Author: Adventures

Children Of The Gutter

This past week we have been visiting a care point unlike any other carepoint I?ve ever seen. It?s across from the dump in Manzini. This part of the city is poverty ridden and basically disgusting. Since I?ve been doing ministry over seas, and specifically in Africa, I?ve seen a good bit of poverty? but nothing quite like this. These children literally live in filth. They smell like urine, They always have a runny nose And they?re covered in dirt. This would make most people hard to love, but not these kids. As soon as we show up to the carepoint they are all smiles, they just want to be...

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Life in Africa

My heart is aching currently.  This first week of ministry has already wrecked my heart and made it stronger in more ways than I could have ever imagined.  The beautiful babies here love with an unconditional love that I wish I could emulate.  They remind me of Jesus. I am so thankful for that.  I want to learn to love like these children.  They have literally nothing and still smile, giggle, and shine the light of Christ in every moment. My days usually consist of me sitting on a rock, tree, tire, or simply in the dirt holding the hands of at least 3 babies at a...

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We live in a hut…

Once upon a time…. We live in Africa. This is like no other African experience. We live in the bush. We live in a hut. Like seriously a real hut. The roof is made of straw. But, I am freaking thankful for it. We have an outhouse. I don’t recommend looking down inside of it…. But if you do…. bless your soul. That is an experience I would never wish upon anyone. Aside from raccoons…. My new fear has become falling into that hole. It is unrighteous. But, I am freaking thankful. We don’t have running water…. We get water from this big ol’ metal tank called a...

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We Made It!

After a 3 hour bus ride….9 hour wait at the Atlanta airport and many cups of coffee….Plus a 16 hour flight over the Atlantic….We have officially arrived in Johannesburg, South Africa. We are staying here for the night and getting up bright and early to hop on a busand party all the way up to Swaziland. We have met some extremely interesting people along the way. I’m sure we will compile a blog with all of our stories soon enough. In the airport…we lounged and ate chick-fl-a….and drank way to much coffee….and rode up and down the escalators….and...

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Here In Swaziland

Here In Swaziland… You Learn to go the bathroom on a squattie. You take a shower once a week because it’s just to difficult to wash your hair and body in a bucket. You get used to your feet being dirty all the time and having dirt tan lines. You don’t get flattered when a man asks you to be his wife because they ask ALL Americans. They all need “just one” Washing dishes doesn’t work very well at night without a headlamp because there is no outside lighting. Instant coffee is drank because it’s needed not because it tastes delicious.  You fall...

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Welcome to Swazi: The Land of “Hurry Up and Wait”

This is where: -you just accept the fact that there is a large pile of dirt and dust at the bottom of your sleeping bag-Swazi house music is just older American music-you realize that in the end, fat cakes are the only thing worth spending money on-Friday nights consist of extra spoonfuls of peanut butter-you literally never know what will happen next-you think that Riverstone Mall is your safe place, but then you hear that 2 hours earlier, a police officer was murdered-the internet cafe ruins the rest of your free day because it’s so stressful-you no longer know proper American...

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