Author: Adventures

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m a huge animal lover. Most of the time it’s a blessing. While other times it is not so much. Those of you who have been to Africa will know, loving animals is not quite so much a blessing here. The people treat their animals as….well…. animals. Which is doable until it gets to the point where it’s literally beating their animals. This is what I encountered the other day. We were traveling back from ministry in Manzini and we saw this man beating his dog. I’ve never seen it to this extent though. I’ve...

What is your favourite thing about TImbutini?   As our time here is ending and we are preparing to move to Nsoko next week I thought I would ask everyone what is their favourite thing about TImbutini. SO here it is:  Colleen: That we know people here and people know us. Shannon: Church. The atmosphere and everything about it with the singing and worship. When little kids sit on your lap and play with your jewelry. That nobody has a plan and are so chill about everything. Nikki: Tucker (our dog). Having the little kids sit on your lap. Nozipho, our translators, family....

Opening our eyes…. What does that really mean? Opening your eyes? Cause our eyes are open constantly- almost 16 hours a day or so. But isn’t it amazing how you can walk the same path, to the same place, every day for a month and yet never notice the people you pass or the beautiful tree you “see”every day but dont really?   God opened my eyes the other day. I have beeen walking the same way for a month and a half, passing the same houses and same people and I’ve even noticed the houses. But never has it crossed my mind to go see who lived there and say...

Lenhle is one of the most beautiful little girls. Her name even means beautiful. She’s four years old. Her smile is contagious. Her laugh is one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard. She’s stolen a little piece of my heart. She picked me. My very first time at the care point, she saw me and came running and jumped into my arms. And I continue to fall more in love with her every time we visit the Timbutini Care Point.     I don’t know her story. I don’t know where she comes from. I don’t know where her parents are, if they’re taking care of...