Where am I
Coming to Africa I didn’t know what to expect.
Coming to Africa I didn’t know what I wanted out of this country.
Coming to Africa I didn’t know what I was in for.
Now being in Africa for two weeks with 3 and half more months to go… I still don’t know what I am expecting, wanting, or what I am in for.
Zimbabwe has been a rollercoaster with mighty highs and mighty lows already.
* My team got viciously sick together
* We planned 3 youth events in one week
* We survived a political unrest full of violence, hate, and crime
* I have seen so many cute babies
* My team got our hair done like true African goddesses
* Each one of my teammates has all preached at one event or another already
* Me and Keia almost burnt the center we are staying at down… literally. We almost blew up a gas tank trying to make green beans. I wish I was kidding.
* Went to see the new Thor movie in a sketchy movie theater
* I was able to pour love into a girls orphanage
* We had a mega dance party at our center with the youth in the area
* And soooo muuuuuch moooore
I have had so much fun these past two weeks and I have had a blast with my teammates and squad mates and I can’t wait to continue to pour love into Zimbabwe for two more weeks! But I am also still praying about why I feel so confused.
You see, when I heard about Africa from my cousins or church friends who had been before, or from the things I had researched or heard from other people… I expected Africa to be different. I picked my World Race route because it went to Asia, Africa, and South America. I knew the majority of my race would be in Africa and so I think I put a lot of pressure on what I expected out of Africa.
Coming from the parts of Asia I was in where you could be deported or in some deep nasty trouble for sharing about the Lord publicly, to being in the part of Africa I am in now where the presence of the Lord is literally written on every wall you walk by… I was shocked.
I loved the challenge and the work we did in Asia because it felt like I was doing something that many people will never get the chance to do. I was doing something that was potentially dangerous and very tricky. I was taking risks and truly surrendering myself to the work God had called me here to do.
I now need to find the same passion and find a way to pour it into Africa in a different way.
Africa is a country that hold so much pain, problems, and needs. Africa is a place that could potentially change my life if I let it. I need to find my passion again and just jump into where I am. These people hold so much passion and these people hold so much joy and I can even learn from them how to find my passion again.
My prayer for the rest of this month that I want you guys to walk alongside me in is praying for my and my teams outlook on our ministry here. We plan many youth events, speak and preach in many different places and situations, pour love into many different age groups, and do a lot of planning and preparation. Sometimes we feel discouraged when all we do is plan plan plan and then only see the fruit of our work a few times a week. Pray with me that we will see the fruit of our work in every single moment of our ministry hours and in every single moment outside of our ministry hours when we are pouring into one another and the people we are living with.
I love this life I am living and I love this crazy journey God has called me too. This is such a crazy adventure. This is such a crazy time of my life. I honestly don’t even understand why I am allowed to even do this still. I am truly flabbergasted as to why God chose me to be here. I feel blessed and so incredibly honored.
Thank you all for walking alongside me, being patient when I get super busy and felt posting blogs, and for loving on me even if it’s from afar. I love you all!
God bless!
