Lord you are the god of the impossible and you allow for greatness to take place where there is no hope otherwise. Today, at the village’s Sunday service, Wills (genocide survivor) shared his story with us all. While I sat listening to his testimony, I spotted a mother with a little baby. I asked her if I could hold her newborn and she allowed me. It was about 100 degrees in that room filled with Khamai and American people, children and adults alike. I could see how those there were being affected by Wills testament of faith, tears running down many faces, yet we worshiped together in the universal language of love.

I held that baby in my arms while I rocked left to right and just starred at the peace I saw in his eyes. I have never sweated so much before, but the heat was almost defused by the joy I felt just contemplating this tiny being. God you are perfect and while I may not always understand the meaning of moments like this, I trust the perfection of your plan in my life.

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