This summer, I fulfilled a six year long dream of going to Rwanda on a mission trip. My dad has been there 4 times, I have heard about countless trips there, and I have a sponsor sister living in Kigali who I have gotten to know through facebook for the last five years. On this specific trip, we worked with a sponsorship ministry called Imana Kids which has helped create lives for about 80 kids who had been victimized in an unregistered orphanage until about four years ago. It was one of the coolest mission experiences I've been a part of because my trip leaders were the couple that started the ministry and shut down the orphanage to begin with. They were basically parents to these kids and were invested in them wholeheartedly, not just in providing for their physical needs but in helping them go to college and get jobs. The most amazing part of the trip was the second day because it was such a testament to the love they have for their kids (and vise versa) and the redemption that has occured in these kids' lives. We got to attend the wedding of the oldest of their boy. All the kids came, and it was one of the most celebratory and worshipful events I have experienced. I felt so honored to be a part of it, and it taught me a lot about the importance of worshiping and praising God.
