when we started descending on Ethiopia, it hit me. I'm in AFRICA. it still feels like a dream. this is the view I saw: green mountains. breathtaking. it's like God got out His (rather large) paintbrush and painted streaks of purple-brown on these mountains. next, you see the patches of soil. the soil looks like a pathway of different shades of brown. but, the way it looked, I could see how the God of the universe cared enough to put that tree there or that soil there. as we continued our decent, I began to see the houses. if you could call them that. the roofs were made of any scrap metal these people could find. you could see each village and each dirt road connecting people to society. it's amazing to think God spent his time on us and them. He doesn't owe us anything, but instead we owe him everything. But, He still cares about every baby, teenager, adult, and everything in between.
in my journal I wrote this: "he's taught me so much already. he is my protector, comforter, and a caring provider. he orchestrated an amazing group of people to go love. he protected me on the planes. and he never leaves my side."
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