A few years ago, I met someone who candidly shared that he had lost his faith in God after his mother passed away. He described how he had prayed earnestly, pleaded with God, and truly believed she would be healed. But when she died, he could no longer see the purpose in believing in a God who, in his eyes, hadn’t answered.
After our wedding, I moved to Seattle to join my husband, who was already living there. We had the privilege of getting to know a dear pastor—a kind and humble man we were introduced to through a mutual friend.
He and his wife welcomed us with such grace, and we quickly got to know and love them, their family, and the congregation they faithfully led. Not long after we joined the church, he was diagnosed with leukemia. In his 60s.
We prayed. Oh, how we prayed.
Tearful, fervent prayers. Prayers in Jesus’ name. Prayers from a church that believed God is able to heal any illness. Prayers from friends who couldn’t imagine this story ending in death.
But a year later—he was gone.
Those are the prayers that sit heavy in the soul. The ones whispered through tears in the dead of night. At hospital bedsides. In war zones. Dorm rooms. Decision tables. The ones we end the “right” way: “In Jesus’ name, amen.”
And yet— some of them are met with silence. Doors stay shut. Suffering lingers. The miracle doesn’t come. A loved one dies.
If you’ve been there too— you’re not alone. And you’re not doing it wrong.
I’m sharing what I’ve come to understand about what it truly means to pray in Jesus’ name, and why, even then, the answers we receive may not look the way we hoped or imagined.
The Misunderstood Promise
Jesus says in John 14:13–14:
“And whatever you ask in My name, that I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask anything in My name, I will do it.”
This verse has been quoted in revival meetings, and quiet morning devotions. But it’s often misunderstood.
To ask in Jesus’ name is not just a magic phrase that flips a switch—it means:
Asking under His authority, like an ambassador.
Asking in alignment with His will, not just our desires.
Asking with the goal of glorifying the Father, not gratifying the flesh.
It’s not a blank check. It’s an invitation to pray like Jesus would pray.
And here’s the hard truth: Even when you do that—sometimes, the answer might still be NO.
Let’s look in the Bible, when the faithful heard “NO”
This is not new. Scripture is full of God-loving, Spirit-led people who prayed with pure hearts—and didn’t get what they asked for.
✦ Moses
He led God’s people through the wilderness. He talked with God face to face. And he prayed:
“Let me go over and see the good land…” (Deut 3:25)
God said NO.
Moses didn’t get to enter the Promised Land. His journey ended on a mountain—overlooking it, but not stepping foot. Faithful—but denied.
✦ David
He fasted, prayed, and wept for his dying son—the child born from his failure, yes, but still his beloved son.
“Who knows? The Lord may be gracious…” (2 Sam 12:22)
The child still died.
David worshipped anyway. Not because he got what he asked for, but because he trusted who God was, even in the heartbreak.
✦ Paul
He begged God three times to remove the “thorn in his flesh”—something so agonizing that scholars still debate what it was.
“Three times I pleaded…” (2 Corinthians 12:8)
God said no.
Instead, He gave something better than healing:
“My grace is sufficient for you.”
✦ Even Jesus
In Gethsemane, our Savior—the very Son of God—cried out:
“Father, if You are willing, take this cup from Me…” (Luke 22:42)
But He added,
“Yet not My will, but Yours be done.”
And the cup was not taken away. Jesus drank every bitter drop. For you and I!
And few moments in Scripture illustrate this better than the man with leprosy in Luke 5:12. He approached Jesus with confidence in His power but reverence for His will:
“Lord, if You are willing, You can make me clean.”
He didn’t plead. He didn’t demand. He simply believed—and submitted.
If I’m honest, I probably wouldn’t have done that. If I were in his place—face to face with the King of Kings—I might’ve listed a hundred things. “Heal me. Fix this. Change that. Do it now.” But this man said only, “If You are willing.”
That kind of faith doesn’t try to control the outcome. It trusts the One who holds it.
And Jesus responded not only with compassion but with power:
“I am willing. Be clean.”
This is what praying in Jesus’ name really looks like—a posture of trust over control, surrender over strategy.
What if the “No” is the mercy?
Sometimes we ask for things that would wreck us if God said yes. Other times, we’re asking for something good—but God is doing something greater. Something we won’t understand until we look back from eternity.
What if the “unanswered prayer” was the answer?
What if God’s “no” is not rejection—but redirection? Not punishment—but preparation? Growing & molding us?
When we don’t understand—He still is good!
This I know too well:
GOD is not cruel.
“The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.” – Psalm 103:8
He is not ignoring you.
“The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and His ears are attentive to their cry.” – Psalm 34:15
He has not forgotten your tears or dismissed your faith.
“You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?” – Psalm 56:8
He sees what you cannot.
“His understanding no one can fathom.” – Isaiah 40:28
And when He delays, denies, or remains silent—
“Jesus replied, ‘You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.’” – John 13:7
It is never because He doesn’t care.
“Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” – 1 Peter 5:7
It’s because His plans are higher, deeper, and more redemptive than we can imagine.
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways… as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways.” – Isaiah 55:8–9
God’s plans for us are good.
“For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.” – Jeremiah 29:11
Romans 8:28 brings it all together.
It says:
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” – Romans 8:28
Keep praying, even if the answer doesn’t come
So what do we do?
We pray. We ask boldly. We weep honestly. We submit fully.
And when the heavens seem quiet, we cling to the truth that God is still at work.
He is not a vending machine—He is a Father. Wise. Just. And He sees beyond your asking, into your becoming.
He knows what you truly need, even when you don’t.
So keep praying. Not to bend His will to yours, but to align your heart with His.
Not to get everything you desire, but to grow into who He created you to be.
This is the power of prayer in Jesus’ name. Not a guarantee of outcomes —but an invitation to intimacy, to trust, to transformation.
A gem is taken, how can it be? How dare the world go on as if nothing has shattered? The sun still rises — oblivious to all that’s been lost. Do they not see a light has gone out in our generation?
Lily, my sweet cousin, my sister, you were woven into the fabric of my childhood — bound by friendship that run deep, laughter that found us even in the hard times. We’d look back on those days and marvel at how far we’d come, how grace carried us through storms.
You were the best of us, Lily.
You held softness like breath, kindness like a second skin. You never raised your voice, wouldn’t hurt a fly, and carried everyone else’s burdens without complaint, or judgement, as though your heart was made to shelter the world.
You loved Jesus with a fierce, quiet fire. Not performative. Not loud. Just deep, real, unshakable. I’ve known many people, but few I would call righteous— you were one of them. You loved without limits, cared without keeping score, gave of yourself and asked for nothing.
With your other half!
You were the Proverbs 31 woman— for your children, for your home. Clothed in dignity, love on your tongue, your life was a sermon they watched daily. You rose early, gave endlessly, and your children called you blessed.
And now you leave behind a husband, beautiful children— too young to lose their mother, too young to understand why love sometimes gets taken too soon. Oh heaven’s gain! We weren’t ready Lily, we never would be.
Say hi to your aunt—my mom—for me. What an incredible reunion that must be! Tell her I miss her every single day. And tell Papa, Manyike and Nkeke. Tell them grief still lingers like smoke here.
How I wish this were like Tabitha’s story— where the widows wept with such aching love, that life was summoned back from death.
I am weeping. My soul is heavy. I have more to say—so much more. Too much silence between us now, too much unsaid.
The righteous has left us, and the earth should tremble in mourning. I will carry you— your memory etched in every heartbeat, until we see each other again, where no goodbye will ever be needed.
“Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of your Lord.” (Matthew 25:23)
The red crosses mark my 4 angels, now watching over me. The only photo of us all together—my Catholic First Communion.
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I Rise.
April—the month my world went silent, laughter stolen, love torn from my grasp. The embrace of my parents and two siblings— now a memory I hold but can never touch.
April 1994 did not just take them; it tried to take me too— my voice, my light, my innocence, my will to exist. Darkness swallowed my paradise, grief clung like a shadow, but even then, something within refused to fade.
So I Rise.
Not only on April 7th for my little sister Marie Claudine, or April 17thfor Papa, or April 24th for Mama and my big brother Jean Félix— I Rise every day.
I rise for forgiveness—I do it for me. I rise for love; hatred is too heavy a burden to bear.
I rise for my parents’ three surviving gifts, my first rays of sunshine, whose existence gave my life meaning.
I rise for the little loves they blossomed, —my preciouspearls— treasures my parents never got to hold, spoil or adore. I rise for their other halves, who cherish and are deeply cherished.
I rise for the scars I bear— a testament to survival. I rise for the journey I have walked. For the life I built far from home, Rooted in love, standing on solid ground.
