Mozambique seems to be a sweetspot in the heavenlies. You can’t visit then return as the same person you were before entering the experience. I know this because I am different, changed. My team and I spent the past month ministering (or being ministered to) in Mozambique, and I believe that we will all carry with us for the rest of our lives the blessing that it was to meet our Mozambican brothers and sisters in Christ. 
our bus came to a stop at the side of the highway and there she stood , waiting intently, excitement seeping from her body. When we climbed down with all of our bags, she whole heartedly wanted to carry one of our big backpacks back to her house, but our niavety of Kingdom culture kept her from being able to do so. We learned later that it would have been a great honor for her to carry our bags, next time I’ll accept. We walked into the roadside bush that hid a bustling village and winded through the foot paths until we reached the humble house of Momma Rita. After an impromptu church service we sat to hear Momma Rita’s story and the reasons why her house was overflowing with precious orphans…
She prayed for months that the Lord would send people to help her, and in His beautiful timing our World Race teams started arriving. Since the first team arrived in April an orphanage has begun to be built, north in Mutarara. A refrigerator, mattresses for the children, and a new roof have been purchased ,while a water system is currently being installed on her property in Beira.
The first week of staying at Momma Rita’s house consisted of joining in on their daily activities. We ate, slept, played, worked along side them, and even though our hearts were to serve them, it was important for them to serve us as treasured guests. The chidlren gave up their bedrooms for us to sleep in, women spent all day cooking for us and heating water for the 2 showers a day they insisted we take. A couple days in we noticed the two toddlers were serverly ill. They both had no interest in food, were feverish and slept all day long. We set out for the local clinic finding out that one had malaria and the other an intestinal infection (which I have just recently recovered from as well). It was incredible to watch the life start to flow back into these girls as the days followed. During this week it was also the teenage girls’ pleasure to put mine, Rachel, and Andi’s hair into extensions, which by the way hurt more than hell, im sure of it!
Be sure to read ‘Walking Through Mozambique -Part 2′ for the continuation of our Mozambican adventure!
