My name is Autumn Buzzell and I live and work in Ghana, West Africa with City of Refuge Ministries. Here, I run our school, Faith Roots International Academy, and get to be a part in rescuing and the healing of children who have been trafficked into the fishing trade, orphaned, abandoned, and those who just need a little extra loving. What an amazing gift this life is!

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Thursday, May 30, 2013


It's rainy season and I love rainy season.

The humidity builds up and builds up in the air.  And then it seems like the clouds simply couldn't hold in the moisture anymore and it begins to rain.

And usually these rains don't just come with a mild pitter patter.  They come with waves of water, beating down loudly on our tin roofs.  School almost becomes impossible as the students can't hear over the booming thunder of rain.  The gutters pour rivers down from the rooftops, flooding the land.

And the air becomes cool.  As it if has given a sigh of relief.

And we breath a sigh of relief too.

There are days when the rain is just a drizzle.  A gradual release.  The pitter patter soothes the flustered soul and the humidity seems to disappear (as much as it can) for the day. 

It was like that today.  A slow, sleepy kind of day that makes you want to stay curled up in bed.  But instead, I was in the school, listening to the pitter patter on the roof in time to the pitter patter of little feet in the hallway.

I like these kind of days.  Despite the busy-ness that surrounds me here, I am reminded of the gentle presence of the One who sent the rain.

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