I rise for the child I once was— orphaned, lost, abandoned, poor. Now, a proof that hope survives.
I rise beyond trauma, beyond nightmares. My story is no longer just my own. I rise for the children who walk the road I once did, for those unseen, unheard, alone.
Rising Above the Storms, a whisper: “You are not alone, your pain does not define you. You are seen, you are worthy, you too can rise.”
I carry wounds neither time nor any human can heal, yet still, I rise—undefeated. When strength fails, faith lifts me. And one day, beyond sorrow, I will see and hold them again—forever.
For my light that dimmed in April 1994— I am Here. I Remember. I Grieve. I Speak. I Forgive. I Hope. I Love.
31 Years.
Still. I Rise.
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🕊️💜 In loving memory of my four angels perished during the Genocide against the Tutsi in April 1994. May their memories remain a blessing.❤️ 🕊️
We live in a time where information is everywhere, yet true understanding often feels scarce. It’s easier than ever to form strong opinions about world events based on what we see online. I’ve seen how quickly people accept and share information without questioning its accuracy—sometimes simply because it aligns with what they already believe or because it comes from a confident voice.
I speak from experience— as someone who has witnessed firsthand the devastating consequences of misinformation. Having lived through and survived the Genocide against Tutsi in Rwanda, I know that words have the power to dehumanize, ignite violence, and lead to unimaginable destruction. But I also know that words have the power to heal, educate, and restore.
📸 Curaçao
I am not here to discredit what others write—there is value in many perspectives. But I do want to remind us to be shrewd. Not everything presented as fact is true, and not every narrative tells the full story. As a follower of Christ, I believe in seeking wisdom, and as a computer engineer, I have learned how to discern between sensationalism and credibility. The Bible itself warns us to be discerning: “The simple believe anything, but the prudent give thought to their steps.” (Proverbs 14:15)
One of the biggest challenges today is that we often consume information in small, curated portions—short videos, viral posts, or trending news snippets. But no single source can capture the full depth of an issue. Understanding requires effort. It means going beyond the surface, reading widely, listening to those who have lived the experience.
📸 Germany
If, like me, you strive to be intentional about what you consume and share, here are a few guiding principles that have helped me:
Verify the Source – Before believing or sharing something, check where it comes from. Is it a credible institution? A firsthand account? A well-researched piece or just an opinion?
Read Widely – No single source has all the answers. Multiples articles references, books, memoirs, and multiple perspectives help fill in the gaps.
Be Skeptical of Viral Content – Misinformation spreads quickly, and AI-generated images, out-of-context quotes, and edited videos can be misleading.
Seek Truth, Not Just Confirmation – It’s easy to find sources that affirm what we already believe. Challenge yourself to explore different viewpoints.
ChatGPT – Here’s an interesting one {as a disclaimer, this is NOT an endorsement}; ChatGPT isn’t infallible, but it can assist with research and fact-checking. You can ask prompts like: “Verify if this article is accurate,” “Is this newspaper a tabloid?” or “What are credible sources to learn more about [topic]?” to help assess information and find reliable resources. Approach answers with caution and critical thinking.
📸 Vietnam
If you are a follower of Christ:
Read the Bible – The ultimate source of truth is God’s Word. While history and journalism can give us facts, the Bible gives us wisdom. It teaches us how to discern, how to respond to conflict, and how to seek peace.
Pray for Discernment – Wisdom isn’t just intellectual; it’s also spiritual. Asking God for guidance helps us navigate complex issues with humility and clarity.
📸 Africa
One of the best ways to grow in understanding is by listening to those who have lived these realities. Here is a prompt you can give prompt for a search:
“Provide a list of of reputable memoirs that offer firsthand perspectives on major world issues and conflicts, including wars, genocides, political struggles, and humanitarian crises. Include the author’s name and a brief description of each book.“
Over a decade ago, I began exploring memoirs to deepen my understanding of world issues, history, and geography. I previously shared my reflections in a post titled: A Quest for Knowledge: My Journey to Overcoming Ignorance, highlighting books I was reading at the time. Since then, I have read many more and have several others lined up to explore.
📸 TheMiddle East
I’ll avoid book suggestions on controversial topics to keep your search unbiased. Instead, use the example prompt example above to find documentaries and memoirs. While we all have biases, firsthand accounts offer a deeper understanding of worlds we may know little about.
At the heart of all deception is something deeper—a spiritual battle. The Bible reminds us that “Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light:” (2 Corinthians 11:14). Not all that sounds good is true, and not all that is popular is wise. But when we seek truth with humility, when we lean on God for understanding rather than relying solely on human knowledge, we gain clarity.
God’s Majestic Creation
May we be people who seek truth, who listen before we assume, and who use knowledge to bring understanding rather than division. And may we always turn to God’s Word as our foundation, remembering that true wisdom comes from Him.
The past few months have felt like a walk through memory lane. My husband and I took our annual Christmas holiday trip to Rwanda, my homeland, and it turned out to be more special than I ever imagined. While our visits always include spending time with my siblings and their families, the children and staff of Rising Above the Storms (RAS), and exploring Rwanda’s beauty, this trip held an extraordinary addition—my US parents joined us.
On my wedding day with my parents ♥️ Jan 2019
If you’ve followed my journey on this website, you know I lost my parents in the 1994 Genocide against Tutsi in Rwanda. But “my US parents”? Allow me to explain.
In 2008, shortly before I graduated from grad school in Rochester, NY, I met an incredible couple through a local church connection. They invited me into their home, and while most students they hosted came and went, I stayed. Over time, they unofficially adopted me as their daughter. They gave me the motherly and fatherly love I thought I’d never feel again. Their unconditional love helped heal the wounds inflicted by surviving relatives who had been abusive and heartless.
My parents arriving at Kigali International Airport, Rwanda (Jan 2025)
Kigali International Airport Arrivals.
From left: dad, mom, me and my youngest sister, and my husband (front) taking the selfie
This trip marked my dad’s first visit to Rwanda, and my mom’s second. One highlight was visiting my parents’ land, just outside Kigali. As I stood there, I reflected on how, from the ashes of my deepest losses, God had blessed me with parents who love me fiercely, even if we don’t share the same blood or story.
Getting ready for the 30 min ride to my childhood town
Giving my new parents a tour. One of the roads around my heavenly parents’ land ♥️
Our childhood’s main road—oh, if only it could speak!
My childhood’s driveway
My childhood’s driveway
So many memories
My parents’ hard work!
My innocent childhood lives here
So many memories
And so much more
Another special stop on our itinerary was my childhood Catholic Church—a short drive from my parents’ land but, in my childhood memories, a distant hike.
Standing before my childhood parish. I couldn’t quite recall it ever having this shape!
The moment I stepped onto the parish grounds, a flood of memories overwhelmed me. Standing tall and unchanged was the magnificent acacia tree that had witnessed so much of my family’s life.
Only the two of us, out of four siblings, had the chance to witness this moment. We hope to return together someday, all four of us, to share and compare our memories!
The only photo I possess of my entire family together—taken during my Confirmation—was very near this tree, beneath another acacia tree.
My beloved family, captured during my Catholic Confirmation. The red cross honors our cherished loved ones now in heaven.
As I stared at its sprawling branches, I couldn’t help but wonder: Does this tree remember my parents? Does it remember me? If only it could speak, I would have lingered longer beneath its shade.
This tree stood as a silent witness while the world around it changed—while neighbors turned into enemies, while innocence was lost. But the acacia remained steadfast, offering shade to churchgoers and a home to nesting birds. In its stillness, it felt like a keeper of memories.
The Mighty Acacia Tree
The Parish Courtyards
With my baby sister ♥️ Guardians of our loved ones’ memories!
Under the Acacia Tree. The last time we were here she was a few years old
Stepping inside the church, everything seemed smaller than I could remember. The once-grand sanctuary of my childhood felt humble now, though its spiritual significance had not diminished. I knelt in one of the rows—the one I believed we sat in during sacramental celebrations—and whispered prayers to the Savior my parents had taught me to worship.
Silently, I mourned the loss of my innocence and childhood, reflecting on how I was forced to grow up in a rush, denied the chance to be young. As I reminisced on cherished memories, I marveled at the journey that has brought me back to where it all began.
Stepping into the church and absorbing it all after more than 30 years!
One of the rows where I believe my parents once sat. The emotions were beyond words!
Saying a prayer to honor the memories of my loved ones and worship the God my parents taught me!
I shed tears of both sorrow and gratitude, praising the Lord for His protection over the past 30 years and 9 months.
Thank you Lord for your Faithfulness!
