Thursday, April 26, 2012

Baraka


She is one of those women you look at and immediately know you are better for simply having met her. That something about her will change you and the way you look at the world forever.

I've come across only a handful of these women in my life. Most of them in Africa. And each one has left a remarkable imprint on my heart. And new wisdom in my mind.

She has a powerful mind and heart. But the most humble of spirits. Her passion for her country, her people, her work with women and children is overwhelmingly huge. She is the real deal. Brilliant. Strong. Confident. Soft. You look at her and you see light and hope. She is a servant in every sense of the word. She has given her entire life to helping Rwandan women and children heal from the genocide and its aftermath. She lives every moment for that purpose. To help mend her country's deep wounds and bring it hope once again.

She is a game changer. A leader. A world changer.

She is a counselor. And after the genocide, she realized the huge need for counselors in Rwanda. As well as the very low number of them. There were practically no counselors here. The culture tells people to hold their feelings in. To put on a strong face and simply...carry on. Rather than dealing with the very real and deep pain they experience.

But after the genocide, that was no longer a healthy option.

Baraka new this and decided to act. She created a program to train lay counselors. A program that takes ordinary people, one from each town. Perhaps someone who works in a church, a school, or an orphanage. Someone the town thinks has the skills a counselor would need.

She finds these normal Rwandan people and trains them in groups of 20 to become lay counselors. She has trained 4 groups so far.

Thanks to Baraka's huge heart and hard work, there are now 80 individuals scattered throughout Rwanda, all living in their own towns. Now equipped with skills in counseling. Who work with individuals in their community who need to process. To heal. To come back to life once again.

Just thinking about the numbers is remarkable. Say each one of those counselors works with 100 people after being trained. That's 8,000 Rwandans who will receive help in mental and emotional health thanks to Baraka. But the numbers are undoubtedly more. And she continues to train more and more Rwandans. She is now working on her fifth group of 20 people.

She has made a lasting impact on Rwanda. Brought healing to so many. Forgiveness to so many. Health to so many. She has grown Rwanda's next generation of leaders. And made mental health a more valued concern in Rwanda.

Upon talking to Baraka, she asked me where in the US I was from. I told her Texas, and she said that she had been there. To San Antonio, Austin, and Dallas. Just before this conversation, I had been telling her how beautiful I think her country is. That I loved the never-ending mountains. The lush green. The beautiful sky. When I told her I was from Dallas, she said, "Oh...I see now why you think Rwanda is so pretty!" I could not stop laughing for the life of me. She knew. She knew how ugly, flat, barren, and brown my home was. And so she knew that I was being genuine when I said I loved Rwanda's beauty.

As we kept talking, I told Baraka that I was a student soon to graduate from studying psychology, and that I wanted to be a counselor someday.

And Baraka said to me:

"Ahh! That is very good. You know, the need is so great, but there are only so many of us. Like it says in the Bible, the harvest is plenty, but the workers are few."

I breathed in every bit of what she said to me. I had not thought about it that way before. Obviously the need is great. For hope and healing and empowerment. But there are not enough counselors out there to find and help all those in need. And right then...it hit me...

If this is something on my heart, something I feel called to do, rather than wondering why that is or what it might look like, I owe it to the world to do it.

There is a great need. And at least some part of me feels called toward that need. I have to honor that. To follow that. To trust that God has placed counseling on my heart because that is why he created me and how he desires to use me.

If the harvest is plenty, but the workers are few. And if I feel some part of my heart yearning to be one of those workers. I have to. I cannot be lazy. I cannot waste time and energy doubting , questioning, wondering. I must respond. Act. Prepare. And go.

To say that Baraka was inspiring is an understatement.

She is a reminder of the power within us to see a problem and make a change. That we are never too small nor the problem too big. To fight for your dreams. Follow your passions. Work tirelessly for good even in the midst of evil. Of what it looks like to be a servant. To dedicate your life to something bigger than yourself. To invest in your community. Your country. Your world. Of selflessness. Kindness. Humility. Passion. Dedication. Hope. Faith. Genuineness. Strength. Courage.

Baraka is one of those few people in the world who has looked suffering, evil, disaster, and darkness straight in the eye and said, we will not settle for this. We will fight it. Change it. And replace it with hope, light, and strength.

She is a wise woman with a warm heart and humble spirit. Who has taken the passions and skills given to her and used them to change the world. One individual, one heart, at a time.

Baraka is a remarkably strong and powerful woman. A game changer. A leader. A world changer. One who I will never forget.

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