Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to write
anything for the blog; fortunately, though, I always keep a diary and will be
able to pull stuff together!
Quick Synopsis: I spent six intense weeks with 13 incredible
girls and young women. Days were kicked off and closed with worships and the hours in between were filled with chores, classes, meals, laughter and games. There were wonderful times, but there were also times when I wondered what in the world I was doing, why I had ever considered coming, and how in the world everything was going to work out.
Unfortunately, I encountered visa issues and had to prematurely leave the
country. I eventually re-entered Zambia and we are trying to find a way for me to go back to Cibusa.
I have spent the last four weeks on a small farm in a
village outside of where I grew up, and my time here has been rejuvenating. I
didn’t realize how intense the first six weeks were until I had been at Mwami
for a while. The past month of drawing water from a well, cooking over a fire,
bathing outside, pounding ground-nuts, shelling maise, playing football
(soccer), going for long walks through Mwami and the Zambian bush—and one time
accidentally into Malawi!— trying out a new language, and finally learning how to shake my hips has been incredibly
restorative.
Even more beautiful, however, is the way that I have openly and
unreservedly been embraced by the people I have met.