With my parents
And with my husband
With my baby sister
With my hubby
I couldn’t help but marvel at how deeply my parents had rooted us in faith. Amid unimaginable loss and pain, that foundation gave me strength and, eventually, hope.
Lastly, I wanted to see the eucalyptus forest behind the church— somehow a place of peace and meditation in my prayers, often appearing in my nightly dreams. To my disappointment, the trees had been cleared for construction. It felt like a part of my sanctuary had been taken, but the memories remain, vivid and unshaken. It will be interesting to see how my nightly dreams change as a result; this area was one of the reasons I longed to return here.
The eucalyptus forest that once stood here is now gone.
Now being transformed into a convent.
Sunday school hall
It was taller in my childhood memories
My new family walking my memory lane
My baby sister
This church, and the acacia tree in its courtyard, is where my faith began. It is a place of cherished memories, not resentment or guilt. It is a reminder of my extraordinary parents, who continue to guide me even in their absence.
I survived—I made it. I am my parents’ wildest dream and their best wishes fulfilled, their pride, and the voice of my loved ones who perished. I carry their legacy, a beacon of their hopes, resilience, and the enduring love they left behind.
With my baby sister, beneath the tree that holds the cherished memories of our loved ones, taken from us too soon.
♥️♥️ In loving memory of my parents and two siblings who were taken from us in April 1994. May their memories forever be a blessing!♥️♥️
Life has a funny way of triggering memories. Sometimes it’s a familiar smell, a bite of a biscuit, a fleeting melody, or the way the sunlight hits a corner of the room just right. Other times, it’s a visit to the planetarium on a touristy trip to Washington, D.C., with your spouse.
At DCA Airport
Downtown DC
The White House
Pennsylvania Ave
The FBI Building
For my husband and me, this past month trip (November 2024) was our first time exploring D.C. together. We checked off all the must-see landmarks: Capitol Hill, the Supreme Court, memorials, museums—you name it. But for me, the highlight was the National Air and Space Museum. There, we marveled at the history of aviation, from the Wright brothers’ first flight to the dizzying innovations of space exploration. It was awe-inspiring, to say the least.
National Air and Space Museum
When we stepped into the planetarium and navigated the stories of the Apollo missions, something unexpected happened. A memory surfaced, vivid and bittersweet, transporting me thousands of miles and decades back to my childhood home in Rwanda.
National Air and Space Museum
My dad started building it before he married my mom, and as our family grew to eight, so did the house. By the time I was old enough to recall it clearly, it had expanded to eight rooms (not counting the living and dining rooms). Now, before you imagine a modern open-concept design, with long hallways connecting everything, that’s not what we are talking about here. Oh no, that wasn’t the 70s or 80s style—at least not in our home. To reach the kids’ bedrooms, you had to navigate a labyrinth of interconnected rooms. It was like playing an eternal game of hide-and-seek.
The US Supreme Court
The Capitol Hill
The Capitol Hill
With hubby
City Center Outdoor Mall
And here’s where the Apollo missions come in. Two of the bedrooms at the far ends of the maze were affectionately dubbed Appollo Onze and Appollo Douze—French for Apollo 11 and Apollo 12. Why? I have no idea. My parents, who had only elementary school educations, somehow knew about these historic space missions and decided to immortalize them in our home. Maybe they were inspired by the grandeur of human achievement. Maybe they liked the sound of it. Or maybe it was my dad’s way of dreaming big for his growing family.
National Air and Space Museum
From the planetarium in D.C., I texted my siblings to see if they remembered this quirky naming convention. It was an outright no. None of them recalls it. You see, when we lost our parents during the 1994 Genocide against the Tutsi, I was 13—the second child in my family. My two siblings, who were two years older and two years younger than me, were taken too. The memories I shared with them, the validation of our shared childhood, are forever out of reach. The three surviving siblings were all younger than ten.
Downtown Washington DC
Sometimes I feel like my memories are broken, scattered fragments that no one else can piece together with me. It’s a lonely feeling, like shouting into the void and hearing only your own echo. So many memories are tied to my three younger siblings—shared moments that bind us together. Yet, there’s an equally large collection I hold alone, without validation, because they were too young to remember. Like the way our mom would lovingly write songs to help with our school music homework or the wise, often humorous sayings of our parents that shaped my understanding of the world. These memories feel both precious and fragile, like whispers of the past that only I can hear, and sometimes, that solitude weighs heavy on my heart.
But even in that sadness, I find wonder. How did my parents, with their limited formal education, know about the Apollo missions? And why those particular ones—Apollo 11 and 12? Did they choose them deliberately? Or was it as random as the triggers that bring these memories rushing back to me?
I may never know the answers to the questions about my childhood home, or many other questions I wish I could ask my loved ones no longer with us! But that’s okay. What I do know is this: I carry these memories like precious cargo, a connection to the parents and siblings I lost too soon. They are my history, my anchor, and my orbit.
Delicious Mediterranean Restaurant in DC
And as I stood there in D.C., under the twinkling lights of the planetarium, I smiled. Because even though the memories are mine alone to carry, they are a testament to the love, curiosity, and resilience of a family that once was.
“These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” ~ John 16:33 NKJV
There are topics that I get excited to write about and share, yet there are others that give me pause, particularly when sharing over the vast expanse of cyberspace with individuals I may never encounter face-to-face. It truly exposes a sense of vulnerability within me. Nevertheless, since launching this blog and founding Rising Above the Storms (RAS) over a decade ago, my goal has been to open up to my readers and audience about the wounds of my past, narratives of the present, and the person I aspire to become.
If you are new to my blog, I frequently delve into my personal journey amid the 1994 genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda. I recount the harrowing stories of humans who became ferocious animals. I share about the tragic loss of my loved ones, the struggles, and immense grief I faced as a young girl, and the arduous path toward healing, forgiveness, and embracing hope. Amidst the trials, I attribute the person I have become today to the profound encounter with God throughout this tumultuous journey.
My Dearest Mommy, the Source of My Inspiration
The month of April permanently reminds me of the darkest time of my life, an experience that left me with wounds that defy healing from any human, object, or time. Amid numerous close calls with death throughout April and subsequent weeks, one particular date stands out as pivotal in shaping my identity: Sunday, April 24, 1994.
That fateful afternoon marked a week since my mother had assumed the role of the head of the household, thrust into this responsibility abruptly. Exactly one week prior, on Sunday afternoon, April 17, my father—my cherished confidant—was murdered. We learned of his death while cowered in hiding and overhead the Hutu Interahamwe militiamen passing by. They boasted: “We just killed Alphonse and cut him into three pieces; he indicated that he left a wife and five children behind. Where are they? We’ll finish them all.”
As newcomers to this town, my resilient mother may have hoped we could blend in unnoticed, believing perhaps that our lives might be spared. Unfortunately, this hope proved futile. On Sunday afternoon, April 24, my mother, elder brother, cousin, and I were led by Hutu Interahamwe militiamen to a mass grave in Mulindi, Kanombe, northeast of Kigali, a mere ten-minute distance from the Kigali International Airport. Despite our unfamiliarity with the area and the fact that the militiamen didn’t know us, our appearance alone betrayed our identity. Trapped in this moment, escape was inconceivable.
My entire family in one place, the only photo I have of us together. Blurred faces are friends/relatives.
We were instructed to sit down on the top of the looming mass grave, a pit that had already consumed countless innocent Tutsi victims and awaited many more. The militia leader, sneering at my mother, questioned how she was still alive, two and a half weeks into the genocide. Then, with chilling certainty, he asked my mother if she had other children not present with us at that dire moment.
Any response such as “I have no other children,” “they ran away,” “they are dead,” or “I am uncertain of their whereabouts” could have sufficed. However, my mother, characterized by her honesty, and extraordinary nature, opted for transparency during this critical moment. She revealed that she had three additional children in hiding. My emotions were already muted; I cannot claim that her response had a specific impact on me. Waiting for death has its own effect that cannot be put into words.
💔A red cross for the souls I lost 30 years ago, from left to right: Jean Felix, Dad, Mom, Marie Claudine💔
The same squad leader singled me out, citing my perceived physical vulnerability compared to my elder brother. The assailants assumed I would be unable to flee as swiftly as he could. My brother, aged only fifteen but appearing mature and towering at almost six feet tall, looked like an adult. Therefore, I was the target. The killers actually thought that my brother was much older and accused my mom of lying about his age. I was given an armed soldier to accompany me, with a mission to locate and bring my younger siblings so that we could all meet the same fate together.
