This week during his sermon our pastor said the word rubbish - and when I heard this word I was instantly transported back to Kasupe, Zambia. And I miss it. I miss the children, the dirt, the fellowship of the AWANA Zambia team, the vendors at the craft fair, and the presence of God that was felt as Jerry prayed. I had never before literally felt power in a prayer - and I miss being in his presence as he communes with our Lord. Awww, who would have thought that the word garbage or, more precisely, rubbish would mean so much to me??
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