Merry Christmas Everyone!!
Christmas is my favorite time of year, I new it was going to be different being in Africa, but I was not sure what to expect. I was not really in the Christmas mood, but it turned out to be such a memorable day! We had 9 Canadian here for Christmas and we tried to make it as much like home as possible! Highlight included: 5hrs of Christmas baking, a sing along in the green avanza, a yummy turkey dinner, a 1 1/2 dance party on Christmas day and an intense game of dutch blitz!
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Zambia
Zambia was incredible! It was a time of renewal and inspiration for me and I am so thankful for the time I have in there.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ.
2 Corinthians 1: 3-5
Dec 3rd 2010,
Susu was one of the most impressive community based organizations I have ever seen, the volunteers are so driven, supportive of each other and genuinely love their community it was so inspiring. We arrived to a group of singing school children! “We welcome you to Susu school” they all sang together in a beautiful harmony. Going on home visits was a whole new experience. We walked over 45 min through forest and fields, and about ½ km or so from our first hut the sky’s open up and the rain poured down on us. Running through the maze fields reminded me of the dance parties we used to have on our front lawn every time it rained in the summer when I was a kid. I couldn’t help but smile.
Dec 8th 2010,
The minute I stepped out of the car this little thing caught my eye. She had twigs for arms and knobby little knees, a thread barren pink and white dress cover he little body. Her name is Aggie. Her big beautiful brown eyes have seen more in her short three years of life then I could ever imagine. Aggie and her two brothers 4 and 7 have been identified by local Hands at Work volunteers as the poorest of the poor in their community. Once a day they walk about a km down a tar road to a feeding point which run out of the community school. They are 3 of 55 children receiving a 
meal a day and home visits from the dedicated volunteers at Chilibuli Home Based Care. We had come to visit the home based care center to work on 2011 planning, but I couldn’t tare myself away from this little girl, I sat under a tree and played with her for a little while, one of the local volunteers asked me if I would like to see where she lived. As I carried her along the side of the road towards her home I could feel ever bone in her spine, and her heart pounding against my chest. We reached a small hut just off the main road. At first glance it looks like every other hut in the area. But when I went inside I realized that the sun was shill beating down on my face, I look up and the saw that most of the roof was missing, and only other thing in the house was a small pile of blankets and a piece of foam wrapped in plastic… Its pouring rain tonight and I can’t stop thinking about them
Victor and Aggie
You can check out more pictures from Zambia on Facebook, including Livingston Falls!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
3 Months
I've been in South Africa for about 3 months now, time has just flown by! Some days I am still in awe that God choose me to be a part of this family and this ministry! It’s such a pleasure to walk along side these beautiful people.
Just a bit of an update on what I have been up to!
About half my time so far has been spent in the offices, helping support our country offices, advocates and local volunteers. Working on video projects, print materials and anything else they might need. I have enjoyed bring my passion for people and my love of art together!! Spending this time in South Africa at the Hands Hub has really given me time to understand more about the organization and an opportunity to get my feet wet in new areas.
I have been back to visit Thina a few times since my community stay. Her nephew Clint has moved in, he is 3 ½ . He and his 3 little friends have become one of my favorite parts on that place! They strut around the community like little men. It’s rare to find one of them less than 50 feet from the other at any given time. They laugh and run and roam free. Turning broken bottles, bits of wire and scraps of wood into hours of fun and excitement. What amazes me the most about them is how they care for each other, if one falls down they others are quick to pick him up and brush him off! The other days I watched them share a cup of water from a neighbor, passing it amongst each other with no hesitation. These boys have next to nothing but yet seem to be so willing to share with each other! It’s a privilege to witness. I often wish I could understand more than every 5th or 6th word that comes out of there little mouths, it would make communicating with them so much easier! I am working on it but for know I will stick to hugs, high fives and truck noises. What more could you need to communicate with boys under 4!
I’m off to Zambia on Dec 1st for 15 days! It is going to be a bit of a whirlwind tour but I am beyond excited to spend time with our Hands family in Zambia and witness the work they are doing there.
Much Love to you all!
ps! 1 month till christmas!!
Just a bit of an update on what I have been up to!
About half my time so far has been spent in the offices, helping support our country offices, advocates and local volunteers. Working on video projects, print materials and anything else they might need. I have enjoyed bring my passion for people and my love of art together!! Spending this time in South Africa at the Hands Hub has really given me time to understand more about the organization and an opportunity to get my feet wet in new areas.