I couldn’t walk away without saying something; I begged the merciless militia leader not to kill my beloved mother before I returned, hoping he would listen. My plea was my last conversation with my mother. The militia had already started beating my brother and he was bleeding when I left.
💞May their Memories Forever Be a Blessing💞
After disclosing my younger siblings’ hiding, the armed soldier didn’t take me back to the crime scene. Instead, he directed me to leave my siblings in their hiding place and escorted me in the opposite direction, towards a small house where a few others were also seeking refuge. While many details from that day remain hazy, I distinctly recall him leaving me in that house. I don’t remember how many people were there or their stories. After some time, the soldier returned and told me to follow him, leaving me no choice but to comply. With an assault rifle in hand, he held not just my safety but my very life in his grasp.
At that moment, I feared he intended to sexually assault me, a tragically common practice by the assailants before executing their victims. Though at just 13, I also harbored a sense of relief, thinking he might simply fulfill my plea and kill me with a bullet instead. It sounds bizarre, but knowing I might die by gunfire felt like a small mercy, a luxury denied to my loved ones.
I followed him and we walked, I cannot say for how long with certainty. Eventually, we reached a home that I’d later learn belonged to his brother, a soldier as well, near the Kanombe military barracks. Darkness had already settled in by then. To my surprise, he offered me food, clothes, and a place to sleep. He also delivered the devastating news, that my brother, mother, and cousin had been killed. Adding to this anguish, he also disclosed that the death squad had discovered the hiding place of my younger siblings, and raised serious doubts about their survival.
As I lay in the tiny bed within that gigantic house, sleep eluded me completely. The events of that day still felt surreal, as if trapped in an unending nightmare. Questions swirled in my mind, wondering about the soldier’s role in the murder of my loved ones. He had claimed to have witnessed their deaths firsthand. I couldn’t shake it off: How did the death squad discover my siblings’ hiding place? Could the soldier have disclosed their whereabouts? After all, he was the only one who had seen them. Yet, despite these suspicions, he didn’t touch me and remained committed to his promise, emphasizing that he had spared my life to be the storyteller of my family’s tragic fate. It was evident that he believed I might be the sole survivor among my family members.
Like many in the ex-Rwandan Army Forces responsible for planning and perpetrating the genocide against the Tutsi, he eventually fled as the Rwandan Patriotic Forces (RPF) advanced, leaving me in that home. Weeks later, around the 4th of July, following intense clashes between the RPF fighters and ex-Rwandan forces, the RPF army seized control, leading me and other survivors to safety. This marked the beginning of a new journey, one marked by solitude but also survival.
My Blessings From Above. Our Parents in heaven must be proud❤️
Upon sensing the first semblance of safety, I embarked on a journey of piecing together fragmented memories to safeguard recollections of my loved ones. Details around when and where they were murdered, and any information I could remember, I attempted to trace back. It was during this introspective process that I grasped the true significance of my mother’s honesty. Had it not been for her truth, my own history would too have concluded on April 24, 1994. If I hadn’t been taken by that soldier to reveal my younger siblings’ hiding, the mass grave that claimed my mother, brother, and cousin would have become my dwelling.
I often ponder what compelled my mother to speak the truth when survival hung in the balance. I will probably never know; nevertheless, of this I am certain: I am alive today because of her actions, and here to share this story.
Although my time with my mom was tragically brief, her legacy lives on through me. She was honest, had immense kindness, a capacity for forgiveness, and devout faith. If I can embody even a fraction of her remarkable qualities, I will consider myself immensely fortunate. In a piece dedicated to her memory a few years ago, I wrote, “To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power,” capturing the essence of her indomitable spirit.
These narratives form the foundation of my faith; God has been our Father, Provider, Protector, and the source of everything we could ever need.
Thank you for reading my story!
“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” ~ Revelation 21:4
In this tender month of April, Grant me the moment to entreat. For within this season’s embrace, Memories abundantly flow. A path through trials, battles faced anew, Life’s tapestry woven, by pain and strength tried.
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In ’94, hell engulfed Rwanda, The land of a thousand hills that once gleamed with light. Rolling hills and lush green, a paradise’s hymn, Now veiled in the blood of my kin, a tragic tale. Silent world, their crime? Physical features they couldn’t curtail.
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I harbor no grudge, my word stands strong, Bitterness won’t mend the past. No victim’s stance, I claim my place, Resilience carries on, a path unmarred. From the ashes rising, steadfast in my stand, Forgiveness, not vengeance, a lighter hand.
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Three decades on, wounds still tender and raw, Their memories revered, a pledge of eternal splendor. Their absence echoes, a void within my heart, Their journey truncated, a poignant call to persevere. Allow me, O world, to unveil my story arc, Of valor, endurance, and transcending the dark.
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I vow, no tale of despair shall you find, Instead, one of strength against fate’s bind. From shadows, a journey to illuminate, Survivor by name, warrior within. Carving purpose from chaos, A new life to behold, another chance to cherish.
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Each trial conceals a lesson’s profound lore, And within every warrior, hope eternally soars. In brokenness, faith endures in tranquil sway, In this April’s remembrance, my heart doesn’t tarry. Allow me to raise this resounding anthem high, To honor, to unite, in hope’s enduring embrace.
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Paying tribute to my dad, mom, brother, and sister who were taken from me so soon, during the 1994 genocide against Tutsi, in Rwanda (4/7, 4/17, 4/24). 💓May their memories forever remain a blessing💓
🌍✨Welcome to my blog! Are you ready for pictures? If this is your first visit, get ready for an adventure-filled treat. And to all my returning readers, thank you for joining me on this journey again. I’m excited to share even more unforgettable stories with you. So, whether you’re new here or a seasoned traveler in my world, let’s embark on this exciting voyage together!
My baby sister with the Singapore ArtScience Museumin the background
It’s no secret that my passion for travel runs deep. The allure of exploring new places, immersing myself in different cultures, and experiencing unforgettable adventures is something that ignites my soul. Every time my hubby and I start planning our next travel escapade, it’s like a rush you just can’t put into words. The world feels boundless, full of possibilities. Lately, I’ve been itching to kick off a fresh tradition, something where I can reminisce about the top moments of my year, reliving all the incredible adventures I’ve been fortunate enough to experience.
So, here are the highlights of my 2023 ✨🌍
The Caribbean
In 2023, my husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary with a trip to George Town, Cayman Islands. Pronounced “kei-muhn” or “kay-men”, this tropical paradise is composed of three jewels: Cayman Brac, Little Cayman, and the crown jewel, Grand Cayman – the largest and most sought-after gem in the archipelago.
Grand Cayman Airport
Grand Old House Restaurant
Grand Old House Restaurant
Seven Mile Beach
Celebrating our wedding anniversary at Luca
Luca Restaurant
Our hotel stood along the renowned Seven Mile Beach, ironically only six miles in length, nestled on the western coast of Grand Cayman. The Cayman Islands boast stunning beaches with crystal-clear waters, making them a paradise for snorkeling, scuba diving, and other water activities. Seven Mile Beach, in particular, is known for its beauty and has been ranked among the best beaches in the Caribbean.
As a British overseas territory, we quickly adapted to the left-hand driving and the quaint left-handed quirks, from door handles to everyday customs. The local currency, the Cayman Islands Dollar, holds its own against the British pound; payments are accepted in both Cayman and US Dollars.
Getting around the island was a breeze, yet what truly intrigued us was the method of determining taxi fares. Instead of modern technology and digital apps like Uber or Lyft, fares were calculated using a printed book, evoking a nostalgic charm of simpler days 😄.
Camana Bay, George Town
Camana Bay, George Town
Agua Restaurant
Agua Restaurant
Given the island’s status as an import-dependent territory, prices tend to be on the higher side. Despite this, we thoroughly enjoyed the diverse culture, where the majority of people have mixed heritage originating from Africa, Jamaica, and Europe. We learned about the rich history from our private tour guide (Cayman native), who provided us with fascinating insights into the islands’ past.
East End, Grand Cayman
Overall, our experience in the Cayman Islands was delightful. We relished the delicious food, felt safe exploring the area, and were captivated by the warmth and friendliness of the locals. It was a memorable way to celebrate our anniversary, and we are grateful for the experience.
Central America
Panama City, Panama holds a special place in our hearts as a go-to winter destination. Having visited a few times already, including the winter of 2023, we’ve come to appreciate its blend of modern amenities, historical significance, and cultural charm. From its convenient accessibility with direct flights from the US to its intriguing fusion of American influence and Latin American flair, its access to the Panama Canal, Panama City offers an unforgettable experience for travelers of all kinds.
