Sent to Rwanda

A couple of weeks before Easter, our Ladies Bible study (following the IF: Equip online daily Bible reading) began a study of the days leading up to Jesus death, His death and resurrection. It started with Jesus’ last supper with His disciples and the first communion supper. Immediately, I started reflecting on communion and then started reading about Passover. My limited knowledge of Passover consisted of assisting in a Vacation Bible School center about Passover. It was a while back, so I remember eating lamb and spray-painting the doorpost to look like the lamb’s blood for the passing over of the angel of death. I have a funny personality quirk, when I start looking into something I obsess over it. I want to read everything I can find and share with everyone what I’m learning. It’s a thing, get used to it. I was fixed on Passover. I began to read about Christians who have an adapted Passover meal, which includes the fulfillment of Christ. Then, I found out that one of my goo

I wish I would’ve had a recorder out for the discussion I was a part of on April 7, 2015. My housemates--Janet and Sandra--and I decided to have a dinner accompanied with reflection and prayer for the memorial of the 1994 Genocide against the Tutsis where 1 million people were killed in 100 days. One of the girls from Duhu 2 is our neighbor and attends church with us. She’s been spending time with us on her break from university holiday, so it seemed natural to invite her to this dinner. She was the only Rwandan and I had a mix of emotions with her attendance. I wanted her there, because she is becoming a dear friend, but I was anxious in not knowing if something we would do or say might offend or hurt our friend. During dinner, I was nervous thinking how if I had just come from a solemn event, I wouldn’t want to attend something with people laughing and being loud. We ate and then Janet began to share that God had put Isaiah 61 on her heart as a message for Rwanda. We went around

Last year, I was on a small break from my life. I had taken an unplanned trip to the US for a little R&R…Ok, let me be honest, I was bonkers. I was a little crazy and needed to get my head back on straight. Here’s the short of it, I had tried to do too much in Rwanda on my own strength. Christine Caine said at this year’s IF Gathering, “If you put yourself up there, you have to keep yourself there.” And man, I was trying, but I was tired. I was worn out, I was done. In February 2014, I was at my parent’s home, sitting in the recliner, in my OU hoodie, under my OU blanket (just trying to paint a picture for you). Someone had posted something somewhere about something called IF: . I clicked on the link and it took me to this live feed out of Austin, TX and this small blonde lady said something about that IF God is real, then we ought to start living like it. It caught my attention, what kind of women’s conference starts with saying IF God is real… I mean, they know He’s real, duh.