I have been back to visit Thina a few times since my community stay. Her nephew Clint has moved in, he is 3 ½ . He and his 3 little friends have become one of my favorite parts on that place! They strut around the community like little men. It’s rare to find one of them less than 50 feet from the other at any given time. They laugh and run and roam free. Turning broken bottles, bits of wire and scraps of wood into hours of fun and excitement. What amazes me the most about them is how they care for each other, if one falls down they others are quick to pick him up and brush him off! The other days I watched them share a cup of water from a neighbor, passing it amongst each other with no hesitation. These boys have next to nothing but yet seem to be so willing to share with each other! It’s a privilege to witness. I often wish I could understand more than every 5th or 6th word that comes out of there little mouths, it would make communicating with them so much easier! I am working on it but for know I will stick to hugs, high fives and truck noises. What more could you need to communicate with boys under 4!
I’m off to Zambia on Dec 1st for 15 days! It is going to be a bit of a whirlwind tour but I am beyond excited to spend time with our Hands family in Zambia and witness the work they are doing there.
Much Love to you all!
ps! 1 month till christmas!!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
George in Canada
October was a busy month for me! Getting George ready for his 7 week tour of the UK, US and Canada! For more information on where he is speaking check out our website! I would love you all to here his message!! It was a great opportunity for you to learn even more about the organization.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
You know how you are not suppose to judge a book by it’s cover, can I tell you a secret it’s actually my favourite way to find a book. I can wonder around Chapters for hours just looking at book cover, never picking them up off the shelves until I have chosen the one that‘s cover art appeal most to me. I have been burned by this before and end up with some terrible books, but I have also found some real jems! I make it a point of taking the exact opposite approach in my life though. Trying not to passing judgment or making assumptions based on first impressions. This weekend I learned an invaluable lesson about judging books by their cover.
I wrote and re-wrote this post al least 5 time, trying to find the right words to explain my community stay. In one word, unforgettable, in two challenging and beautiful, but how so I fit it all in a few paragraphs?? …I stayed with a girl named Thina, a 17 year old with a though exterior and heart of gold. She lives with her older brother and his girlfriend.
As we walked towards the house on Friday afternoon, I was confronted with something I had been struggling with in the past few weeks while doing patient and orphan home visits in other communities. I struggled to see the true vulnerability in the people who had cement walls, furniture and electricity, it was hard for me to see them fitting into Hands at Work’s mandate of reaching the most vulnerable and poorest of the poor! And it had never crossed my mind that I would be staying in a place like that on my community stay. Thina lives in the shell of what used to be her parent’s house. Her mother passed away in 2002, and her father in February of 2009. The front and back door’s were noticeable missing, and the neighbours chicken and goats roam freely thought the house. They have broken widows, no toilet, busted stereo and entertainment equipment and cold bare cement walls. Although it was not in great condition, they still had electricity and I was not sure how I felt about staying in a house that had so many “amenities”, in my mind the purpose of these community stays were an opportunity to see how the most vulnerable live day to day and this didn’t fit my perception of the most vulnerable. But I know better then to questions what God has planned for me, so I just put my trust in him that I was in the right place.
I wanted to ask so many questions but did not want to offend Thina, I kept the conversation light at first in hopes that she would open up once we built more of a relationship. She spoke very little in the beginning mostly one word answers and simple commands like “come with me please” or “go this way“. It was Friday night Thina had some work to do, she waters the community garden at the local clinic a few times a week in exchange for some of the vegetables. So we took the Hippo (a rolling water contraption) which the clinic lets her use for fetching water for the garden, and set off about 10 min or so down a dust dirt road towards one of the communities few working water tanks. As we walked it seemed as though every second person greeted Thina, children would pop up to walk with us for a bit and then trail off, Thina would hold there hand and talk and laugh with them. I had no idea what they were saying but I could tell how much these people respect her and how much love she has for her community. There were 4 people ahead of us for water when we arrive at the water tank, 2 little girl who looked no older then 10 with giant jugs and wheel barrels to cart there water back home, a sweet frail looking Gogo with a little baby on her back and a big barrel to carry on her head and a friend of Thina’s from school. This was quite the place to people watch and I was happy just to observe what was going on around me and chat with Thina’s school friend as we waited. Of course I sick out like a soar thumb in the village, most people who pass by wave or smile, the odd person would holler “ Hello white women”, I would smile and wave back, greeting them with the few SiSwati phrases I tried to learn. It was