This morning our gate bell went. Everyone was where they were to be ... so who was it?
Boniface our day guard came to say that it was two women and he thought they were beggars.
Serge went to check.
Indeed two women were at the gate
Congolese refugee women.
Both widows - their husbands killed for being Rwandan heritage Congolese citizens
One had seven children and I didn't get how many the other had.
They had walked from the Byumba Camp to
looking for anything they could find - food, money, clothes, a job... Kigali
It takes over an hour to drive to Byumba ... not sure how long it would take to walk .
Our hearts broke.
You see... with the current events in Congo, so many - thousands upon thousands - have lost their hope to once again live on the land that has been in their families for centuries. These women and their children are a product of that.
They have been in the Byumba Camp for five months.
From the statistics and realities in the Kiziba Camp which we work in, I am sure they are not registered and there have not been given a home, a monthly food ration or any access to any other amenities within the camp. Who knows when that will happen, so ... they walked to
try to find means to provide for their family. Kigali
Serge gave them each money - enough to take the bus back to Byumba and get some food for themselves and their children. He also urged them to not beg in
. Who knows who could take advantage of
them and when what about their children. We pray that they take this to heart. Kigali
My heart was heavy as we left to take Isabella to the doctor.
The women had been so grateful for what we had done for them but I know that the money won't last long.
I also know that Serge's heart is so weighted down with the happenings in
and the realization that his
people have no home. Congo
I about cried when I thought about us taking Isabella to the doctor, just because we could, to get her checked out for whatever is ailing her.
I prayed today many times that if God would want it, our gate bell could be rung by any refugee who needs help. May they somehow find their way to our gate and may we be home to be able to respond to their needs as we're directed to.
Just what I'm reflecting on tonight...