The Malawian leaders helped them to answer the questions about their histories, while our team took photos, showed them samples, and demonstrated how to use the papers, colored pens, and stickers to decorate their books. Each family made good progress with their scrapbooks. We told them to return the next day with any other family members they would like to have pictures taken of, or to bring any photos from home they wanted to include in the books.
The next day, in God’s perfect timing, my lost luggage arrived with the rest of the scrapbook supplies, including alphabet stickers. The participants were excited to see them, and they all wanted to use the stickers to put their names in their books. At one point, I walked over to the woman with the six-week-old baby, and in her scrapbook, she was spelling out her name: R-A-B-E-C-C-A. How many women in Africa have that name? I can’t imagine very many. I felt as if God was saying to me, “I know that you are overwhelmed with all you have seen, but I am asking you to bring hope to one person at a time, and I am confirming that by connecting you with someone else who has your name.” I don’t think Rabecca will forget me, and I certainly will not forget her.
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