almost or turn at the tap, and I had notice this man yelling at me from behind the fence that ran along side the water tank, I was trying to ignore him but he was moving closer and closer as the time passes. I just prayed that we would stop yelling, I was around a group of children and old women and his words were not exactly polite. I felt so uncomfortable but had no way of escaping the situation. Thina told me he was “Mad” and just to ignore him. As our Hippo filled with water I moved behind the tank hoping that if I was out of site he would stop, but he just kept yelling. As we put the cap on the Hippo and started back towards the garden I was happy to hear the sounds of that man’s voice disappear. As we walked away I asked Thina how she felt about what had been happening while we were at the tank. She said “ it happens all the time, you learn to ignore them” I was shocked by the comment for two reason, one it was the most she had said to me in the 4hrs since I had met her, and two because I could not imagine ever getting used to being harassed like that on a daily basis, I was there for 10 minutes and could barley stand it. Then a few more of her school friends showed up to walk with us so the subject was quickly dropped and replaced with gossip about the cute boy in there class. We spent the rest of the evening just hanging out, watching a bit of a Nigerian movie called the Widow (Nigerian cinema is not exactly top quality, it’s basically a hand held camera a soap opera story line all strung together with a few cheese effects). When we getting ready for bed and I noticed Thina take out a door plate and door knob from a small box, and she began to screw in into the empty whole on her door. Once we were in bed I asked her what happened to her lock. She told me; “two months ago a relative tried to brake into my room while I was sleep, now he is in jail, I put that on so it looks like my door has a lock” As I lied there in silence not really knowing what to say I could hear screaming and crying from the Widow(they leave the movie on all night so it sounds like people are awake in the house), and it really hit me how physically vulnerable Thina is, every night sleeping alone in a room with a broken lock anything could happen to her. I managed to muster up a few words I can’t remember exactly what I said, and then she said “ Good night”, I reach to turn off the bedroom light and she stopped me. “ I sleep with the lights on” she said in a soft innocent voice. Then she snuggled far down under the covers and drifted off to sleep. I lied in bed staring the ceiling for what felt like hours, I couldn’t stop thinking about this tiny young women sleeping next to me. A million questions were running though my mind, so quickly I could even stop to try to process them. Every aspect of Thina’s life is so much harder then I could have ever imagined!! Getting water, going to the bathroom, going to school , eating, sleeping, all things that I have taken for granted my whole life. And the thing is I thought I new all of this, but to actually experience it along side someone, and knowing you just scratching the surface of what there life is really like is a whole different story. It didn’t matter that her parent’s could have had money and that they left her this house full of thing. None of them would keep her safe at night, put food in her belly, help her with her home work or give her a hug and tell her they love her. They were stupid material goods and I couldn’t believe that I had judged her and countless others based on them, I new better then that! If anything those things add to her vulnerability. Then I remembered that she is the norm in her village, she lives in a country missing almost and entire generation of people, and there are millions of kids out there just like her.
Thina’s courage, discipline, strength and faith is just another reminder of why I am here. It doesn’t matter what I do in the next year whether it’s sitting in an office or working in the field, as long as it is helping kids like her, I will do what ever work needs to be done. I have said it 100 time THIS IS NOT OK!!
I wrote and re-wrote this post al least 5 time, trying to find the right words to explain my community stay. In one word, unforgettable, in two challenging and beautiful, but how so I fit it all in a few paragraphs?? …I stayed with a girl named Thina, a 17 year old with a though exterior and heart of gold. She lives with her older brother and his girlfriend.
As we walked towards the house on Friday afternoon, I was confronted with something I had been struggling with in the past few weeks while doing patient and orphan home visits in other communities. I struggled to see the true vulnerability in the people who had cement walls, furniture and electricity, it was hard for me to see them fitting into Hands at Work’s mandate of reaching the most vulnerable and poorest of the poor! And it had never crossed my mind that I would be staying in a place like that on my community stay. Thina lives in the shell of what used to be her parent’s house. Her mother passed away in 2002, and her father in February of 2009. The front and back door’s were noticeable missing, and the neighbours chicken and goats roam freely thought the house. They have broken widows, no toilet, busted stereo and entertainment equipment and cold bare cement walls. Although it was not in great condition, they still had electricity and I was not sure how I felt about staying in a house that had so many “amenities”, in my mind the purpose of these community stays were an opportunity to see how the most vulnerable live day to day and this didn’t fit my perception of the most vulnerable. But I know better then to questions what God has planned for me, so I just put my trust in him that I was in the right place.
