There are some faces I’ll never forget. And as God would have it, there was a face from Rwanda I would never forget.
It was eight years ago, and we were waiting to go have lunch at the missionary compound by Kibagora Hospital. We had a little time, so our team decided to do some silly songs with the children. One of the children became attached to me. She couldn’t have been older than 3 at the time, and after only a short few minutes she wouldn’t leave my side and needed to be holding my hand.
At one point she laid on my lap and asked me if she could bring me home with her. I cried as the translator pried her out of my arms because she was holding on to me so tightly. As I walked away I knew I couldn’t look back because my heart would have just broke worse than it already was doing.
I had thought of her often, and a picture of her and I was my profile picture on Facebook for quite a while.
When I knew I was returning to Rwanda I didn’t even think to pray to see her again. She was young when I met her, and we were going to a place an hour and a half away from where I had met her… five hours if she were to walk. We had about 50 children, from a district that has 1000’s, and she wouldn’t be of age to come to camp.
I would never forget her face though, enough to recognize her when she grew up, and when God would lead me back to Rwanda and have her be assigned to my small group at camp. She was sitting two seats away from me.