Yesterday I went out into Dwaleni, one of the communities we work in here in S. Africa. It was the first time in 2 1/2 years. That’s a long time, in my opinion, but there’s a sweetness in it that I want to stay in. I found myself affected by the sights as if visiting Africa for the first time. Dilapidated shacks, malnourished children, teenage mothers, the scene hasn’t changed much in 2 1/2 years, but I found a renewed softness.
I remember all too well that place I was in 2 1/2 years ago…on the verge of burnout, literally feeling like I had nothing left to give, and wanting to crawl in a hole. I had become numb to that scene in my backyard. I want these familiar scenes to tug at my heart strings every.single.time, because they should, and they need to.
And how about that sweet, sweet smile? Joy isn’t about what you have, is it? It’s a choice we must make daily.
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