normally seats maybe 18 people—"taxis" here are extremely expandable). Then we will connect to the "boda boda" (motorcycles), equally expandable, to get to church.
Internet connection is very rare and frustrating at times; nights without electricity are amazing due to the starry skies. One problem: mosquitoes. I'd better get going before I am chowed to pieces, even though I am inside.
We are all doing great; and the construction of the Joyful House of Refuge (JHR) is amazingly advancing. It is humbling and exhilarating at the same time. Being here is tremendously challenging, but in a positive way, because everyone is doing something. There seems to be no idle time and yet people are not rushed, except the "boda boda" guys.
I was blessed to have missed the scorching heat, or should I say, for the heat to have missed me. The rain started pouring down the second day after I arrived here. The air is clear, skies are bluer and starrier. Nights are fresher, the whole land is greener, and people are happier.
Thank you to ALL of you for your prayers. Please forgive me for not responding to your individual Facebook messages.
God bless you and have a wonderful day in the Lord wherever you are.
"For Such a Time as This"