God is Exalted: My Blogging Experience So Far!

When I started this blog back in July 2012, unlike most bloggers and writers I know, I honestly didn’t have a goal in mind that I wanted to achieve with it; for instance, reaching a specific type of demography, audience, how many people per month/year, or what type of posts to focus on, not to mention that English is not my 1st or 2nd language, can’t you tell ;).

Back then, I didn’t know how to work on a website, leave alone writing a blog that people would be interested in visiting and reading. I didn’t really have an exciting adventure to share with the world. I didn’t just move to a new country or enter a new era such as motherhood, a new career or discover a hidden talent. I was not a blossoming writer who was embarking on this journey with skills to enlighten people’s ears, hearts and minds.

Thankfully none of my friends asked me what I wanted to achieve through this blog. I honestly wouldn’t have had an answer to that. I mean, who else starts something without short/long term goals in mind? Anyway, now you know who I am, a blogger without blogging goals. Well, may be not so fast. There is one important thing that I haven’t noted here yet, it can may be help you judge then?

Part 1: Most visitors on this blog are located in United States, then Rwanda, India and so on.

Part 1: Most visitors on this blog are located in United States, then Rwanda, India and so on.

As a genocide against the Tutsi survivor and orphan by definition, God Has done so much in my life that I was feeling selfish to keep it to myself. If I started writing one by one, it will not be just one book, but multiple. Because God is great in me, that’s why I started this blog. If you look close, I have no talents! The credit goes to GOD.

I hope that this is convincing enough to you; I am very grateful for your time reading this. Oh by the way, although I must say that I have been learning a lot about blogging since 2012, I am still a work in progress. My full time job? I am an engineer, hopefully that explains it, or may be not.

What the above stats mean, it’s not about numbers; absolutely not. It’s a prayer to each and everyone who reads this blog that they will learn and/or be encouraged by the God who changed my life for good. I am so thankful to all my readers in the listed and unlisted countries.

Part 2: Continuation from Part 1

Part 2: Continuation from Part 1

My prayer today is that God who has been amazing to me in Rwanda, United States and other places, that He will build his kingdom wherever you are as you read this, win all the nations back to him and that his name will be lifted high.

Am I allowed to have favorites since I am the one who wrote these articles? May be! I love every post I have shared but here are the top 10 among my readers (statistics) and myself. Click on any of these below to read details and you will understand the reason I blog:

  1. In A Garden of Fame Where Their Treasured Memories Grow Fonder
  2. “To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.” — Maya Angelou
  3. Inconceivable Heroism Amid Horror
  4. Rising From Ashes: Beyond Broken Memories!
  5. Is it Always Possible to Forgive? This is how I understand it!
  6. Hope
  7. God is not “Fair”, He is JUST!
  8. The Truth Behind My Smile
  9. It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” ~ Mother Teresa
  10. My Soul Magnifies the Lord: Now & Always!

God bless you,

Alphonsine

Is it Always Possible to Forgive? This is how I understand it!

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This year, I have had the profound privilege of speaking about the 1994 Genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda (1994) and its aftermath, especially to younger audiences—middle school, high school, and college students. I have been deeply moved by their honesty, curiosity, and thoughtful questions.

At Phillips Middle School in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, I had the opportunity to speak to about 100 seventh-grade students. I had never felt so at ease sharing my life story with young people as I did that day. When I told them I was their age during the genocide, they were shocked. That realization created an immediate connection between us and made the conversation easier, because suddenly they could relate not just to the history, but to the age of the girl who lived through it.

