My thoughts

My thoughts

The other day I had my eyes closed for a moment
and my thoughts went back.
Back to last year, when I was in Malawi.
Back in time...
I realised that now nothing,
nothing is the same anymore.
A lot has changed in a year,
yes, a lot has happened too.

My thoughts moved on again
and I saw Kwanjana before me.
A village that now has a primary school.
A village where even more children now get food.
But also a village where there are no longer the same houses.
A village where storm Freddy has gone wild.

And yet, I see satisfaction.
Satisfaction or is it perhaps gratitude?
Gratitude for things that are there
and a hint of hope for things to come.

The people are strong.
No not the people, God is giving them strength.
Strength and courage to rebuild.
To build a new future.
To build a strong community.
Shrugging shoulders together.
Defeating poverty together.
Together in dependence on Him.
Together, step by step.