I arrived at Kansas City International Airport on Friday. To my eyes it seems to be 200 years ahead of the Bamako airport. So clean, efficient and peaceful. Brandon was there with his daughter Sofia to greet me and take me to their home. I am always hosted in a very luxurious manner- with no regard to the strong smell of smoke I carried from all of the fires in Bamako.
On Saturday I met Brandon’s friend Adam, a strong Christian who was laying carpet. We also visited a Farmer’s Market, which reminds me a little bit of markets in Mali. The produce was fresh and farmers sold what they had grown. It is a good system.
Next we visited the Medical Mission Foundation warehouse for the packing party for the upcoming Uganda mission. I was happy and surprised to see so many familiar faces. There were many people that had been to Mali on missions. Over 60 doctors, nurses and other people preparing for a non-profit mission, making the whole world a 1st class healing machine. It amazes me to see this.
Everyone was introduced around a circle. Most people have very short names and say them very fast. I was thinking about how to shorten my name. Before I could finish thinking it was my turn and my problem was unsolved. So everyone had to witness when I said “I-bra-hi-ma” very slowly. It was a fun moment when everyone laughed.
It is so reassuring and comforting to see healthy devoted old friends while discovering new ones. I am so thankful for medical missionaries. Many of the people already support Grace school and others wanted to learn more. It was a very good day. God is good!
“You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”