Day 10
Sunday – 9/17/17
(My squad leader is posting this for me, because we don’t have internet around)
It all happened so fast.
One second I was in Jacksonville, frantically preparing to leave, and the next I’m here. Sitting under the most African-looking tree I could think up. Kids are laughing. Cheerful music comes from inside the squad house. My teammates sit on the concrete ledge outside, leaning against the wall with instant coffee and Bible and journal in hand.
It’s definitely hard to process. The past ten days seem like a weird dream.
Including but not excluding to: the 4am drive to D.C., the flight out of America, the prayers with strangers in airports, the insanely fancy hotel with a pool on the 26th floor in Qatar, the strong smells and dusty fog of the market place, the moment our plane touched the ground in Africa, the first kid I met in Swaziland – a little boy with a torn shirt and burn marks on his face, the ice cold shower, the trees entirely composed of thorns, the worship overlooking the mountains while donkeys wander in the road, the stars unlike anything I’ve ever seen, the thunder-sounding wind that whipped around our house one night that was strong enough to lift the ceiling tiles, the breath taking sunsets, the awful moment I realized my sleeping pad was popped in two places, the incredible moment when a little baby caressed my face during worship in our first African church service.
I could go on and on.
The bad and the good, it’s a wild mix and it’s all so surreal.
I don’t know when I’ll have wifi to post this, but I ask for your prayers for the people of Swaziland. Specifically for rain. Pray for my squad as we battle new physical, emotional, and spiritual challenges.
Thank you all for your continued love and support, please consider donating because I still have a few thousand dollars to raise before my final goal in December. Fundraising overseas is difficult, so please pray for my squad as we strive to be fully funded (donate by clicking the donate button and follow either the online instructions or the instructions to mail). I love you all and I miss you all like crazy. Keep the faith ??
“All this earth, could all that is lost ever be found? Could a garden come up from this ground at all? You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust. You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of us.” – Beautiful Things, Gungor