At the Panama Canal
A ship going through the Panama Canal
Panama Canal
One of the most striking features of Panama City is its impressive downtown area, reminiscent of Manhattan with its towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. It’s a testament to the city’s rapid development and growing cosmopolitan vibe. Yet, beyond the urban landscape, Panama City boasts well-maintained highways and an efficient transportation system, making it remarkably easy to navigate for visitors.
Santa Maria Golf Resorts, Panama City, Panama
Panama Canal
Westin Playa Bonita
What sets Panama City apart, however, is its affordability without sacrificing quality. From upscale accommodations to budget-friendly stays, there’s something for every traveler’s preference and budget. Whether you’re indulging in luxury or seeking a more modest experience, Panama City delivers.
JW Marriott Panama City
Downtown Panama City
Downtown Panama City
Downtown Panama City
One thing that makes the experience more authentic is the language barrier. Unlike lots of other tourist places, most people in Panama City speak only Spanish. Take Costa Rica, for instance, just north of Panama, where many folks speak excellent English, especially in big American hotel chains like Marriott. Panama feels different, so if you’re thinking of going there, it could be helpful to learn a bit of Spanish. If not, you can use Google Translate. It’s not flawless, but it’ll get you understood.
However, it also offers a chance for cultural immersion and practicing languages. As someone who began learning Spanish in graduate school, I’ve discovered that engaging with locals is not only fulfilling but also enriching. Interestingly, my proficiency in French appears to improve my ability to speak Spanish, earning me compliments as I go along.
Westin Playa Bonita, Panama City
Westin Playa Bonita, at low tide
Westin Playa Bonita, at high tide
A beach wedding being set up
Delicious meal
Westin Playa Bonita
Amazing View
From exploring the historic Panama Canal to strolling through the Panama Viejo (Old Panama, now a UNESCO Cultural World Heritage Site), every moment in Panama City is filled with discovery and adventure. Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a seasoned traveler, there’s always something new to uncover in this dynamic city.
Yet another captivating feature of the Gulf of Panama, sourced from the Pacific Ocean, unveils itself at Playa Bonita, where we stayed at the Westin hotel: the mesmerizing dance of high and low tides. With clockwork precision, every twelve hours, the tide ascends to an impressive fifteen feet at its zenith, only to retreat to depths of three to four feet during its nadir. Witnessing this natural phenomenon firsthand was nothing short of extraordinary.
Monument for the Chinese Community in Panama, near the Bridge of the Americas
Amador Causeway
Old City
Old City
Mariposario Metropolitano
In conclusion, Panama City has effortlessly captured our hearts as a favorite winter getaway destination. Its blend of accessibility, affordability, and cultural richness makes it a gem worth exploring time and time again. So, if you’re searching for your next travel adventure, consider Panama City—it may just surprise you in the best possible way.
South East Asia
It had been years in the making, a dream nurtured within our family for the single members among us at the time. Despite numerous reschedules and careful consideration of safe destinations for two women traveling alone, we diligently researched. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, the perfect moment arrived, and our much-anticipated Girls Trip materialized into reality.
Marina Bay Sands
My little sister on her way to Singapore
My way to Singapore
She has landed
Our first breakfast at W Sentosa Hotel
We started exploring right away
Sentosa Cove
Inside the hotel
An elevator with a chair 😄
As the world slowly emerged from the shadows of the pandemic, my youngest sister and I found ourselves eagerly counting down the days until we could embark on our much-anticipated adventure. Our destination? The vibrant city-state of Singapore – a melting pot of culture, cuisine, and endless possibilities.
Singapore Cable Car Station
From the minute we landed, we were in full mode tourists. Staying first at the W Singapore – Sentosa Cove, we quickly navigated a lot of touristic hotspots of the island. From the dizzying heights of the Sentosa SkyHelix to the tranquil beauty of the Gardens by the Bay, we marveled at the awe-inspiring sights that unfolded before us. We rode the Singapore Cable Car, gazing out at the city skyline as it stretched out beneath us like a twinkling sea of lights.
Singapore S.E.A Aquarium
We delved into the attractions and beauty that Resorts World Sentosa had to offer. Visiting the S.E.A Aquarium was a memorable experience for me, as I couldn’t recall the last time I had been to an aquarium before this trip. At Universal Studios, we had a perfect amount of time, exploring themed rides, shows, and attractions across different zones. Additionally, we embarked on a day trip to the stunning Palawan beach, where we strolled along and ventured to the floating bridge leading to Asia’s southernmost point. It was an exhilarating experience.
The Universal Studio
Resorts World Sentosa
Undoubtedly, you cannot end a journey in Singapore without a stop at the iconic Marina Bay Sands. Before our trip, my sister and I were captivated by the movie Crazy Rich Asians, much of which was filmed in Singapore. Exploring the sites and landmarks from the film filled us with excitement. The towering structures and panoramic views were simply awe-inspiring, showcasing the city’s relentless drive for innovation and advancement. We marked my birthday with a delightful celebration at the rooftop Italian restaurant, Lavo, and indulged in some shopping at the expansive underground mall beneath Marina Bay Sands.
Palawan Beach, Sentosa
Palawan Beach, Sentosa
So fun traveling with her
Selfies
Siloso Lookout
And amidst it all, there was the warmth of the Singaporean people – friendly and welcoming. Yet, it was the remarkable hospitality of the staff at JW Marriott South Beach that truly left a memorable impression.
From the moment we arrived, their hospitality shone through. Despite booking a regular room, they graciously upgraded us to a suite a month in advance, enhancing our stay from the outset. Anticipating our needs with thoughtful gestures, they ensured there was a sofa bed already set up, understanding our desire for personal space.
A delightful welcome gift awaited us, setting the tone for a memorable experience. On the occasion of my birthday, a heartfelt note accompanied by balloons and a delicious cake was a touching gesture, imbuing the celebration with an extra layer of warmth and sincerity.
It wasn’t just about the material amenities; it was the genuine care and effort invested by the staff that made our stay extraordinary. The team at the executive lounge epitomized this, going above and beyond to ensure our comfort and satisfaction at every turn.
JW Marriott South Beach Entrance
The view from our hotel room
Too bad this was closed during our visit!
Gardens by the Bay
Attempting to find our boat ride for the afternoon
My beautiful little sister
My beautiful little sister
Holding the prestigious title of Ambassador Elite with Marriott doesn’t guarantee an effortless and enjoyable experience every time. In a world where hospitality can sometimes feel transactional, the genuine warmth and exceptional service at JW Marriott South Beach stood out as a beacon of hospitality. It wasn’t just a hotel stay; it was an experience with warmth, care, and a genuine desire to create lasting memories.
Famous Supertrees in the Gardens by the Bay
Inside the Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Exploring the Flower Dome
Singapore Supertrees
Observatory Deck
Marina Bay Sands Towers
The Singapore Flier in the background
The Marina Bay Sands from the Observatory Deck
As our time in Singapore neared its end, we concluded our visit at the Jewel Changi, an incredible experience within the Changi International Airport. Inside, we explored the enchanting Canopy Park and marveled at the majestic Rain Vortex. Pretty cool if you ask me. However, it also marked the bittersweet conclusion of our Girls Trip. As my sister and I prepared to depart from different terminals, the realization weighed heavy on me, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the prospect of parting ways.
On top of Marina Bay Sands Towers
Lavo Italian Restaurant, from the top of Marina Bay Sands
My baby girl celebrating my birthday
Humongous cake
Cheers to the most expensive mimosa ever 😆
Shopping is a must in Singapore
The surprise in our hotel room on my birthday
Thank you JW Marriott South Beach
A nice gesture and delicious cake
Lots pictures
On the Helix (pedestrian) Bridge overlooking the Singapore River
We loved Singapore, and I highly recommend it.
Jewel Changi before our flight
The Rain Vortex in the background at Jewel Changi
US Travels
While frequent travels are somewhat routine for me, visiting New York City twice within a year was an extraordinary feat, considering I usually find the Big Apple a bit overwhelming. The first trip was for a leadership training program and conference in May, immersing me in both professional development and the vibrant energy of the city. I graduated in June, in Atlanta.
Graduating the leadership program
My hubby and my parents from heaven ❤️
Graduation Day
The second trip, however, was a completely different adventure – a Global Citizen Festival at the Central Park Lawn. Participation in Global Citizen events invariably inspires a profound sense of purpose, amidst a community dedicated to effecting positive change in their respective spheres.
At the Global Citizen Festival in NYC
At the Global Citizen Festival in NYC
At the Global Citizen Now in NYC
The Middle East
In 2023, I had the opportunity to embark on a journey to Israel. Unlike any other, the country holds significance for Christians and Jews who revere it as the Holy Land, while for Muslims, Jerusalem stands as their third holiest site. Traveling through the Middle East, one is frequently advised to dress modestly and navigate with caution—a lesson I learned years ago during a visit to Egypt.
