…we have seen very little in the 12 short hours we have been in Ethiopia; however, one this very present.
At some level, everything here seems to be broken or at least less than perfect, but as I begin to look intently into that brokenness I am seeing something greater there than I could have ever imagined.
From the dark & seemingly dangerous road we travelled to arrive at our guest house, to the stack tires used as a basin for washing the linen, to the broken stones that serve as our protecting fence there is a confident beauty to find if you will only pause to notice.
…as I open the window of our room, the slight smell of stove fires burning tells me that I am in a different place with a different people in seemingly a different time.
I already have a hundred stories and thoughts to explore…
I will not be here long enough to ever fully understand what they all mean…