Before my visit, their teacher had prepared them by teaching about the genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda and by sharing parts of my story. Their initial response was clear: “It is impossible to forgive someone who has committed genocide crimes.” Yet after the talk, some of them came to speak with me personally. I was deeply touched

After speaking at Philips Middle School
@ Phillips Middle School, Feb 2014

At Trinity Academy in Raleigh, North Carolina, where I spoke to high school students in grades 9 through 12, the students had read my story in advance. Before I even arrived, they had submitted more than one hundred questions. Their questions were thoughtful, sincere, and deeply probing. I would like to share a few of them:

  • Do you believe, in this circumstance, that forgiveness is an intelligent decision?
  • How do you help others learn to forgive? 
  • Just wondering, but Jesus said forgive 70 x 7 times and then that again, is that number larger enough to accommodate for the amount of deaths?
  • What has been your greatest struggle since your trials in 1994?
  • How do you keep your strength in forgiving your enemies? I understand God gives you strength but the event of your family being killed is still a hard thing to coup with.
  • How are you able to cope with talking about this horrible event over and over and not react to it in a negative way? But be able to find the good in the situation?
  • Is this similar to what is happening in Syria right now? A civil war containing of family and neighbors and friends fighting each other? 

I was struck by how quickly these students grasped the weight and complexity of what they had read, even before I had the chance to speak to them. I do not claim to have answers to all of these questions, nor do I see myself as an expert on forgiveness. I am only sharing my life experience and what my eyes have seen.

This post is not intended to teach others how to forgive genocide crimes, or even to define forgiveness in general. It is simply my own story and experience. So please bear with me if your beliefs or opinions differ from mine.

There is no question about the depth of the loss. The Genocide against the Tutsi stole the most precious part of my life: my extraordinary parents, two of my siblings, and countless friends, neighbors, and classmates. My peaceful world was forever altered and violently shattered. The tragedy left me with deep wounds, permanent scars, and injuries I never asked for. Even now, I tremble as I try to comprehend such cruelty—how human beings became so ferocious, and how many of my loved ones were humiliated before they were killed.

Speaking to Salem College Student about Forgiveness
@ Salem College, Winston-Salem, NC. Feb 2014

For a long time, I wanted to blot out my past completely and pretend the horror had only been a nightmare. In silence, I wished the month of April could be erased from the Gregorian calendar. For many years, I did not believe anything good could ever happen to me in April. In Kinyarwanda, April—Mata—means “milk,” perhaps echoing the country once described as flowing with milk and honey.

But in Mata 1994, streams of innocent blood ran down the hills and settled in the plains. Corpses filled rivers and mass graves. Crime scenes were hidden in an effort to conceal evil. Sorrow covered every high and low place in Rwanda, and voices of grief rang across the country of a thousand hills. It was the month when terror engulfed Rwanda, when longer daylight and shorter nights exposed those in hiding—people running for their lives, without even understanding why they were being hunted down to be hacked to death.

In that Mata, the soil of Rwanda opened to swallow the blood of innocent and beloved people who meant the world to me, without explanation. Then came the nightmares—reliving the horror again and again, waking up gasping for air, wondering if it was Mata all over again. Those terrifying nights lasted for years before I could have a normal dream that brought any calm to my soul.

And yet, I forgave those who caused this misery. I forgave them from the heart. The truth, however, is that it is nearly impossible to explain what it takes to move forward after genocide crimes, hatred, and injustice beyond comprehension. Any attempt to do so feels inadequate. But this is why I did it. No—let me say it rightly: this is what Jesus has done in me:

  • The 1994 genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda has caused irreversible damage in my life

Four members of my family were killed, not because of any crime they committed. Their death sentence was their physical appearance—something they were never given the chance to negotiate with God at birth. With that said, there is nothing in this life that can ever bring them back.

Not even if I were given the power to destroy everyone responsible, or to remove everyone who does not wish me well. But there is One who rules the world with justice, and He sees everything. “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.” Matthew 5:9

So when I feel anger and hatred crouching at the door of my heart, I remember Romans 12:20: “To the contrary, if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” It is written, and it is true. The greatest vengeance you can ever take against someone who has wronged you is to forgive them.

Speaking at the Summit Church
@ The Summit Church, Durham, NC. November 2013
  • My parents and two siblings are in heaven with God.

