our last day meeting with them I washed and massaged their hands and my friend katie painted their nails. some great girly bonding time.

the ladies were all laughing and talking in Zulu while i was massaging their hands and so i asked Phindele (our translator) what all the fuss was about and she tells me that they think its funny how white my hands are compared to them! of all the things, they were teasing about how pale i am 🙂

but honestly, there is something really special about washing others. when i went to mexico over thanksgiving my team washed many of the students hair halfway through our trip (cause of lack of showers) and it was such a precious experience. it brings people together, laughing and joking. a truely humble act of servanthood that stimulates life in a community.


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