All I could see when I looked in the mirror was grief.

We were all smashed together, a vibrating mass of humanity, with a man and his son in the middle and the little boy saying I want to follow God and have a new beginning. In his seven years he probably had not done much to be forgiven of.

It may not have been the very first night. I suspect the first night in Maputo we were so exhausted that we didn’t hear a peep after traveling from Chicago to London to Johannesburg, South Africa, to Maputo, Mozambique, with 3 children, 14 tubs, 6 carry-ons, and countless farewells.