Absolutely. Beyond any shadow of doubt. Their tears are gone, and their pain has come to an end. They are no longer being tortured. They are no longer grieving. Their journey on this earth ended far too soon, but their life with Jesus will never end. I wait patiently for the day I will see them again, in a life that knows no sorrow and no broken heart. I miss them with a sorrow that runs deep.

With that said, it is written in Hebrews 12:14:Strive for peace with everyone and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord”. For all it is worth, I long for holiness because I long to see God, who has my parents and two siblings with Him. Holiness, on my part, includes forgiveness—not only toward those who made me an orphan, but also toward everyone who has hurt me, in matters both small and great.

  • Forgiveness benefits the forgiver more than the one being forgiven.

Beyond the Word of God, even science has shown that forgiveness brings healing. When you love someone, you think about them often and wish them well. In the same way, when you have been deeply wronged, every reminder of the injustice done to you or to someone you love can stir a reaction, whether consciously or unconsciously. That reaction may show itself through rage, frustration, nightmares, headaches, lack of trust, sleep disorders, depression, withdrawal, resentment, and more.

“One source explains: Studies from the National Library of Medicine  found forgiveness to be associated with lower heart rate and blood pressure, as well as stress relief. A later study found forgiveness to be positively associated with five measures of health: physical symptoms, medications used, sleep quality, fatigue, and somatic complaints.” In other words, forgiveness can affect not only the heart and mind, but the body as well.

Personally, I want my mind to be occupied by treasured memories and by hope. The wonders of God in my life overwhelm me with gratitude and humility. He held my hand and reminded me that I was not alone through trials and tribulations, when no one else was there to comfort me. My God and I remain undefeated.

As for those who have hurt me, their evil intentions have no place in my records. As I extend forgiveness to them, whether they ask for it or not, I feel free. Each time I forgive, my heart feels lighter, as though a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulders.

Speaking at the PKN Raleigh
@ PKN Raleigh, NC. May 2013
  • I make mistakes, too!

“I’m a sinner, FIRST, sinned against SECOND.” ~ The Summit Church

I have to remind myself of this all the time. Just as Jesus said, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. I often find myself thinking, wishing, or even doing things that I would not want to entertain in my right mind, simply because of the desires of my sinful heart. And when that happens, I have to stop and ask myself: Seriously? How did I even allow myself to think that, or do that?

Romans 3:23 goes like this: “for all have sinned and fell short of the glory of God”.

I do not see anywhere that says only those who shed blood are sinners. Everyone, including victims, needs Jesus. If we are all in the same boat, then on what basis am I better qualified to judge others and decide their fate?

In Mathew 18:21-35, after Peter asked Jesus how many times he should forgive a brother who sins against him, Jesus told the parable of the unforgiving servant. A king had a servant who owed him an enormous debt—so great he could never repay it. Since he could not pay, the king ordered that he and his family be sold. But the servant fell on his knees and begged for more time. Out of pity, the king forgave the debt completely.

Yet as soon as that same servant left, he found a fellow servant who owed him a much smaller amount. He grabbed him, began choking him, and demanded full payment. When the man could not pay, he had him thrown into prison. When the master learned what had happened, he was furious. He handed the unforgiving servant over to be punished until his own debt could be paid.

Honestly, if my past, present, and future sins were converted into any kind of currency, I would be imprisoned for life. They are too many to count. Because I, too, have been forgiven, I do not want to be like that unforgiving servant. My part in all of this is to forgive—even when those who have wronged me do not deserve it and never ask for it.

  • Everyone will be held accountable for their acts, someday!

This life will end. There is no doubt about that. One day, we will all stand before God—whether we believe in Him or not—and our works in this life will be measured and tested. Hebrews 4:13 says: “And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.” God sees it all, and His judgment is perfectly accurate.

The example for our lives was set at the cross, where Jesus died in shame to reconcile the world to God. He is the greatest example of what it means to forgive, even when the pain is beyond measure.

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healedIsaiah 53: 4-5

 “Forgiveness is not an occasional act, it is a constant attitude.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.

“Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” Romans 12: 19

Sins may carry different weight, but I am not the one to decide which ones are unforgivable. God sees it all, and He alone is the righteous Judge. Who am I to take His seat? I am neither wise enough to fully understand His ways nor qualified to question what He is doing.

More than anything, this gives me peace. Knowing that He will deal justly with my enemies teaches me to truly forgive and to leave the rest to God’s wrath. This is my understanding of forgiveness.

 “You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.” – Lewis B. Smedes.

“When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free.” ~ Catherine Ponder

In A Garden of Fame Where Their Treasured Memories Grow Fonder: Two Decades Later!

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It’s hard to believe it’s been twenty years since you left us. The world simply hasn’t been the same without your presence — your beauty, your love, your light.

It still feels like yesterday,
when life was whole — a joyful family of eight, wrapped in your love and safety.

The pain of your absence never fades.
Not a day goes by without thoughts of you.
Though you’re no longer with us in body,
your memory lives — richly, eternally — in our hearts.

I believe God loved you so deeply that He called all four of you to His side.
But if I could ask Him for just one impossible gift,
it would be this:

To give me wings.
To soar to where you are.
To hold you tight,
to say “I love you,”
and never let go.

Until that eternal day, I remain under the shelter of God’s wings.
One day, death will lose its power, our tears will be wiped away,
and our hearts will be whole again — forever.

A Treasured Garden of Fame!

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My dearest little sister, Marie Claudine “Magnifique” — you were an angel in life, and you left this world like one

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It still breaks my heart to know you were among the very first taken
in our village when the Genocide against the Tutsi began that Thursday morning.
What could you have possibly done to deserve such cruelty?

I’m grateful I had the chance to say goodbye —
to see you one last time, your arms folded as if in prayer,
even as blood marked the violence that silenced you.
The image haunts me,
but I cling to the truth that God loved you far more than I ever could.

You left this world like an angel,
and I imagine heaven welcomed you with open arms that very morning —
Thursday, April 7th.
I marvel at the celebration held in your honor,
and I smile through tears knowing you were cherished.

One day, you’ll tell me all about it.
And when my time here is complete —
the very life that was spared this same month, twenty years ago —
I’ll catch you up on everything you’ve missed.

Until then,
I’ll carry your memory and love with me… always.
I will love you — forever.

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Papa, you left too soon, but the confidence you placed in me as a little girl still carries me forward.

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I vividly remember the day you surrendered your final breath — Sunday afternoon, April 17th.
That was the day we overheard the Hutu Interahamwe boasting that they had cut you into three pieces, and that they were hunting for us — Mom and the five children — to finish us all.

How could anyone on this earth harm you?

You may have been tortured in the flesh, but I know your sweet soul is safe with the God you taught us to pray to.
Do you remember how your face lit up whenever I did well in school?
I know you would have been proud to see me finish all the way to graduate school, land my dream job, and build a life in a faraway country that has become my new home.
Can you believe you weren’t here to celebrate with me?

I miss you every day.
But Jesus — my Savior and King — stands in your place and Mom’s.
He comforts me when I am afraid, He cheers when I succeed, and He still loves me when I fail.

Late 1994, I had a dream where I promised you:
That I would love your surviving children as you would have, had you lived.
I am humbled to say that I have kept that promise.
Whatever I have, I have shared with them.
And as long as I have breath, they will never lack for anything.

When Jesus returns in glory, and all the nations stand before Him, I will not be ashamed.
The Holy Spirit Himself is my witness.
And I know you, Mama, Marie Claudine, and Jean Felix will be among the great cloud of witnesses there.

There is so much I want to tell you — but for now, I trust God to fill you in.

I miss you, Papa.
But I am strong because of the foundation you laid, and the God you taught me to worship.
P.S. — Thank you and Mama for giving me the name Alphonsine — “warrior.”
You named me well. You prepared me for the battles ahead.

Rest in heavenly peace, Papa.
I will love you eternally.

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Dear Mama, when I think back to our final moments together, I’m reminded of how you always stood for the truth — even when it cost you everything.

