I remember her for her singing and dancing. She would come to Bible Club and lead the kids in dancing and singing for hours without rest. She would then close by saying in both English and Chichewa, "God is good, all the time and all the time, God is good. Alleluia? Alleluia!"
I remember her for the smiles and laughter that were so much a part of her. The happiness that wanted to spill over into others lives. The joy she had from knowing Jesus was evident from that glow her face held.
I remember her for the big hugs she would give that made me miss home less. The kind of hugs that made you feel like something was being communicated from the heart; that encompassed you with care and love and joy.
I remember her for welcoming me into her house, sharing what she had. I remember her proudly showing her photo album- her wedding day. I remember her and her husband walking me home that Sunday. And then today I got this...
"So I am alone and I am feeling very painful in my heart. And I want you Amy to help me in your prayer. Please, please, help me. My life in Jesus now is going down, because of problems in my life. So please help me in your prayer."
I see her now, in her small house. Broken down in tears. Missing her husband who left her for someone else. Everything- her family, her strong faith, her possessions, her health- taken away. The smiles and laughter, gone. The dancing and singing, now mournful. Her arms longing for a hug. Her soul longing for comfort.
"I am in trouble, my friend. (why?)"
I love you Chisomo. Today my heart is far away.