I wanted to ask so many questions but did not want to offend Thina, I kept the conversation light at first in hopes that she would open up once we built more of a relationship. She spoke very little in the beginning mostly one word answers and simple commands like “come with me please” or “go this way“. It was Friday night Thina had some work to do, she waters the community garden at the local clinic a few times a week in exchange for some of the vegetables. So we took the Hippo (a rolling water contraption) which the clinic lets her use for fetching water for the garden, and set off about 10 min or so down a dust dirt road towards one of the communities few working water tanks. As we walked it seemed as though every second person greeted Thina, children would pop up to walk with us for a bit and then trail off, Thina would hold there hand and talk and laugh with them. I had no idea what they were saying but I could tell how much these people respect her and how much love she has for her community. There were 4 people ahead of us for water when we arrive at the water tank, 2 little girl who looked no older then 10 with giant jugs and wheel barrels to cart there water back home, a sweet frail looking Gogo with a little baby on her back and a big barrel to carry on her head and a friend of Thina’s from school. This was quite the place to people watch and I was happy just to observe what was going on around me and chat with Thina’s school friend as we waited. Of course I sick out like a soar thumb in the village, most people who pass by wave or smile, the odd person would holler “ Hello white women”, I would smile and wave back, greeting them with the few SiSwati phrases I tried to learn. It was almost or turn at the tap, and I had notice this man yelling at me from behind the fence that ran along side the water tank, I was trying to ignore him but he was moving closer and closer as the time passes. I just prayed that we would stop yelling, I was around a group of children and old women and his words were not exactly polite. I felt so uncomfortable but had no way of escaping the situation. Thina told me he was “Mad” and just to ignore him. As our Hippo filled with water I moved behind the tank hoping that if I was out of site he would stop, but he just kept yelling. As we put the cap on the Hippo and started back towards the garden I was happy to hear the sounds of that man’s voice disappear. As we walked away I asked Thina how she felt about what had been happening while we were at the tank. She said “ it happens all the time, you learn to ignore them” I was shocked by the comment for two reason, one it was the most she had said to me in the 4hrs since I had met her, and two because I could not imagine ever getting used to being harassed like that on a daily basis, I was there for 10 minutes and could barley stand it. Then a few more of her school friends showed up to walk with us so the subject was quickly dropped and replaced with gossip about the cute boy in there class. We spent the rest of the evening just hanging out, watching a bit of a Nigerian movie called the Widow (Nigerian cinema is not exactly top quality, it’s basically a hand held camera a soap opera story line all strung together with a few cheese effects). When we getting ready for bed and I noticed Thina take out a door plate and door knob from a small box, and she began to screw in into the empty whole on her door. Once we were in bed I asked her what happened to her lock. She told me; “two months ago a relative tried to brake into my room while I was sleep, now he is in jail, I put that on so it looks like my door has a lock” As I lied there in silence not really knowing what to say I could hear screaming and crying from the Widow(they leave the movie on all night so it sounds like people are awake in the house), and it really hit me how physically vulnerable Thina is, every night sleeping alone in a room with a broken lock anything could happen to her. I managed to muster up a few words I can’t remember exactly what I said, and then she said “ Good night”, I reach to turn off the bedroom light and she stopped me. “ I sleep with the lights on” she said in a soft innocent voice. Then she snuggled far down under the covers and drifted off to sleep. I lied in bed staring the ceiling for what felt like hours, I couldn’t stop thinking about this tiny young women sleeping next to me. A million questions were running though my mind, so quickly I could even stop to try to process them. Every aspect of Thina’s life is so much harder then I could have ever imagined!! Getting water, going to the bathroom, going to school , eating, sleeping, all things that I have taken for granted my whole life. And the thing is I thought I new all of this, but to actually experience it along side someone, and knowing you just scratching the surface of what there life is really like is a whole different story. It didn’t matter that her parent’s could have had money and that they left her this house full of thing. None of them would keep her safe at night, put food in her belly, help her with her home work or give her a hug and tell her they love her. They were stupid material goods and I couldn’t believe that I had judged her and countless others based on them, I new better then that! If anything those things add to her vulnerability. Then I remembered that she is the norm in her village, she lives in a country missing almost and entire generation of people, and there are millions of kids out there just like her.
