A half hour drive off the pavement on dirt rouged roads.  Pass schools, barbed wire fences, cinderblock houses and cows.  Deep into a Swazi forest filled with giant cactus and throne trees.  A bit of God’s Kingdom was tucked away.  It wasn’t much, really it wasn’t anything.  Well not to the western eye.  But to the fifty children gathered under the big tree it was everything.  It was their life source.  Literally.  A meal.  Their only meal that day.  Two big cast iron pots sat with cool coals underneath and warm rice...

Two nights ago somthing strange happened to me. I had a nightmare. some may argue that this is not strange at all, but my last nightmare was ten years ago after i watched jumanji. I woke up several times in the night, not uncommon at all, except that it was from this bad dream. I planned on keeping it myself and not thinking about it in the morning. untill I talked to Billy. He seemed more intersted my normal about my nights rest and I asid i woke up a few times and expected to leave it at that. then bhe told me about his night.   It started when landon woke up and heard a voice...

Wednesday we got the chance to go to the hospital in Manzini. This hospital is run by the government, a government that doesn’t fufill the rights of the people. Patients in the hospital will be delayed care and treatment so that the government doesn’t have to pay to send them elsewhere. Children are insured but don’t receive the privileges. Many of the people in this hospital seem to have been forgotten and lost much of their dignity. Upon first entering the women’s ward with a few girls on my team, there was no presence of joy, something we had to rely on...

Hey everybody, A lot has already happened in two weeks time. I need to introduce you to some of my new friends. This week we’ll kick off with Daban a.k.a. ‘Drooler’. He is a boy at the Timbutini care point, which is the closest to our homestead. I’d say he’s around 5 years old. His two front teeth are missing, and his food never seems to make it past his face into his mouth. He always has a ring of his latest meal plastered to his cheeks and chin. The kid never stops smiling… or drooling. I had the pleasure of sitting in the back of Discipleship class...

  Saneebonanee! (or hello!) friends! I’m in Swaziland, Africa right now… crazy right? The village we are living in is called Timbutini which literally translates to “too many goats” and the name couldn’t be more fitting. They are all over the place. On our homestead there are goats, cows, hens and about 5 too many roosters. The roosters are horrible. When you think rooster you think about them crowing when the sun comes up. Not ours. They are blind or something cause they regularly start crowing between 2:30am-3:30am and keep going till it’s light...

  Hey Everybody!!! My team and I made it safely to Swaziland! We are staying on a homestead in a town called Timbutini in Manzini. Swaziland is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It is not at all what I was expecting Africa to look like. So far the Swazi people have been very welcoming. The first day that we were in Swaziland a few of us went down to a care point that is down the road from our homestead. We played with the kids for a little whil and we talked to the gogos (grandmothers). It was a lot of fun learning more about the culture...