Went to church today. I love listening to the choir and all the hand drums. Such beautiful worship, even if I only catch the occasional Mawu (God) and don't know the rest of the words.
After church we came upstairs for lunch and hung out with the family. All of David & Celestines children are here to visit Matt - Clementina, Blessed (& her son Enom) and Princilla & Jeremiah (who live here still). This was Matt's first time seeing his grandson in person, and it's been a long time since he's seen the other kids, so it was a good time for some reconnecting.
After a while we decided to take a walk to the beach (the one I can see out my bedroom window). Doche went with us and we relaxed under a grass hut for a little while, enjoying the cool breeze and the presence of God.
This is the stuff we're here to do: be open to God, following HIS path, not our own. To be sensitive to His Spirit, not to pass by things like this. It only took a few minutes out of our time, but we chose to answer God. So many people were sitting around watching the little girl cry her eyes out.
How many times do we just sit and watch, back in the US? How many times do we just walk past a person in need?