Sani Pass Lodge
When we were ready to go on our first leg of our journey into Lesotho, we had our transportation lined up…but no where to stay once we got there. We tried calling a place that our transport company recommended. Their best price was much too expensive for us though. But the lady said she’d ask around for other options to help us and would call us back. So about 15 minutes later, the p
hone rings. Our team leader picks it up. “Is Christy there?” a lady asked on the line. “Uh, no.” Kim responds. “Oh, well, I was calling about the reservations for a group of 9 at our camp grounds. This is the number I had.” Kim immediately perked up, because we have a group of 9, also looking for a place to camp. So after some more questions, we figured out that this place was right where we needed to go…and we could afford it! Fortunately they also had room for another group of nine. After hanging up the phone, now with a place to stay we all laughed and praised God for His creativity. The other lady called back a little while later, thoroughly confused when we told her we had found a place to stay…that they had called us! We still have no idea how they got our phone number…and we bumped into the other group of nine when we were there, so they really did exist. God did it.
Family at Mt. Moorosi Chalets, Everyone has a bed
When we arrived at the chalets we had made reservations with, we met the fantastic family that helped manage and run the place. Originally, when we called the chalets, they made us a phenomenal deal to actually stay in the huts rather than camping. We were supposed to get 2 huts and just do our best to fit. Even though there were nine of us this month, we were not too concerned how that would work out. We can live in some pretty small spaces. But, to our surprise, when we arrived, this family let us spread out into 4 huts, and EVERYONE was given a bed! This is the lap of luxury on the Race! We were able to pray over this family on several locations, have them over to our hut for dinner one night, entertain their adorable little daughter for hours on end, and in the end leave them with a Bible in their own language. This young couple really loves Jesus and it was a blessing to just encourage them to grow even closer to the Lord. It was a divine set up to be led to such an amazing family of Believers in the place we called home for the month. God did it.
Bernard, Church
Almost immediately after arriving in Mt. Moorosi, a prayer on our hearts was to ask God to provide us with a translator. So day one of going into the small town closest to us, we prayed for God to guide us that day to have
us meet the people we needed to meet. It was a great time…but almost no one in town spoke more than a few words in English. We still had a great time though and got to buy a lady some shoes who had the most pitiful excuse for shoes wrapped haphazardly around her feet. So we were on our drive back to our home for the month, cram packed into a little bus full of locals. When we arrived at our place, I was very surprised when the guy sitting next to me got off at our chalets with us as far as we knew we were the only ones living there. We all looked at each other and looked at him. I started talking to him, first question, “do you speak English?” “Oh yes” he responded. His name was Bernard, and he spoke perfect English. We told him why we were here and what we were doing. I asked if he might perhaps be interested in coming with us up to the villages and translate for us som
etime. To my utter shock, not only did he say yes, you could see in his demeanor that he was very excited about the idea of doing that with us. He also invited us to a conference of the local churches that first Sunday he arranged all the transportation for us. Translator…check. Church…check. God did it.
us meet the people we needed to meet. It was a great time…but almost no one in town spoke more than a few words in English. We still had a great time though and got to buy a lady some shoes who had the most pitiful excuse for shoes wrapped haphazardly around her feet. So we were on our drive back to our home for the month, cram packed into a little bus full of locals. When we arrived at our place, I was very surprised when the guy sitting next to me got off at our chalets with us as far as we knew we were the only ones living there. We all looked at each other and looked at him. I started talking to him, first question, “do you speak English?” “Oh yes” he responded. His name was Bernard, and he spoke perfect English. We told him why we were here and what we were doing. I asked if he might perhaps be interested in coming with us up to the villages and translate for us sometime. To my utter shock, not only did he say yes, you could see in his demeanor that he was very excited about the idea of doing that with us. He also invited us to a conference of the local churches that first Sunday he arranged all the transportation for us. Translator…check. Church…check. God did it.
Village ministry
As we were praying about what God wanted us s to do for the month, we had many options that presented themselves at first. We heard of a hospital in a neighboring town, an orphanage being constructed in that same town…and then there was this little mountain village not too far from the Chalets. We all felt like the Village was where He was leading us. Our main ministry there was relational in nature. We met the locals, developed friendships with many, prayed A LOT over individuals and the community. Some of those we befriended spoke some English, some none at all. At times we had our translator, at others, we continued going without. The people there were SO hugry to hear more about God, and eagerly received the things we taught them. It was amazing! We had lots of opportunities to listen for God’s voice as we sought direction and as we prayed over the villagers. We challenged each other to step out boldly in areas God wanted to sharpen in 
one another. For some that was praying expectantly for physical healings, for other it was even the act of climbing that mountain to overcome a fear of heights, for others it was praying out loud. This month, our team most definitely grew the most. It was the perfect ministry for the GW’s. God did it.
one another. For some that was praying expectantly for physical healings, for other it was even the act of climbing that mountain to overcome a fear of heights, for others it was praying out loud. This month, our team most definitely grew the most. It was the perfect ministry for the GW’s. God did it.
