Author: Adventures

Sparks

I thought I was going to come to this country to make a difference. I thought I was going to come back with stories about the hundreds of people that accepted Christ, the thousands of orphans that now know they are loved, and the many that were healed. While we did amazing things, or rather God did through and in us, it is so little compared to what this country needs. It is impossible for us to create the men of God that this country needs, or love every orphan, or pray for everyone that needs healing. It is so hard to know that we will leave this country without seeing drastic...

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EXTINCT BY 2050

Every time someone asks me about what I want to do with the rest of my life I tell them that I feel called to a tiny place in southern Africa called Swaziland. I wish you guys could see some of the looks I get.   “Swaziland?! Is that even a real place?” “It sounds like an amusement park” “Really funny, so what are you actually planning to do with your life.”   These are just a few common responses I get when I mention Swaziland.   Yes Swaziland is a weird name, and yes it is a very small but I look at some of the most beautiful faces on the planet everyday and it breaks my...

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A Boy Called Me Mom

A boy called me mom… My heart will forever be changed.   I will forever be attached to Swaziland… Because a boy called me mom.   A boy who is old enough to know the meaning of mother… Called me mom.   A boy who speaks good English… Called me mom.   A boy who I met on the first day we ever did ministry and have been OBSESSED with ever since… Called me mom.   A boy with gaping holes in all of his clothing… Called me mom.   A boy whose shoes are barely holding together… Called me mom.   A boy who at the age...

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A Boy Called Me Mom

A boy called me mom… My heart will forever be changed.   I will forever be attached to Swaziland… Because a boy called me mom.   A boy who is old enough to know the meaning of mother… Called me mom.   A boy who speaks good English… Called me mom.   A boy who I met on the first day we ever did ministry and have been OBSESSED with ever since… Called me mom.   A boy with gaping holes in all of his clothing… Called me mom.   A boy whose shoes are barely holding together… Called me mom.   A boy who at the age...

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I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN.

My heart tends to fight for the underdog and against the big bad bully in nearly every situation. My heart aches for the ones who are picked on or are generally ignored. These feelings also surface not only in caring for the underdog but in disciplining the oppressor (Future Teacher Status). The “Dump” carepoint in Manzini, is a place in which the Lord has truly showed me his face and his love for the ignored of this world. Upon arriving nearly 7 weeks ago and each Monday that followed, I felt and noticed a continued air of sexuality and inappropriateness over the young children. They...

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This is the End of Apathy

I sit on the floor of a hut, where Gogos, Geckos, frogs, chickens, sisters, moths and Jeffries make cameos. The dirt never fully comes off of my feet or out of my clothes. I really only bathe and do laundry out of buckets for mental comfort. Not too long before I left, I found myself sitting in front of my flat screen TV telling my mom how badly I NEED an iPhone. Here I see needs, poverty, and emptiness on a whole new level than imaginable. Yet, I sit and complain about my phone? This is the end… Nights leading up to me leaving I would stay up late, again in front of my flat screen...

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