I am about to head into my last African country of the race. Soon my African country total will be seven.
I had someone ask me if I could ask God for anything, what would it be? I said I would ask if I could go to Africa.
That was three years ago and the Father has been faithful to bring me and then keep bringing me back. I wonder a lot why I get to go and why I get to go so often. I am aware that this isn’t normal. My life has been anything but normal since getting that blue passport.
Africa this time has been harder than it ever has been for me. An economy of a country we entered crashed the day we arrived, another country is having serious and dangerous protest, every country has power outages and filling buckets up for daily water is a must. Everyday life isn’t easy here and I have struggled with missing comforts of home this race. Basic things like toasting bread in a toaster rather than on coals…although I did get quit good at it.
Here is the thing though, I will leave Africa. I will go back to not only the land of excess but the land of just basic needs. Last month our host partnered with a group and tried to dig a well in a village to provide water and it came up dry. The village was devastated and so were we. I personally have never prayed so much for rain.
The village is about the size of Wills Point and they have one working well for water. Each family is given 20 liters of water a day and mommas are walking miles with their buckets to get their families 20 liters.
I added up my liters in one day and I think I averaged about 12 for just myself. That includes my drinking water, cooking water and water to shower. I put myself in a mommas shoes for a second when I realized how much I used and started to pray again for rain and for another working well.
Tomorrow I move on to my last African country for now but I will not forget the people of Zambia. Would you right now pray for them? Pray for rain, pray for the funds to dig another well, pray they will hit water next time and pray for energy and wisdom for our sweet host family. Pray for literal rain to fall and pray that God’s Spirit would fall and flood each heart.
