Readjusting to the First World. {A Guest Post}

Two weeks ago, I traveled with Compassion International to Tanzania and in the course of 5 days my heart and emotions were completely transformed. And I can’t seem to find my way back.


I’m having a hard time figuring out how to process all that I heard and saw in Tanzania. Part of the problem stems from the fact that I poured so much of my heart and emotion into my writing while I was there that I’m having a hard time writing since I’ve returned. I have actually wondered if maybe I have written all that I can. After seeing and experiencing all of that emotional energy in just one week, I’m not sure if I have much left to write about.


But than I remember the kids – children who exude love, who pray with urgency, who laugh freely and live life under the banner that it’s all about Jesus. Kids who have nothing and everything and greet life with wide, bright smiles. Children who were made in His image. Children who have hope despite conditions that look entirely hopeless. I think about these kids and I know that I can’t stop writing because this life and this world are full of beauty.


I want to capture every moment that I can and record it as a love song to the Creator who still works miracles. Some of what I see and write will be only for me and my God. I’m in a stage right now where I need to journal all the emotions rather than blog about them. I can’t process the inner most workings of my heart on the internet because I end up writing with a filter. An edited prayer loses it’s power pretty quickly.


So I spend my time thinking and remembering and writing privately and asking God to replenish the well spring of my words. There are still things to share and stories to tell. Stories like the day I sat on a cold, hard bench and watched as a group of children held their hands up high, moved their feet to the beat and sang with passion, “It’s all about you, Jesus!”

These are children who have so little. Many of them live in mud huts without power and electricity, without the flashing lights of the outside world telling them there’s more. They get it so much more deeply than I do because they aren’t distracted from the Truth. It’s all about Him.


It’s all about Jesus.


And so I sit and I remember and I talk to my God and ask Him to speak through me that I may encourage others the way those children encouraged me. For now, the fountain feels dry but I trust that with time I will find the words again.


Are you interested in sponsoring a child in Tanzania? You can do so here. I promise that though it seems like something so small and insignificant, it isn’t. Not to the child who receives your support. To that child, your sponsorship is hope for a future.



Kelli is a freelance writer from Tampa, Florida who chronicles the daily joys and hilarity of life as a minivan mom on her personal blog Minivans Are Hot.
*all photos by Keely Scott


  1. Loved this post! I saw that video during the trip and literally cried my eyes out. So moving to see these beautiful kids praising the Lord with abandon!

    Jessica, you’ve done so well with these guests posts! I have asked repeatedly for volunteers to guest post on BFTB, but so far, no takers. I think I’m still just a small fish in a big sea of blogs. ;)

    • Jessica says:

      Well, I hand-picked them and emailed them directly to beg their cooperation. Try that in the future! ;)

  2. Both of our sponsored children are in Tanzania. Wish I could’ve been there!

  3. Thanks, Jessica, for the chance to write for you. I am still processing all of this. It is all still raw and real, but God is big and real and I’m grateful for His miracles. :)

  4. thank you for sharing…..I founded when you traveled. praying for you. grace


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