Moments To Live For

July 12

Last night we went to a prayer meeting at a church in the village of Kpakpara which sits on the top of a hill. Through the open window I watched lightning dance across the sky as a distant storm slowly approached. A single small light served as illumination for the whole church and cast a dim glow on the face of my little friend, Dieudonne, who joined the adults in singing “Hallelujah” in the most beautiful voice I’ve heard come from a child’s lungs. As I listened to the soft beat of the drum of the worship I felt the heartbeat of the precious little girl named Asaria who had fallen asleep in my arms. I stood in awe wishing our time there would never end. I could feel God so near and felt more alive than ever. These are the moments I live for.