They sit. On the ground, on a piece of mat, on a stool, on a broken chair. In the shade, necessarily in the shade. Or covered with a piece of cloth, especially their heads. They sit to survive the heat. I understand them. And I don’t understand either. I understand that the bodies are exhausted. […]
Mozambique
At the end
It was dark and damp. I was washing the dishes after dinner. By a tourist lamp. In water from a bucket that my husband had just brought from the well. It was pouring outside. It had already been a day without electricity. The fridge had stopped keeping the last of the cold. We had to […]
Home
When I arrive in Poland, all the Mozambican hardships are forgotten. My experiences flatten out on the way to the airport. I can at best count them, and not very conscientiously. The time that has passed is shortened, as if these long months were just a hazy moment. A brief memory. And yet they are […]
Uncomfortable missions
It is uncomfortable in Mozambique. I had never thought about this country and myself there this way before. This conclusion was born maybe two weeks after arriving in Poland. At another breakfast together, when the hardships of the last months were just a safe memory. As safe as it was far away at that moment. […]
Why missions?
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and try to remind myself how I got here. As a child, I imagined my future at the desk. Either as a clerk or a writer. I did not dream about long journeys. I dreamed of predictability. When I started following Jesus, my dreams were wider. But not […]
Inconvenient church
What if we would deprive the Sunday service of the nice form? If we would not meet in a nice place, with decorations, lamps and comfortable chairs? What if this place would be too warm or too cold? What if after the service it would be not possible to drink coffee and eat a good […]
Another day in a village
I haven’t seen them in three months, and they are the same. Real. This is what I like best about meeting them. They are who they are. They bring with them matters they currently live with. They talk about them. And that’s not always the case here. More often not. It is thanks to the […]
They are not here
I wanted to go slow. As long as it takes. And with no photos. My dilemma. Visit all twenty five families just for a moment or stay, but only with a few. This time we stay, with no regrets. We believe that God who connected us with the displaced families knows their needs and our […]
6/ My way to Mozambique
I was right in my place. My work was to love full time. Imperfectly, but always looking at Jesus. However, I quickly noticed a desire in my heart for something more. It’s hard to describe it. I just came to Lodz, turning my life upside down. Only because of Him. But what was burning inside […]
(Un)equal
I am afraid that through these words I may widen a gap. But what I want them to do is to make it smaller. I am sorry if I do this carelessly. I learn along the way. I was brought up in such a way that I do not divide people according to the color […]