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As we waited by the mass grave for our death sentence that Sunday afternoon, April 24th, I remember how the blood-shedders asked if you had more children elsewhere, so they could hunt them down too.
You didn’t lie. You stood in truth — ready to walk into God’s heaven.

I remember pleading with the killers — begging them not to harm you before I came back, when they assigned a soldier to escort me — not to protect me, but to make sure I wouldn’t escape — as I went to bring Eric, Alice, and Noella.
Those desperate words were my final conversation with you.
And yet, by a miracle I can never explain, all three of them — and I — survived.

Today, I am their mother.
I love them more than anything in this life, and I do everything I think you and Papa would have done for us.
They — and God — are my witnesses.

Oh, how I wish you could see them now!
They’re all grown, beautiful, and extraordinary.
Eric and Alice will finish their Master’s degrees this year, and Noella, your last born, is completing college.
They are the greatest gifts I have ever received.

And there’s more:
Eric is marrying the love of his life later this year — a woman so incredible you would have adored her too.
God and I will take care of every detail in their wedding.
It breaks my heart that you and Papa won’t be there to see it.

Noella barely remembers your faces, but that’s okay. She has me now.
And as long as I live, she will be cherished, spoiled, and protected — this I promise you and Papa forever.

Mama, did God tell you that He blessed me with another mother here on earth?
She may not look like you, but she loves and nurtures me just as you did — almost as if you had sent her yourself.

I have so many amazing friends now, in a land far from our homeland.
They make me feel loved, and special.
I know you would be so proud.

Even though I only had you for a few short years, your love was pure, fierce, and unforgettable.
I still hear your voice when I am sick, feel your comfort when I am overwhelmed, and remember how you spoiled me with a love that asked for nothing in return.

There’s so much more I want to tell you — but I will save it for when we meet again in heaven.

I will love you forever, Mama.
Always.

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My dear big brother Jean Felix, I’ll never forget how you stood as my protector at school — tall and strong, making sure no one dared come near

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I’m so sorry that my last memory of you is one of suffering.
I wish I had been stronger — strong enough to stop the Hutu Interahamwe who beat you with sharp wires, while blood poured down your beautiful face.
That moment is burned into my heart.

Whenever I watch The Passion of the Christ, I’m reminded of you.
Just like Jesus, you were brutally beaten though you had done nothing wrong. And when I see His face — broken, bleeding, innocent — I see yours.

But I know, with absolute certainty, that on Sunday afternoon, April 24th, Jesus welcomed you and Mama into His beautiful heaven.
You belonged there far more than in this world of pain and injustice.

Those memories are hard to carry, but they also give me courage.
Knowing you’re no longer suffering brings me comfort and strength to keep going.

I know well that I will see you again — with Mama, Papa, and Magnifique — when I finish the work you all began, and fulfill the mission God entrusted to me.
That’s why He didn’t take me with you that day, okay? He had more for me to do.

Rest in God’s eternal peace.
I miss you every single day.
I will love you, all my days.

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Jean Eric, Alice, Alphonsine, Mireille Noella

Eric, Alice, Alphonsine, Mireille Noella. 03/10/2014

Dear Loved Ones,

Eric, Alice, Noella, and I — twenty years later — still carry your memory as vividly as ever. Your love continues to water our spirits daily, etched into the pillars of our hearts. You are our heroes, and we hold fast to your words, your example, and your pride.

As we mark this twentieth commemoration of your lives taken too soon, we choose again to forgive those who killed you simply for how you looked, something you never bargained for at birth.

We pray your killers find God and repent, but if not, they will stand before the Redeemer and the Defender of the Fatherless. Justice is His alone. He will repay.

Your legacy lives on in us. We are stronger because of you, and everything we do is to make you proud.
We miss you deeply, but we know that you now dwell in the place where souls like yours belong — in peace, in glory, in heaven.

We will finish what you began.
You are alive in our hearts for as long as we live.
We will love you — forever and always.