Coming Home

There are few things in life that bring me as much joy as stepping off a plane after 20 hours onto Rwandan soil. That aside, there is NOTHING that brings me joy like walking through the gate at Les Enfants de Dieu. 

Friday afternoon after far too many days in between, I finally saw my beautiful boys.  The center has grown and changed since my last visit.  The dormitory is finished and most of the buildings that stood on my first visit nearly 4 years ago  no longer exist.  There are many new faces and many new little boys-a lot of the older ones are either back home, away at secondary school or in vocational training.  But I was still greeted by so many bright faces and wonderful beings. 

I saw my Spiderman (for those of you who followed last time you will remember my stories) and I had to choke back my tears.  He came running from across the center- full speed into my arms, I don't think life gets much better than that.  The magic of my neverland is still very much there and my lost boys all seem to be doing quite well.  I always say it is a place, that may have flaws, but allows so many who have had it so hard to be children again.  I asked many of them how old they now were, most of them seemed to have grown younger or had miraculously not aged at all.  It is a place where at least for the little ones, for now, growing up is optional. 

I feel exhausted, but a great exhausted.  It feels like I have come home.