For the first time this past week, I relied on the wheels of a taxi to help me get to where I was going. I was with two other young ladies, one who knows some Zarma (a local dialect) and another who knows French. We were venturing out to find a new friend of my roommate, a young lady who lives in a nearby "suburb" (i.e. village) on the outskirts of the city. She is trying to learn English, hoping to someday go to the States for an education. We chatted a bit with the taxi driver, who was very gracious (even after we made a wrong turn). When we reached our destination, he refused to take any money! One of God's many blessings: my first taxi ride was free.
At the end of our time together, we met her father and mother. Her father was so grateful for our visit. He said that they do not know many Christians and it was a blessing to have us at their home. Please pray for this family, and others like them, as they face rejection by many for their faith. What an eye-opening experience for me. The Lord used it to give me perspective and to remember the reality of where I am living. It is easy to forget this reality when I live day to day on Sahel's campus, in a kind of "American bubble." Please pray that I am guided by the Lord in all areas of ministry, whether on or off campus.
|Walking together through the sand to our new friend's house.|