This past weekend we had the privilege of visiting a little village in Southern Africa. Upon arrival we were welcomed with open arms and joyfully received by this precious community.
Different members of the community opened their homes and hosted us. We were overwhelmed by their incredible spirit of hospitality. These beautiful families offered us their best. They honoured us by inviting us to sleep in their beds and rest in their homes. They acted out of a spirit of generosity.
Many of the homes in the village do not have running water and use outdoor latrines. As we walk through the village, I spot a community well on the edge of the road where I am once again reminded of the extreme luxuries I grew up with in Canada that I have so often taken for granted.
Despite poverty and trying circumstances, I am overwhelmed by their joy and smiles. There is something so beautiful and pure in the faces of those who have learnt to live in content and in hope.
As I enjoyed my surroundings and my time in the village, I managed to capture a few of my favourite moments on camera. Children playing in wheel barrel, precious moments with little Portia, a cow walking down the road, locals cooking a delicious meal for us over pots on an open fire, and a beautiful landscape.
Sometimes the simple things in life seem to capture my attention the most.
Host someone at your house. Even if only for a few hours or maybe even overnight, share what you have. Perhaps you could invite a friend over, a relative, an elderly neighbour, or an out of town guest. Give them your best.
Share something. When I feel like I have nothing worth sharing, I am reminded of the generosity of many of the poorest people I have met in the world who are willing to share and bless others with the very little they have.