On the plane to Johannesburg I dreamed that I was on a plane headed to Jacksonville. I was sad because I felt we hadn't done anything on the whole trip to Burundi. It was like that was it?! Hm the expectation for what awaits! Not an expectation in man, nor plans, but in God to be phenomenal! Extravagant! Himself.
10/20/13
10/21/13
I got to play the background. There were no microphone stands, so another team member and I held the microphones for the Burundian singers at the leadership seminar. Our role in the body of Christ is no doubt a supporting role to someone else's...
10/22/13
I really miss children? I don't know, I cried when I awoke from a dream in which I was just covering some after school students and moving them to a holding place. I miss being around children. :/
Children are like sunshine for me. They both make me feel more alive, and their absence brings a change to my countenance. Some people need their coffee. I need some children and or some sun.
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"Although my father and my mother have forsaken me, yet the Lord will take me up [adopt me as His child]."
While we spent time with them, the teacher in me emerged, just by the way we discoursed through our translator. My group that we broke into in order to get familiar actually was comprised of the two young men who had not lived on the street previously. The mother of our host had included them in her feeding program, and had decided to pay for them to go to school. They're both clearly intelligent, naturals in school.
Now that I am so sleepy that drool runs down my face as I slip into sleep, I must stop writing.
10/23/13
Today was an interesting assortment of surprises. We met a woman named Jane at one of our meals in the hotel. She is in Burundi to interview widows for her book and post doctorate work I believe. A fellow believer, well familiar with the legacy of David Wilkerson, she gently shared with us the plight of widows in Africa. It's amazing how God can do so many things at once. Widows and orphans are his heart.
Psalm 68:5 "A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling."
One of my teammates, petite in size, but a giant in delivering the Word. Friendly meek cheerleader type she had seemed, until tonight she climbed the stage and exhorted us women from the story of Hagar. God sees us and our circumstances. He also saw what I couldn't see in my teammate. I think he is showing me slowly that there are many things that I cannot see about my teammates but are indeed there... talents, giftings, blockages, but he chose us all with reason.
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