For a reason

I have always believed God has a sense of humor but when he moved us to Africa I knew it was true. I knew he wouldn't give us more than we could handle; but again, that was tested in the first 3 months we were here. I wondered every day why in the world I was in Africa. I always said I would never move back to Houston much less Africa. Even though we are here for Kenny's work I still feel like God has us here for another reason and I think it is slowly unfolding. Sometimes I think we are caught up in trying to find that reason that we actually look past it. I truly feel like the three locals that help me everyday are part of the reason I am here. I wonder everyday if I am doing enough for them. The one thing that I keep hearing is I am like their mother and I always take care of them by offering them food, drinks or whatever it is they need. I never thought anything about it because everyone always says I am just like my mom, making sure everyone is happy. I now see that I am truly my mom, but I am ok with that. I think Mary did the same thing...she was the mother that took care of us all. So I am happy to act like my mom. I think the motherly actions speak a lot louder than any money or material items. I still pray daily that God will continue to show me how I can help in this city filled with so many people that need help. I know I can not help everyone in Luanda but I can at least help the three that help me everyday. I can truly say that I have made three friends that I will never forget and I hope my kids never forget them either. God has blessed us in so many ways and I hope I can continue to pay it forward.