We often pray together in Kiswahili at Amani. I love when it is translated and I can hear the lovely expressions of my friends. Today, when we were praying there was no translation but, I recognized one word. It was “asante” or “thank you”. We were praying for sick children and parents, drunken neighbors, safety at home, school fees, and many matters of injustice. We didn’t talk about a lot of praises, yet I continued to hear Asante at what sounded like the beginning of each phrase.
My sisters where thanking God in the midst of their struggles. They were thanking Him profusely, abundantly – with joy in their hearts. It almost sounded as if they couldn’t stop. I understood very little. But one thing was unmistakable. We were praising and thanking Jesus together. Their lives are hard, my friends. But they are grateful for the ultimate salvation they receive through Jesus Christ our Lord – for His faithfulness – for all that is His character. I love these women. They remind me to say “thank you, Lord” – everyday, and in every circumstance.