The Temple Mount in the background
However, arriving in Israel, particularly Tel Aviv, felt remarkably different. It resembled a bustling city in the United States, where women sported a variety of attire, and the atmosphere exuded modern days. When we visited, it was in August, a hot summer with temperatures in the 90s all day, for two weeks. I had never felt so hot, glad that it was dry heat in some locations like Jerusalem and northern Israel.
Jerusalem on the other hand, you are advised to dress up modestly due to religious sites and churches that dorn Jerusalem. Sitting up high in the mountains, you can feel the temperature difference from Tel Aviv. The Jerusalem Old City is nothing like I have ever seen.
Jerusalem Old City’s Jaffa Gate
It is divided into four distinct quarters: the Jewish Quarter, the Christian Quarter, the Muslim Quarter, and the Armenian Quarter. Each quarter is characterized by its own unique architecture, religious sites, and cultural atmosphere.
The Jewish Quarter houses significant landmarks such as the Western Wall (Kotel), while the Christian Quarter is home to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. The Muslim Quarter features bustling markets and the Dome of the Rock, while the Armenian Quarter boasts historical churches and cultural heritage sites.
My Highlights in Jerusalem
Yad Vashem (Hebrew for Memories Monument): Located on the Mount of Remembrance to preserve and honor the memory of the six million Jews, who perished in the Holocaust. Personally, I found myself unprepared for the emotional intensity of the experience awaiting me. The exhibitions meticulously trace Jewish history, particularly in Europe, evoking profound distress.
Yad Vashem
Outside Yad Vashem
Outside Yad Vashem
Despite having familiarized myself with accounts from Holocaust survivors through history narratives and memoirs, I found it heartbreaking and could only endure about an hour before feeling overwhelmed. Whether it was the sheer brutality of human cruelty or my own firsthand encounters surviving the genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda, I had to leave the Memorial to shield myself from further trauma.
The Garden of the Righteous among the Nations: Nestled within the grounds of Yad Vashem is the garden adorned with trees, each symbolizing the bravery of non-Jews who risked their lives to rescue Jews during the Holocaust. Among these stands the Ten Boom family tree, a poignant tribute to their courageous actions immortalized in Corrie Ten Boom’s book “The Hiding Place.”
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Portion of the Garden of the Righteous among the Nations
I have been inspired by the Ten Boom family through the Hiding Place
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The Western (Wailing) Wall: Situated within the ancient walls of Jerusalem’s Old City, specifically in the Jewish Quarter, the Wailing Wall holds profound significance as the holiest site in Judaism. It stands as the sole remaining portion of the original retaining wall of the Second Temple, constructed over two millennia ago.
Inside the Jewish Quarter
Walk to the Western Wall
Overlooking the Western Wall on a beautiful evening
The Western Wall and the Dome of the Rock farther in the distance
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The Wailing Wall after our tour
After touring the Western Wall Tunnels
My ❤️
Beautiful sky
The City of David: located in the south of Temple Mount outside the walls of the Old City, this Biblical archaeological site is an ancient fortified city that David conquered and made the capital of Israel (Jerusalem). With a private tour guide, we toured underground tunnels that included Hezekiah’s tunnel and the Siloam Pool at the bottom of the city to the east.
The Entrance to the City of David
City of David
The Temple Mount in the background
The Temple Mount
To the Hezekiah’s Tunnel
The Hezekiah’s Tunnel is a wet route. I chose the alternate, dry, the Canaanite Tunnel 😄
The Canaanite Tunnel
To the Siloam Pool
The Siloam Pool
The Temple Mount is located on Mount Moriah (the place Abraham brought Isaac for sacrifice): this is where both the First Temple (built in 1000 BC by King Solomon and destroyed by Babylonians in 586 BC) and Second Temple (built by Ezra, Herod between 538-515 BC and destroyed by Romans in 70 AD/CE) & exiled Israelites for 2 millennia. Today, the Wailing Wall (1600ft retaining wall) stands on the western side of the Temple Mount. On the top of the Temple Mount is where the Dome of the Rock is, part of the Muslim Quarter.
Beautiful Jerusalem Old City
You can find one that has your favorite team on it
The Via Dolorosa
The Via Dolorosa
Just marvelous
The Old City
Old City ❤️
Old City
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Jerusalem ❤️
The Great Bridge Route: We were guided by a private tour guide, who led us through an incredible discovery part of a recent excavation: a bridge linking Jerusalem’s upper city to the Temple Mount. This ingeniously designed structure was crafted to span a valley, eliminating the necessity for ascents and descents between the City of David and the Temple Mount. Additionally, the bridge incorporated an aqueduct system, facilitating the transportation of water to the Temple.
Before the Western Wall Tunnel Tour
He explained a lot, I was busy making memories
Our tour guide was very knowledgeable
The mikveh bath on my right
Recent Excavation of the other side of the western wall
The Western Wall of the Temple from 2 millenia ago.
Massive rocks they used back then
A replica of the Second Temple
A synagogue
Inside the Synagogue
End of the tour
The Garden of the Tomb and the Church of the Sepulcher: (one of these two locations is traditionally believed to be where Jesus was crucified (Golgotha), and Jesus’ empty tomb (where he was buried and later resurrected). This is located within the Christian Quarter.
Inside the Church of the Holy Sepulchre
The Garden of the Tomb
The Garden of the Tomb Grounds
The Garden of the Tomb Grounds
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Concluding our three-day visit to Jerusalem, we wrapped up the journey at the Israel Museum; focusing on the archaeological section housing the recently discovered Dead Sea Scrolls and the history. This particular visit followed the Great Bridge tour and an hour-long walk on the Ramparts Walk of the Old City, amidst sweltering heat. By the time we reached the museum, exhaustion had taken its toll, and my interest waned. Nevertheless, I look forward to revisiting the museum some day 😊
Inside the Israel Museum
Outside the museum. Thankfully the picture doesn’t reveal my exhaustion
Our lodging choice in Jerusalem was the Waldorf Astoria, a Hilton Hotel, situated conveniently close to the Old City, downtown, and various points of interest—all within walking distance. I highly recommend this hotel when visiting Jerusalem.
My Highlights Outside Jerusalem
Thanks to having a rental car at our disposal, we had the freedom to explore every destination on our itinerary. Departing from Jerusalem, we drove down to the Dead Sea, visited the Masada National Park, and concluded our day trip by driving back to Tel Aviv through the stunning Negev Desert.
Masada National Park: Located on a hilltop overlooking the Dead Sea, and accessed via a cable car, the Park holds profound historical and archaeological significance. It is home to the ancient fortress of Masada, built by King Herod the Great around 30 BCE. Masada is the site of a dramatic siege during the Jewish-Roman War in 73-74 CE.
Pointing to the site of the Roman siege
History
The fortress was besieged by the Roman army, and rather than surrender, its Jewish defenders chose mass suicide. This event has become a symbol of Jewish heroism and resistance. Today, Masada is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and a popular tourist destination, offering visitors breathtaking views of the surrounding desert landscape, as well as well-preserved ruins and archaeological excavations that provide insight into ancient Jewish history and culture.
The Dead Sea: Located at the lowest point on Earth’s surface, approximately 1,410 feet below sea level, the Dead Sea shares borders with Jordan to the east and Israel and the West Bank to the west. Its waters are saturated with thick salt, which enables visitors to effortlessly float on its surface.
The hot and oily water of the Dead Sea
Lowest point on earth
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The day of our visit was exceptionally scorching, exacerbated by the low altitude, making the temperature intolerable. Regrettably, I couldn’t indulge in swimming (floating), as the water was uncomfortably hot.
Caesarea (Keisarya in Hebrew): An ancient city located on the Mediterranean coast of Israel, was once a bustling major port known for its strategic significance and architectural city. We visited the Caesarea National Park; Caesarea holds significant biblical importance, notably as the place where the apostle Paul was imprisoned for two years due to his unwavering faith in Christ. It was from the same place that Paul, as a prisoner, was eventually transported to Rome, where he faced execution.
Overlooking the Mediterranean Sea
The Mediterranean Sea
The Mediterranean Sea
Keisarya
Gelato time at Bella in Keisarya
The Mediterranean Sea
The Roman empire arch
The Park offers both paid guided and self-guided tours that lead visitors through ancient structures dating back to the Roman Empire. Among these structures is a Roman Theater, where large gatherings took place, and which was unearthed during excavation efforts.
