I’m playing catch up with blogs because we didn’t have internet access in
Mozambique.
At the moment our team is in
Swaziland helping to train the June World Racers who just started the race.
(Me with Amanda right before she left, check out my new hair style!)
Journal Entry from
5/16/07
“Today has been one of those crazy missionary days that even writing about won’t do justice to.
We waited for our ride to bush from
8:00am – 12:00pm; pretty typical.
Eventually we were driven down one dirt road after another until we reached the middle of no where.
When we ‘arrived’ everything was chaotic and no one spoke English.
We were told our host and translator would be back in a few hours.
Our team decided that even thought the situation wasn’t perfect we could make it work so we pitched our tents in our host families ‘yard.’
As we set up camp we were surrounded by about 25 people who watched with fascination and tried to help us.
(Abillio’s home, it was destroyed by the hurricane, they sleep under the roof)
After the tents were up our team didn’t know what to do so we decided to eat lunch, peanut butter and honey on roles.
Not very long after our hosts gave us plates full of food, a white corn meal substance called pop and fish.
It was intense and I was already full but managed to get it down.
Then about 10 min later another plate was delivered.
I was about to explode!
Thankfully God gave me supernatural eating abilities and lunch number 3 was consumed.
How beautiful that the people here cared so much about us and took care of us.
After lunch our host and translator Abillio arrived.
It was nice to have communication abilities beyond gestures.
We set off to pray with a family who had just lost one of its younger men.
How sad, sickness and death are such a more prevalent part of life here.
We did a service of sorts with the family, singing, prayer, preaching, and then more prayer.
When we arrived back ‘home’ dinner was served.
Thankfully they let us serve our selves and I was able to not take much.
Seriously my stomach feels like someone put rocks into it.
(Abillio’s yard where we ate and camped)
As dinner wrapped up people from the church had gathered so they chose to do an impromptu service with our group preaching.
Always be ready!
The thirst people here have for God is beautiful.
The night ended with a bunch of men pouring over my Oprah Magazine, they all wanted to know if she was from Africa.
It was a pretty funny site!
