So I got a crazy e-mail this past week from one of my friends who is also a French-speaking missionary on the other side of the world on a little island off of Africa called the French Reunion, and she is going to be transferred from this little island to Madagascar in a couple of weeks. This doesn’t seem as if it would be that big of a change since it is all around Africa, but as far as I can tell, the French Reunion is a little more like France and Madagascar is a little more like the rest of Africa. I’m actually very excited for my friend because, having lived in Africa for four months, I know how incredible of an experience being there really is. I have been reflecting quite a bit about the experiences that I had in the Ivory Coast and how it definitely contrasts with my mission and life now.
I can remember everything as if I had just left there yesterday, and I really do miss being there. I’m not sure if I will ever have a chance to go back and visit there, but I will always remember the things that I experienced and saw in the Ivory Coast, such as people carrying things on their heads as they walk down the road. I can still remember a little girl that stopped my companion and I to ask for help in carrying a huge jug of water on her head. She was probably between the ages of 6 and 8, and she asked if we could help her lift the jug so she could stand up because when she got it on her head it was too heavy for her to stand up. Once she was upright with the jug on her head, however, she set off for home, balancing the jug as it was the lightest thing in the world. Even though I know it was not very light because I helped her to lift it up, this experience reminded me of something very important.