The Banias Waterfalls: The Falls cascade down from Mount Hermon, the highest peak in Israel, and flow through the Banias Nature Reserve, eventually joining the Dan and Snir streams to form the Jordan River. It was a remarkable adventure, descending steep stairs to reach the falls, followed by the exhilarating hike back up with temperatures in the 90s.
The Banias Waterfalls
The Banias Waterfalls
The Banias Waterfalls
Mt Hermon: At an elevation of 9,232 feet above sea level, Mount Hermon straddles the border between Israel and Syria. One afternoon, we ventured to its foothills, capturing photos and enjoying coffee at the ski resorts despite the sweltering heat. Although we didn’t have the opportunity to ride the cable car to the summit, I imagine it would have been a delightful experience.
At the foothills of Mt Hermon
Mount Hermon
Lebanon in the background from Neve Ativ
Mt Hermon in far distance
Golan Heights
Border with Syria in Majdal Shams (Druze town)
Coffee Anan (Cloud) on Merom Golan
Border with Syria
Bethsaida is known as the hometown of Jesus’ disciples Philip, Andrew, and his brother Peter. It holds significance as the location where Jesus performed miraculous deeds, including walking on water, healing a blind man, and miraculously feeding a multitude of five thousand people with just two fish and five loaves of bread.
Bethsaida
Bethsaida
Tiberias (Teveryah in Hebrew): Cited in John 6:23 as the departure point from which boats set sail in pursuit of Jesus, who had traveled to Capernaum following the miracle of feeding the five thousand with two fish and five loaves.
In the historic Old City of Tiberias, one evening we dined at the Hermitage restaurant, housed within a remarkable stone building that boasts over 800 years of history. This family-run restaurant serves delicious Mediterranean cuisine, which happens to be my absolute favorite. Despite my picky tastes, the flavors surpassed my expectations.
Tiberias Old City
Tiberias Old City
The Jordan River: holds significant historical and religious importance, being the site where John the Baptist baptized Jesus and where the Israelites crossed into the Promised Land (Canaan) from Egypt. The area we visited is also a baptism site, though it’s not widely recognized as the location where Jesus was baptized. That distinction is typically attributed to a site farther south, closer to where the Jordan River flows into the Dead Sea.
Yardeni ❤️
The Jordan River
The Jordan River
Kinneret Kvutsa, near where the Jordan River empties in the Sea of Galilee
The Sea of Galilee: Also referred to as Lake Tiberias or Kinneret in Hebrew, the Sea of Galilee is the lowest freshwater lake on Earth. It stands as the second-lowest lake worldwide, situated approximately 600 feet below sea level. Our hotel, Galei Kinneret, located along the shores of the Sea of Galilee, provides captivating vistas that are simply breathtaking. This well and conveniently located resort allowed us to easily visit the Jordan River, Capernaum, Bethsaida, and other nearby tourist destinations.
An evening at the Sea of Galilee
Sea of Galilee at Galei Kinneret Resort
Beautiful View
Galei Kinneret Resort
Having fun
The Resort
Capernaum (Kfar Nahum in Hebrew): situated on the shores of the Sea of Galilee, Capernaum was a fishing village and thought to be the location where Jesus launched His ministry. It was within these historical grounds that He called Peter, John, James, Andrew, and Matthew to become His first disciples.
Capernaum
Sea of Galilee
Beautiful Sea of Galilee
The Synagogue where it is believed Jesus first preached
The Synagogue
Capernaum
The house of Peter
Our initial visit to the site was unexpectedly abbreviated due to my attire; I had unknowingly violated the strict dress code by wearing shorts and baring my arms, and I had forgotten my shawl. Despite scorching temperatures reaching 100 degrees, religious protocols remained steadfast. However, upon our return, we were able to fully appreciate the site, including a synagogue believed to be where Jesus first preached, what is thought to be the house of Peter, and the breathtaking panorama of the Sea of Galilee.
Finally, Nazareth and Cana of Galilee: hold significant places in the life of Jesus. Nazareth was His hometown, where He spent His early years, while Cana was where He performed His first miracle, turning water into wine at a wedding celebration. As we drove through the town, there wasn’t much in terms of visible historical landmarks, yet the experience of traversing through such a historically rich area felt deeply satisfying.
Driving through Cana of Galilee
Cana
Nazareth
As a follower of Christ, my beliefs and faith are deeply rooted in the knowledge that much of Biblical history and the journeys of Jesus occurred on the very soil I walked on. This trip has been incredibly fulfilling for me. While I don’t subscribe to the belief that miraculous healings or mysterious transformations occur simply by stepping on this sacred ground, visiting this land and walking through its historical sites has long been a dream of mine. What an extraordinary experience!
Tel Aviv
Beachfront TLV
Delicious Israeli breakfast
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Tel Aviv Beach
TLV Beach
Throughout the year, numerous domestic trips took us to various destinations such as Georgia, Florida, Minnesota, North Carolina, Chicago, and Virginia. However, international travel remained the top highlight. Like many end-of-year holidays, we cherished spending quality time with family, friends, and the dedicated staff and children part of my nonprofit, Rising Above the Storms in Rwanda. These moments are always cherished.
If money and time posed no limitations, I would go everywhere, to every corner, every culture, every hidden gem.
What about you? Have you traveled anywhere recently, or are there places you’re dreaming of visiting? Do you have a bucket list? Feel free to share in the comments below. Thank you for taking the time to read about my experiences! Wishing you a blessed day!
After hearing about our trip to Greece & Malta, a friend asked me if I was now starting to tackle European countries since I’ve been to all US States. My friend is right 😁 I really do think that a travel bug has bit me, as my husband put it a couple of years ago. Thankfully though, I met my match. My husband was already a seasoned traveler before we met. When I started my first career after graduate school, my very first professional job required me to travel on regular basis. Being single and early in career, this was no problem at all. In fact, I embraced it and built a strategy around it.
On the top of the Malta Sightseeing Bus before it started raining
Exploring Malta
For instance, I traveled often to Phoenix, AZ; one time, I flew to Las Vegas, and visited Utah before my business trip to Phoenix. I also made sure that I traveled with just one airline (first American, now Delta), stayed with one hotel loyalty program (first Hilton, now Marriott) and rented cars with the same company (first Avis, now Hertz). The consistency allowed me to rack up miles, hotel and car rental points that I could use for personal travels; also, status accumulation allowed me to travel comfortably, and I am forever grateful for that!
This worked out perfectly, and allowed me to visit all 50 US states and Washington D.C in about 12 years. I felt super accomplished when my husband and I visited the Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming and Bozeman, Montana in September 2021, to mark #49 and #50 for me. I think it was the only item on my bucket list 😁
So how did I become a travel junkie? I am not entirely sure but all the credit goes to the possibilities the United States as a country has to offer. When I first arrived in the US, I had only been on a plane one other time and to two countries outside Rwanda. That was it! There were places to travel to in Africa of course, but I couldn’t afford it at the time.
In Mdina, with St Paul’s Cathedral in the background
In Mdina, with St Paul’s Cathedral in the background
St Paul’s Bay
So, Malta and Greece! A few people asked me why Malta? Greece is obvious I suppose, right? On the other hand, some people haven’t even heard of Malta before. I first learned about Malta from the Bible. In Acts 27, we learn about the Apostle Paul’s journey from Caesarea to Rome. When Paul and other prisoners were sent to Rome to be tried there, their ship was wrecked near the island of Malta. Paul, a warrior of the gospel of Christ, and one of the greatest apostles of all times, remained on the island of Malta for about 3 months where he continued to preach about Jesus, while in chains. Because of his ministry there, the majority of Maltese people identify themselves as Christian today.
Malta International Airport
St Julian’s
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When my husband and I decided that Malta would be included in our next destination, we also figured that Greece would be great to consider for our trip. After all, we didn’t think two weeks would be needed for a small island like Malta. Plus, any chance I get to make it to Europe, I try to visit more than one country. Because, why not? It’s easy and strategic honestly. My very first solo trip to Europe in 2012, I did just that. In about two weeks, I managed to visit Italy, France, Switzerland and Croatia. It was a lot for sure but so much fun! And another time, I visited England, Belgium and the Netherlands in 10 days!!
In May this year, we landed in Valletta, the capital of Malta, from Athens, Greece. My hubby and I figured that making Athens our European port of entry and exit would make things easier. And it did!
