When I first got back from our missions trip to Africa in June I wrote a post about not wanting to
I guess, I was a little naive when I wrote that. Because I can’t stop thinking about the families, mostly women and children that I had the privileged of meeting in Africa . God has infused them in my spirit. He broke my heart for them and placed them in the wound and it aches.
When I crawl into our big bed and lay my head on my clean soft pillow my thoughts drift to those in the slum no bed ,no pillow. Only a dirty slum floor to sleep on after an another endless day of slum life.
When I brush my teeth with our endless supply of clean tap water. My thoughts drift the little children over there with burns on their arms and hands. From trying to boil their own water. Just to have a drink.
When I brush my hair each morning my heart aches for the children that ran their small fingers through it, braided it and chattered happily in my ear with excitement that we had come to visit them .
Each snack and meal I prepare ,each grocery store visit. Breaks my hearts for them. Our brother and sisters in Africa have little to no food to make for themselves or their children. Why we should have so much and they should have so little.
As we go back to school shopping and get ready for our first day of school. I think of the children there that I saw sitting in the streets not in school getting where they belong getting an education, their only hope of maybe one day leaving the slum. Yet with no public school system in Africa if you can’t pay for an education you don’t get one…
As I pray over my children at night thanking God for all we have, praying for their futures. Praying that God would use them ,and how blessed we are to have them in our family. I know half way around the world my African friends are praying that their children survive one more day, that they might have a meal ,that their daughters not be raped ,that the their sick child would be healed. For most in Africa prayer is the only medicine and the only place to go to have a need met. God seemed bigger in Africa the prayers louder. In Africa God truly is the only answer for their problems.
Meet the the people and see Africa as we experienced it in this video HOPE by my friend Alyssa
Would you join me in praying for them ? I believe we can make a difference in their lives ,in some small way we can be an answer to their prayers. At the very least we can go to God and pray for them on their behalf.
One last goodbye
The children of Mararui Slum waving goodbye as we drove away.
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