I know it has been a few weeks since I posted a legitimate blog. It certainly isn’t for lack of things to write. The bigger issue is that I have been running out of time, and dealing with exhaustion in the moments I have. So I apologize for not keeping you included in this ministry as much as I would have liked. I know so many of you continue to pray for me, even when you have no idea what I am actually doing. So that you for that as well.It’s been a crazy few weeks. Pretty much the whole month of October was a whirlwind. I’m not exactly sure where to start, and I have a feeling that once I do, this could get long. So, I will try to break it apart into several blogs, so that it doesn’t appear as daunting.
With the arrival of the three foster boys, we’ve had much to discuss and brainstorm with that project. So many questions come when pioneering a new project, let alone when it deals with people’s lives. Abigail moved over to the homestead with the three boys, as well as two more boys joining them. One of them is a local orphan that has been looked after by relatives for the past several years. They have been struggling to make ends meet, and we didn’t mind him joining the troops. The other is a runaway, that we are currently trying to redirect back to his family.With all that has been taking place on a daily basis, God has really impressed upon me the importance of loving on these little guys. The three original foster boys, and the fourth orphan have particularly stolen my heart. Every day, they run up to me with enormous grins on their faces and latch onto my side. It is one of the best feelings in the world.
There were a few days that I had to go to the city, and the girls at the team house in Nsoko said the boys asked about me every day. They speak broken English at best, so the fact that they were trying so hard to communicate and find out where I was spoke volumes to me.
A week or two ago, I purchased more food for them and dropped it at their house. A month’s-worth of food for the boys can be as little as $100. They weren’t home when I left it, but came over to the team house later that night to thank me. Before I realized what they were doing, the four of them had gotten down on their knees, clasped their hands together, and were thanking me in English. It’s those moments that have wrecked me. The incredible humble gratitude for what seems so minimal in my eyes.
A week or two ago, I purchased more food for them and dropped it at their house. A month’s-worth of food for the boys can be as little as $100. They weren’t home when I left it, but came over to the team house later that night to thank me. Before I realized what they were doing, the four of them had gotten down on their knees, clasped their hands together, and were thanking me in English. It’s those moments that have wrecked me. The incredible humble gratitude for what seems so minimal in my eyes.
Last year it was Moses and the Gama family that brought me to a point of complete brokenness and dependence on God…and much of the reason I came back. This year it’s the love I have for these boys that will continue to break my heart for Swaziland, and cause me to fight to return.
