|Greeting Tate and I didn't even cry this time - well barely|
|As promised I brought Kevin|
Before we left Boise, her grandson Kamana had said, “Please will you FaceTime me when you are with my grandma. I want to see her face again.” And that was the very, very, very best part of our visit. Watching them look at each other’s faces. Kamana who loves his grandmother so much. I’ve never met a person who loves his family as much as Kamana does. Twenty-three year old Kamana. A new father. Works full time. Is a university student. Yet, still he takes his four nieces and nephews to the park or the fun center in Boise most Sunday afternoons. I think his son Gavin is going to have a pretty sweet life.
|Tate and Kamana FaceTime while Uncle Theo looks on|
|Telling Tate the story of the sweater|
Kevin talked with Uncle Theo, Tate’s son with whom she lives, about farming and what crops they are growing and how life is for them. I asked if all their children are in school. They are. All four of them. This is a huge blessing.
Cousin Gentille married since I last saw her and I was so excited to give her a hug. She looked radiant and confident as a newly married woman, and so changed from the shy young woman I met last year.
As we prepared to leave, we stood together for a family photo. Because we are a family.
|Some of our Rwandan family|
|Tate, making sure the family photo is a good one|
When I arrived at the car Kevin was surrounded by children he was teaching to play hacky sack. They caught on quickly since they play the same game with soccer balls.
Next to the car, our fantastic driver and good friend John was playing with a dozen neighborhood children. Children flock to him. He had them all in a group singing. Rwanda may have a heartbreaking past, but today they love big. They love children, and I learn so much from them about love and generosity.
Indeed, I don’t know why God loves me so much and has brought me twice to this beloved family.
Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love. 1 Corinthians 13
Read Friends on a Thousand Hills - Rwanda Part 8 here