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Today’s word is: Joy.
Indescribable. Incandescent. Uncontainable. Overarching.
The past two years have been the most difficult years of my life as I served in rural South Africa with the Peace Corps. Living amid abject poverty day in and day out was soul-crushing. Difficult beyond imagination.
But in it, there was so much joy.
I met so many people who radiated joy, happiness, and hopefulness. Who filled my day with brightness and open their hearts to me.
As I think back on the last two years of my life, I see the joy, not the hardships. I see the love, not the pain. Yes, I remember the difficulties, those times I lay sobbing on my bed, overcome with feelings of homesickness and defeat.
But more than that, I remember the excitement in my learners’ eyes when I taught them. I remember volunteers happily working together, planting the soil with seeds and hope of a better future for their families. I remember weddings and jubilant singing and dancing during staff meetings.
I remember the joy, and it puts a smile on my face.
I remember the times when I would teach preschoolers my African name. How they would stop calling me “lekgoa” (white person) and start calling me by my African name, Keamogetswe (literally meaning I am welcomed). And how much happiness that gave me.
The Lord has blessed me immensely the last few years, sharing His love for others with me and allowing me to see joy in the most difficult of circumstances, time and time again. And I pray that I can radiate His joy for those around me.