Eggs for breakfast
This month, we had a diminished budget because it was our ATL month, and we were responsible for buying food for and cooking all of our meals. Renee, on our team, has turned into quite the shopper, and purchased food for and planned out most of our meals. She does a great job keeping us well fed, and in budget. This month for breakfast…almost every day, we had oatmeal. We did however have 3 teammates with birthdays this month, and on their special days, we got the amazing treat of french toast! ONLY on those days. So about 1 week in, we walk in to breakfast and to our surprise, see french toast sitting before us. Renee said that when she woke up, God told her that we needed to have French toast. Now this would put us short on the number of eggs we would need to do all of these birthday meals that were coming up. Baffled but obedient, she did it. That meal required 4 eggs. Later that day, we went up to the village. It was our first time there with our translator. Before too long, we made it to an old woman’s house, where her family and about a 
dozen children had gathered. In the hour that followed, we were able to share the Gospel with a room full of eager listeners. Out of gratitude for what we shared and the prayers we offered, the old woman insisted on giving us something. So she disappears to the corner of her hut and turns around with 4 eggs in her outstretched hands. FOUR eggs! I don’t think those people have ever seen a group of people so excited to see eggs! It’s such a tiny little thing for God to give us those four eggs, but what an encouragement to see how much He takes care of us…not only in our needs, but even our wants. God did it.
dozen children had gathered. In the hour that followed, we were able to share the Gospel with a room full of eager listeners. Out of gratitude for what we shared and the prayers we offered, the old woman insisted on giving us something. So she disappears to the corner of her hut and turns around with 4 eggs in her outstretched hands. FOUR eggs! I don’t think those people have ever seen a group of people so excited to see eggs! It’s such a tiny little thing for God to give us those four eggs, but what an encouragement to see how much He takes care of us…not only in our needs, but even our wants. God did it.
Church offering donation, Mpho
The length of church services in Africa still shocks my system a little. Our first church service was 4 hours long…and that was the shortest of the three we went to while in Lesotho! But it was fantastic watching these people worship in their unique way, and to give so freely of themselves. This was a small congregation that was a church plant from a neighboring village. They are not wealthy at all, but are eager to learn and to worship. The second time we came to church, they had asked us to teach and we decided to each share a testimony of what God had done in and through us on this trip
and throughout our lives. The stories were varied and numerous…and when we had finished, the pastor asked people to respond to what they had heard from us. He asked them to come up and share what they had learned. I had never seen this done before, but it was so powerful to us to hear in their own words how our testimonies of God had impacted them. After this, they began the process of giving their offerings. It is not so simple here as passing a basket and moving on to the next part of the service. They draw it out and make it a celebration. People dance their way to the front and drop coins or clothing or microwave ovens…whatever they had to offer. It was so beautiful. Then unexpectedly, the pastor shares that he feels the Lord wants their church to give the offering from that morning to us. He said it is natural for people to extend a hand wanting money or things from Americans when they come into their town (which is seldom), but they wanted to instead be the ones to extend their hands to us and GIVE. It was overwhelming to receive from those who had given so sacrificially. What an amazing group of Believers God had put in our path we were blown away by them. God did it.
and throughout our lives. The stories were varied and numerous…and when we had finished, the pastor asked people to respond to what they had heard from us. He asked them to come up and share what they had learned. I had never seen this done before, but it was so powerful to us to hear in their own words how our testimonies of God had impacted them. After this, they began the process of giving their offerings. It is not so simple here as passing a basket and moving on to the next part of the service. They draw it out and make it a celebration. People dance their way to the front and drop coins or clothing or microwave ovens…whatever they had to offer. It was so beautiful. Then unexpectedly, the pastor shares that he feels the Lord wants their church to give the offering from that morning to us. He said it is natural for people to extend a hand wanting money or things from Americans when they come into their town (which is seldom), but they wanted to instead be the ones to extend their hands to us and GIVE. It was overwhelming to receive from those who had given so sacrificially. What an amazing group of Believers God had put in our path we were blown away by them. God did it.
Corman
One day, about a week or so in
to our month, a group of South African guys rolled into our Chalets. They were a work crew in Mt. Moorosi for the next few weeks to build a communication tower. One of those guys was named Corman – a cool, joyful, rugged, giving Believer from Johannesburg. Our team was thoroughly blessed by him – particularly dear Cameron who came as the lone guy with our team of 8 girls for the month. Poor guy needed a good dose of healthy masculinity…and God provided the perfect guy for the task. I’m sure Corman didn’t even realize what a blessing he was to us. He barely knew us but would still look for opportunities to bless us. He offered up his USB internet access to me whenever I needed it for next to nothing, which is a huge blessing considering how complicated and expensive internet is in Lesotho; he gave us free minutes to our cell phone when we ran out of minutes trying to arrange transportation; he even took our team on a free ride up to the top of the mountain they were building on in order to try to give us the opportunity to play in the snow that had just fallen. Such small unexpected blessings in such a normal every day guy filled with the love of Christ. God did it.
to our month, a group of South African guys rolled into our Chalets. They were a work crew in Mt. Moorosi for the next few weeks to build a communication tower. One of those guys was named Corman – a cool, joyful, rugged, giving Believer from Johannesburg. Our team was thoroughly blessed by him – particularly dear Cameron who came as the lone guy with our team of 8 girls for the month. Poor guy needed a good dose of healthy masculinity…and God provided the perfect guy for the task. I’m sure Corman didn’t even realize what a blessing he was to us. He barely knew us but would still look for opportunities to bless us. He offered up his USB internet access to me whenever I needed it for next to nothing, which is a huge blessing considering how complicated and expensive internet is in Lesotho; he gave us free minutes to our cell phone when we ran out of minutes trying to arrange transportation; he even took our team on a free ride up to the top of the mountain they were building on in order to try to give us the opportunity to play in the snow that had just fallen. Such small unexpected blessings in such a normal every day guy filled with the love of Christ. God did it.
This is the view from where Corman was building the communication tower…SPECTACULAR!
It was like this 365 degrees around!
