The more I prayed, the more aware I became that, in order to receive God's true blessing, my heart had to be ready to receive His love. But how could… - Immaculée Ilibagiza

I see thunderstorms around us now, but these are just baby storms,” the psychic told her. “The mother storm is coming. When she arrives, her lightning will scorch the land, her thunder will deafen us, and her heavy rain will drown us all. The storm will last for three months and many will die. Those who escape will find no one to turn to—every friendly face will have perished.

Forgiving the men who killed my parents and brother was a process, a journey into deeper and deeper prayer.

For Tutsi to be able to forgive is an individual matter, at the level of the heart.