I am officially in Cape Town, South Africa!  Wow it is beautiful here.  Our team is doing Unsung Heroes this month, which means we don’t have a specific ministry for this whole month.  We are seeking out and networking with people that have ministries here in Cape Town and would benefit from a World Race team serving them for a month.  We are interviewing these people and then signing them up for consideration for future World Race teams.  What an amazing month this will be!  We have a bit more flexibility and space to pursue people and walk by faith.  We had practice last month walking by faith and trusting that God would provide.  We called this “faith day.”

Our contact this last month was Brian Williams; he is a wild man from India, long hair, bold, and unforgiving.  He is an incredible teacher, and a man of incredible faith.  During our final week with him, he scheduled a day of faith for us, in which we were not allowed to take anything with us but the clothes on our back, the Holy Spirit, and one partner.  We would go out in twos and ask God to provide clean water, food, transport, and people to minister to.  I was not looking forward to this day. 

No matter how hard I tried to halt time and space, that fateful day still came.  I embarked with my partner, Scott, and told him:  “I don’t want to do today.  It’s not that I’m scared of getting lost or shunned or going without food.  I am afraid of expecting God to provide and being let down.”

Scott replied:  “Yeah I know what you mean.  I feel the same way.”

As we walked we began to pray: “Lord, we are sorry we have such little faith in You, but if we are honest this is how we feel, we pray that you would prove us stupidly wrong.  Amen.”

We continued walking and I was suddenly struck by Psalm 23:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides  along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and our staff, they comfort me.. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life., and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. … I began to feel peace. 

After walking for a ways Scott noticed a massive school that we had never noticed before.  This school had a massive wall around it and security.  It almost looked like an embassy or a capital.  It had beautiful architecture, big statues, and meticulously kept landscaping.  We prayed for the students that went to the school.  We both felt drawn to the school, even though both of us had originally planned on going miles away to another city. 

Scott tentatively said that he felt like we needed to go pray for the principal of the school.  So we began to work our way through security and school faculty to the principal.  It was almost as if he was waiting for us.  We walked straight into his office in the middle of a school day with over 2100 kids outside, and asked if we could pray for him.  He kindly asked us to sit down, and I noticed a picture of a shepherd herding sheep on his wall, and I remembered Psalm 23 again.  It turns out that he was a Christian; he was encouraged by us, and he was able to encourage us in return. 

Scott felt like we needed to do more in the school, and asked the principal if there as anything that we could do for him, even if it was just picking weeds.  The principal smiled and handed us off to one of the teachers. 

About this time we were getting pretty hungry and thirsty.  Scott casually asked the teacher if they had some leftover food and maybe some clean water.  He led us to where the faculty eats lunch, and sure enough there was a full Nepali meal of potato curry, rice, two different types of soups, and clean water!  It was delicious, and there was more than enough food. 

After lunch we were taken to the school’s auditorium, where we watched several children perform Nepali dances for us, and were interviewed by a solid 60 other children on why I had blonde hair and blue eyes. 

We then split off and I coached table tennis with the number one ranked Nepali table tennis player, and Scott played basketball with the captain of the Nepali national female basketball team.  We had an incredible blast loving on these kids and making friends with the teachers. 

After our sports we sipped on afternoon tea and snacked on lemon cakes with the teachers.  We were invited to go play cricket with disabled children across town by the head of the athletics department.  He had transport lined up for us and everything.  We were forced to decline because of a meeting we had later that afternoon. 

As we left the school we thanked all of our new found friends we had made that day with full hearts.  We began thanking God for all the blessings He had given us, and to our shock and delight, He had met every single need we had asked for, even down to the free transport that we didn’t even use!

Scott and I were proved stupidly wrong by the goodness of God.