Memories of Ethiopia

Monday night I went to our women's fellowship at church Steve and stayed home with the children. After sending the boys and the babies to bed he had Addis & Abi stay up with him and they talked about Ethiopia. They remember that between the three sisters they had to share one injera. They remember that grandma used to carry sticks on her back and they would carry them in the front. They remember where they slept in their house of one room, and which wall they slept against. We took them to the Red Sea restaurant the next day so they could feel somewhat at home again. The owners loved up on them and spoke to them in Amharic. Unfortunately Abi Mulu couldn't understand some of what they were saying and it was sad. Sad that she is losing her first language and we can't help her any more than we are to retain it. Sad that they had to leave their family and their home in the first place. Sad that their mother died when they were young. Sad their family structure fractured due to death and poverty. Sad that sometimes life isn't fair. Sad. Devastating. Wrong. But! We have a heavenly father who places the poor, the hungry, the orphan into families. Thank you, Lord, that you provided for us and we are able to help their father love them, nuture them, shelter them, feed them, and bring them up for you. For this we are eternally grateful.