Dancing at the Well by Leigh Kramer

As we drove down the dirt road and turned beneath the gate, we were greeted with sound. And not just sound but joyful praise.

Bubanza was alive with music.

I slid out of the backseat of the SUV, still unsure what I was walking into. How do you prepare yourself to attend a well dedication? How do you know what to expect from a celebration of clean water?

I walked toward the sound, dozens of children singing and clapping. Just behind them, a crowd of women singing and dancing. I was mesmerized by the expressions on their faces. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand the song. Joy needs no translation.

Read the rest of Leigh’s reflection over at SheLoves Magazine!