St Paul’s Bay, Malta
We only had three days planned in Malta, and oh boy did we use it to the fullest! We stayed in the beautiful town of St Julian’s, north of the Capital Valletta. On Day 1, we took the hop-on-hop-off bus that took us around the western and northern part of the island. Although it rained on and off that day, we still were able to visit a few places and sightsee, including cathedrals and historical church buildings that Malta has plenty of. Among them was St Paul’s Cathedral in Mdina (stop #10 on the map below), the “Silent City” that used to be the capital of Malta during the medieval period. The town is a mix of impressive medieval European architectures. Definitely a must see!
The North Route, Malta Sightseeing
Malta, Cormino and Gozo
On Day 2, we spent it at sea touring the Maltese Islands: Malta, Gozo and Comino. The temperatures were in the 70s, a little chilly over the waters but sunny and great overall. We used Malta Sailing Experiences, which is a family-run business, Patrick and his teenage son who has been competing in international sailing tournaments since he was 13. His son was our skipper for the day; he took us around and the journey was about 8 hours with stops.
We toured the St Paul’s island which is located off of St Paul’s Bay; which is known to be where Paul’s shipwreck happened. It was definitely great to see and imagine Paul’s journey to Rome. We also stopped by the Blue Lagoon off of the Island of Comino, which is absolutely breathtaking. The Island of Gozo is the second biggest after Malta, about 26 square miles, but as not as populated as the rest of Malta. We ended our trip at the Grand Harbor (Port of Valletta) which lies below Valletta, and the Three Cities of Cospicua, Vittoriosa and Senglea. Another must see in Malta!
About the sail around Malta
Mon ❤️
Valletta in the background
Amazing
St Paul’s island
St Paul’s island in the background
The Mediterranean Sea
The Blue Lagoon
The Grand Harbour (Port of Valletta)
The Grand Harbour
The Grand Harbour
Last day, we visited downtown Valletta, which is a very nice city. We toured the St John’s Cathedral, did a lot of walking downtown, and had lunch there and of course my favorite Chai Tea Latte from Starbucks. Yes there’s one there 😀 Navigating Malta was very easy. Uber was just starting there, while they mainly used the Bolt app. All drivers were friendly, many of them from Africa. The island of Malta is only about 50 miles south of Sicily, Italy, 170 or so miles east of Tunisia, and a little over 200 miles north of Libya. The trip to Malta was a quick one but definitely worthy it!
Downtown Valletta
St John’s Cathedral
St John’s Cathedral
Heading back to Greece was eventful, unfortunately! Somewhere inside the Malta Airport, I somehow lost my husband’s passport. Luckily, we were already past security and inside the airport; so we were allowed to board our flight to Athens that was already boarding as we scrambled to find the passport. Thankfully, the Aegean crew held the plane for us. Malta and Greece being part of the EU made it possible for us to continue our journey that day. We could have stayed longer to continue our search for the passport, but the challenge was that the only direct flight available between the two countries was through Aegean and would have been 3 days later. We debated on whether we should stay or leave; we already had travels to the Greek Islands scheduled. We trusted the Lord and took off.
Malta International Airport
As soon as we landed in Athens, we found out that our passport had been found and handled to the Malta airport police, which later delivered it to the US Consulate in Malta. While it was such a big relief, it turned out to be MUCH easier to apply for an emergency passport at the US Embassy in Athens than getting the Malta US Consulate to coordinate for a pickup with DHL International which we had prepaid for.
Long story short, my husband ended up applying for and obtaining an emergency passport the same day. I have never seen something as efficient as this otherwise cumbersome process. We had notified the Embassy in Athens as soon as we landed and they advised us to come there and apply for the emergency one rather than attempting to go through International Courier. They sure knew what they were talking about but we still went ahead and tried to arrange for pick up in Malta and delivery to our hotel in Athens. That would have been the easiest.
While the US Embassy staff in Athens had assured us a week earlier that it’d be no problem as they scheduled our appointment, we still were nervous about it. The day before our return to the US, on a Friday morning, about 24 hours prior to our takeoff, my hubby picked up his new passport 30 minutes after he applied. God is truly merciful! I was beyond impressed by the proficiency of the Athens US Embassy staff!
The view of the Acropolis from our Hotel in Athens
As soon as we arrived back into the US, my husband immediately applied for and got the new, ordinary passport. The emergency passport is only good for a year, and not all countries allow it. Obviously, applying in Athens meant that the one sitting at the Consulate in Malta was no longer valid! We also eventually received his old (annulled) passport mailed from Malta a few weeks after arriving home. We are so thankful to the person who found it in the airport and handed it to authorities 🙏🏾 Oh by the way, I’m not allowed to touch our passports unless I’m traveling alone 🤩😆
Exploring the Acropolis
It was super hot but worth it
The real Pantheon
Athens
While this mishap could have made our trip miserable, it was the opposite. We of course had to adjust our travels to the Greek Islands; our hotels and Aegean Airlines were very understanding with the changes. Landing from Malta, we spent a couple days in Central Athens overlooking the Acropolis and the Syntagma Square, we visited the hillside Plaka neighborhood donned with shops and restaurants, impressive alleys, vibrant night life. We did a day tour of the Acropolis, saw the Pantheon, Mars Hill (known to be where Paul delivered his sermon in Acts 17), ate all kinds of delicious treats. It’s safe to say that I’d be fine in Greece food-wise, or anywhere they serve Mediterranean food 😀
Strolling the streets of Athens
Delicious Meal
Cute building
Athens from Mars Hill
Aegean also allowed my husband to use his US Driver’s License to board our flight to Mykonos and later to Santorini and back to Athens. We praise God for that! Mykonos turned out to be so much fun. We were initially told that it is known as a hippie place for only party goers and all kinds of other things. We were pleasantly surprised to find that families and everyone can have fun there. We stayed at one of the most beautiful resorts I’ve ever seen, the Santa Marina, a Luxury Collection Hotel, part of Marriott. The view is breathtaking, the hotel staff were friendly, and they treated us so well.
Our private pool
Breakfast View
Yummy breakfast
My Love
Cheers Kostantis
A chapel at the hotel
World travelers ❤️❤️
Selfie
Beach!
Amazing View
All kinds of spreads
Us 😍
Santa Marina LC
The hotel view
While I have the highest status with Marriott Bonvoy as an Ambassador Elite, this doesn’t always translate to a great experience. This trip turned out to be one of our most favorites of all times, and this Mykonos Hotel made it to our top three stays, along with our honeymoon at the JW Marriott Phu Quoc Emerald Bay Resort, Vietnam and now the Ritz Carlton Aruba. We had a spa treatment there, good food and beautiful beach. One day we walked to the Greek restaurant called Kostantis and their food was authentic, absolutely delicious.
We also visited the Mykonos town, the famous Matoyianni Street, the Mykonos Windmills, the Little Venice, and the shopping capital of the island. Its cubic white washed houses and blue doors and windows in narrow little streets standing like a corn-maze are absolutely beautiful. We had lunch there and later retired to our hotel room since neither my hubby or I are party people 😄 we could have been happy at this hotel alone.
Exploring the Mykonos town
Matoyianni street
The Mykonos Windmills
Little Venice in the background
Little Venice
Biggest crepe ever
The last leg of our tour was Santorini before returning to Athens. It was great to see what the fuss is all about 🤩 Flying Aegean from Mykonos to Santorini meant that we’d have had to connect in Athens, which would make the trip even longer. Therefore, we opted for the island hopping vessel, a SeaJet fleet which was impressive. The trip was about 3 hours including couple of quick stops on the way. Food and Wi-Fi is provided onboard for a fee. The only hard part was disembarking as a large group; it seemed like the survival of the fittest 😂 In Santorini, we chose to stay south of the island at another Marriott hotel in Megalochori, a Luxury Collection Resort.
Off to Santorini, from Mykonos
Aboard the ship
Disembarking the ship into Santorini
The mountain up is so high with windy roads
The view of the ship from the top
We made sure to spend a day touring none other than the famous town of Oia, pronounced “eea“. I had hoped for the wind to do my own flying dress but the wind didn’t come until we had left 😄 Needless to say Oia is a must see and beyond picturesque. Although I don’t know how people who need wheelchairs can ever visit Oia; going up and down steep stairs between hotels and homes was mind boggling and scary at times. The day we left it was a little cold and super windy that I were glad we visited when we did.
Megalochori Neighborhood
Beautiful alleys
I would go back to Greece just to eat this
So many selfies
A cute church
Grapevines in the background
Biggest spoon ever
Famous Oia
Back in Athens we got the new passport, we explored the seaport area of Piraeus and ate more Greek food. Greece was the best experience to-date in our travels. While I normally don’t often go back to the same place, I’m already itching for our return there. We both loved it , and enjoyed our time both in Athens and on islands 🇬🇷 May be Crete next?
Beauty for Ashes 