The team has fallen...fallen into the Cameroonian time zone. When we walk, we casually shuffle (back in an hour means--maybe 2 hours). When we talk, we dialogue for hours. When we sing, we sweat from the dancing. When we pray, we are asked to pray more. Cameroonian time means longer, slower, and definitely deeper.
Yesterday was filled with home visits, enjoying the market place, and indulging ourselves deeper into the culture. We joined the city wide pray meeting last night in a massive stone dirt floor--unfinished-- Baptist church. The sounds of youth gathering in the night hours crying out for their nation. Different styles, different perspectives...but one heart-- Cameroom will see change by the Spirit of God.
Today-- the Hotpic Orphange. 100+ children waiting for us to join them. The Agenda: LOVE, FUN, LAUGHTER, SINGING, and FINGER PAINTING. Then off to a "going away party" with all the students that we have so intimately connected with over the last week. One final AMAZING Cameroonian meal, and it off to our 20+ hour journey home.
We have passed through so many times zones...including the time zones of our heart. The team has been tested with agendas changing last minute, things taking 3x as longer to get done then expected, waiting and waiting just because its the culture, and facing restlessness and exhaustion all at the same time. They have persevered and demonstrated such grace and love! They entered the Cameroonian time zone and took it on with great style.
We are headed home...our hearts filled with beautiful images and memories frozen in time!
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