I am blessed to be a witness….
Truly… why am I the one to be blessed to witness this. Every scene is a story….
The silhouette of a young girl carrying an empty bucket – a picture I want to take, but instead ask God to help me memorize it’s beauty…
The old muzai that leaning so far backwards to wave to me that he almost fell over…
The children balancing loads on their heads, removing their hands that were helping steady the load to wave to me…
The little girl sitting and drawing in the dirt, looks up with smiles and waves as I ride by…
The family all outside cooking and enjoying the last of the daylight, and calling out to me as I leave until tomorrow…
The children who are screaming to me across shambas so I will wave back….
The mamas carrying the daily wash on their heads, and greeting me warmly as I ride by…
The two boys who are jumping and yelling and waving wildly at the sight of me – they were sitting in a shallow puddle bathing…
The man carrying a tree down the goat path I walk home on, who is willing to let me pass first…
The boys bathing at the spring down in the valley about 100 meters from our home…
The amazing smell as I turned a corner on the path…
My neighbor who lovingly greets me as I return home from the day – he rushes to open the gate for me so I do not have to exert the effort…
The literally – HUNDREDS of faces I see everyday that smile at me as if I’ve done something other than just BE.
I wish I could paint the picture for you.
Only by the grace of God go I...go I.
I am blessed, I am blessed. I am blessed, I am blessed. I am blessed, I am blessed. I am blessed to be a witness….
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