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God often does His most transformative work in the quiet places—those moments we might miss if we rush through life too quickly. As the days pass and I grow a little older, I’m learning the importance of slowing down, paying attention, and letting the small blessings speak. This week has been full of them—so many, in fact, that choosing just one would be impossible.
What amazes me most is how a group of people from different regions, cultures, and backgrounds can come together with a shared purpose: to serve. We arrived with different skills, personalities, and life stories, yet somehow God wove us into a team. And no matter what role each of us played this week, every person made an impact. We’ve left fingerprints on one another’s hearts—whether we like it or not—and I know these impressions will stay with us forever.
I’ve also loved watching relationships form in the simplest ways. Even the briefest interactions can build unexpected connections. A smile of recognition. A warm handshake. A shared laugh while playing peek-a-boo with a child. These tiny encounters become bridges—between us and our patients, between strangers and new friends, between communities that suddenly don’t feel so far apart.
Another lesson etched deeply into my soul this week is this: stuff is just stuff. We spend so much of our lives collecting, upgrading, and worrying about things that ultimately don’t matter. But here, I’ve met people who have very little, yet radiate joy, gratitude, and contentment. Their lives whisper a quiet truth that many in our fast-paced world need to hear: happiness isn’t found in possessions, but in gratitude, faith, and community.
As we’ve moved between villages, the economic differences have been striking. Each place carries its own challenges and its own strengths. Each day, we find ourselves asking how we can offer more—how we can support, uplift, and walk alongside these communities in a way that honors their dignity and reflects God’s love.
This week has reminded me that transformation rarely arrives with noise or fanfare. More often, it grows in small, holy moments—moments God uses to shape us, stretch us, and open our eyes. And if we slow down long enough to notice them, we discover that these moments aren’t small at all. They’re everything.
