My first week in Swaziland has been an overload of the
senses, to say the least.
I absolutely adore the young women I interact with every
day. They bring so much joy and light to my life, despite their hardships and
challenges.
In my typical day, I hear a three-year-old constantly
shouting, “Look me! Look me!” as she hops on one foot or performs a new dance
move.
I hear the cries of a one-month-old boy as his 15-year-old
mother runs to his side.
I smell the savory aroma of beans and rice for dinner.
I watch clapping games and impromptu jump rope competitions.
I feel the warmth of no less than six children lounging
around me as I read them yet another story.
I watch as the older girls study hard for exams and
playfully sass the younger girls.
I witness the hope and joy as their housemother leads her
spiritual daughters in nightly worship and Bible study.
And amidst all this noise and chaos, I hear Abba whispering,
“Be still, and know that I am God.” And I know he is here, and he’s working in
each one of these broken, yet healing women.
And he’s working in me.
