SO. Here I sit in AFRICA writing in a BLOG, which is not my thing but I figure its worth it to let everyone know the low down on whats happening in Zambia.
so far I've loved it, but that doesn't mean it's easy.
We just got power for the first time in 48 hours. It's kinda frustrating but last night I really realized the reason for it.
I'm so thankful for our house and for where we live. We are living in an old orphan home in Kalingalinga (you say it just like you spell it). It's a poor area, but not the worst...So we've been cooking, bathing, eating, dressing, and talking.....all in the dark. We are adapting and trying to just go about daily life..And God really showed me how thankful I should be.
I'm so thankful to be able to taste in a very SMALL way what it is to be an orphan. Last night we looked out over the city tonight and saw that even a street over, the more affluent sections have had power all day and all night. It's just because of where we're located that makes us less of a priority to get the service we are equally paying for. That sense of injustice that welled up in me changed my perpsective greatly. I'm not looking in on these people from America anymore. My vantage point is now from their darkness and that position makes me hungry for justice for them. It's my job and the job of this team to defend them. To declare justice on their behalf. Seeing the world from their side of the fence helps me crave what God has asked of me. In my selfish, relation-less heart, that hunger is hard to come by on my own.
Just a blessing from Kalingalinga.