Five people went to the front and began to worship. They didn’t have instruments but honestly, I think instruments would have distracted from the beauty of what was being sung. I understood none of what they were singing, but this allowed me to bask in what was around me. My heart was taken over by their passion to worship and their unashamed actions. The room quickly filled with harmonies and praises. I have never been around so many people who could sing as beautifully and as loudly as the people here. !
Worship continued and with each song came immense strength and longing for our Father. The words that they sang, they believed with a fiery passion and no one was ashamed to share this; it was there in the open for all to see and I could tell that God was pleased. While the pastor spoke, people in the congregation would start to sing and then again the beautiful voices rang in my ears. I was filled to the brim with love for these Swazi people.!
This was the moment that I felt for the first time that I was home. God told me long ago that I would be coming here and that the missions field would be my life, but for the first time I got to experience what it felt like to live God’s calling, not just dream about it. I step out of our house every morning in awe of the beauty surrounding me. Every child I see I’m immediately in love with. I feel such a deep and unexplainable longing for the people here. Every bit of me is full of God’s great grace.
