From my friend Lauren. A look into a fellow missionary’s life in Tanzania.
he has a problem with you.
he needs to speak with you.
he needs to ask you for a favor.
you won’t know what to say.
you won’t know what to do.
you’ll try your best to help with the solution.
this cycle is becoming all too common lately. there’s a part of me that longs to not hear it. with the first murmur of anashida na wewe, my heart starts pumping faster and i can hear dixie chicks singing “ready to run” in my head. just kidding. that’s what i do when things get serious, i tell awkward jokes. oh well.
so yesterday, the cycle beckoned, and i couldn’t avoid. i stood on the shores of redemption and new life, and listened as the chief talked about fading life. there was a woman in his village that tried to have an abortion and now she needed to get to…
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