Author: Adventures

Today has been a day full of dancing. At the care point, we played music and had a big dance party with all the kids. It was a new, fun, silly kind of loving. One little seven-year-old boy was such a joy to dance with. He would copy every move we would do, with excellence actually. (He was a pro at shaking his hips!) We danced and laughed all afternoon and I realized what a beautiful picture it was. We, as followers of Christ, are called to have child-like faith; faith that sees what Jesus does and copys it, just like copying the silly dance moves. The sweet little boy had his eyes...

Today represented a day in their shoes.  I went to do construction and we were done by 10 am then I was able to create ministry.  A lady name Sinphiwe came to fetch water with her 9 month old baby named Phimelele.  I saw her pushing a wheelbarrow down the rocky dirt road with two five gallon containers for water with her baby in the wheelbarrow naked.  I began talking to Sinphiwe about life, how often she had to fletch water, about her son and her homestead.  I found out that she was a single mother and she is 21 years old.  I could not beleive the process that...

Psalm 86. Besides posting the whole Bible this is what you need to read! The people here love scripture ANY scripture. It is truly amazing how encouraged and thankful they get when you read scripture to them. This week God is changing my heart more and more towards scripture and teaching me how to use it!! I will stop writing now and let God’s love letter speak for itself. Kisses from SWAZILAND!!Megan Kittilstad

My favorite scene: I love walking to the care point in the morning. The sun is always shining and there are no clouds in the bright blue sky. After we dodge chickens, roosters, dogs, goats, and cows, we lock the gate of the homestead behind us. As we walk down the dusty and rocky road, we increasingly hear shouts of joy mixed with Siswati phrase. Looking up from the ground, I see 30 Swazi children running full force towards us-shining white smiles, bare feet, arms outstretched-as a dust cloud follows them. Our hearts overflow with joy as we run, tripping in our long skirts, to them. They...