Thina’s courage, discipline, strength and faith is just another reminder of why I am here. It doesn’t matter what I do in the next year whether it’s sitting in an office or working in the field, as long as it is helping kids like her, I will do what ever work needs to be done. I have said it 100 time THIS IS NOT OK!!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble
I struggle to get this fist week in South Africa down on paper! So many emotions swirling about in my heart! Overjoyed to be back in a place that I love so much, working along side men and women that I admire and am so proud to call my family. But on the flip side being face to face with the overwhelming brokenness and poverty that is just down the road from our little village is enough to keep me up at night! On Friday we had an informal meeting with all of the volunteers working with hands, as George (CEO of Hands at Work in Africa) shared about him time in Goma last week, my heart began to sick further and further into my chest. It was a painful reminder of why I was called to Africa, but also reassurance that I was in the right place. Hands at Work is not only committed to reaching 100 000 orphans, but 100 000 of the most vulnerable! And reaching them one by one. Building a relationship with them, learning there names, walking along side them , and reassuming them that they are not alone. Being back in Canada it was easy for me to say I know why I am doing this, I am responding to the biblical mandate to care for the orphans and widows, it was an automatic response for me I didn’t have to think about it. My eye’s were re-opened this week to what truly means!!
So what have I been up to? This week was our first week of orientations. Myself and 6 beautiful, open hearted individuals representing 4 countries (US, Canada, England and South Africa) around the world have been busy learning more about the organization and how we will fit in. Only God know’s where we will go next, but it is fun to imagine. Going into this I felt a strong pull to Mozambique, and if anything know that pull is even stronger! But we will have to wait and see!
This Friday is our intakes community stays! We will spend 4 nights in the community living along side a child headed household and being with them in community!
Moving through the next few weeks I pray for grace and a humble heart.
"God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble" 1Peter 5:5
So what have I been up to? This week was our first week of orientations. Myself and 6 beautiful, open hearted individuals representing 4 countries (US, Canada, England and South Africa) around the world have been busy learning more about the organization and how we will fit in. Only God know’s where we will go next, but it is fun to imagine. Going into this I felt a strong pull to Mozambique, and if anything know that pull is even stronger! But we will have to wait and see!
This Friday is our intakes community stays! We will spend 4 nights in the community living along side a child headed household and being with them in community!
Moving through the next few weeks I pray for grace and a humble heart.
"God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble" 1Peter 5:5
Friday, August 27, 2010
Its Your Time
Its Your Time!
Scripture for the day...
And Wisdom and Knowledge shall be the stability of thy times, and strength of salvation: The Fear of the Lord is His treasure. Isaiah 33:6
What a celebration ought to be going on inside you at this moment. There ought to be a threefold celebration going on in your heart right now. First, you ought to look back over the times of obscurity, when He was plowing and fertilizing you, and thank God that you are still here to attest to His sustaining power. A lesser vessel would not have survived your testimony . Second, look around you at the blessings that you have right now. With a twinkle in your eye and a melody in your heart, thank God for what He is doing even at this moment. Your freshly cultivated ground is full of seeds and unborn potential. Who knows all that God has planted in you. He has begun a work - a good work - in you. Celebrate that every time you wake up in the morning. Look over your straw covered fields, fan back the birds of doubt and fear, and thank God. Breathe the fresh air into your grateful lungs, be glad just to be here
Third, you should celebrate what God is about to do in your life. Your heart ought to be thumping in your chest; your blood ought to be racing like a car engine about to peel rubber! You are about to step into the greatest harvest of your life The enemy knows that you are about to be harvested. That’s why he fought you like he did. He realizes that this is your time. Don't you? A powerful prophetic move is about to explode over your life. Are you ready for the Word of the Lord that was spoken over you to come to pass? Get ready! Hurry, get your mind ready, change your clothes! Put on your shouting shoes! When the news that’s in your spirit gets to your mind, tears of joy will wet the runway for your take-off. Don't ever read about anyone else and wish you were him. Don't ever wish that you had lived at any other time. You were created for this moment-and this moment was created for you! Stop reading and look at the clock. Laugh to yourself and praise your GOD. Do you know what time it is? It's your time!
T.D. Jakes Devotional and Journal
Scripture for the day...
And Wisdom and Knowledge shall be the stability of thy times, and strength of salvation: The Fear of the Lord is His treasure. Isaiah 33:6
What a celebration ought to be going on inside you at this moment. There ought to be a threefold celebration going on in your heart right now. First, you ought to look back over the times of obscurity, when He was plowing and fertilizing you, and thank God that you are still here to attest to His sustaining power. A lesser vessel would not have survived your testimony . Second, look around you at the blessings that you have right now. With a twinkle in your eye and a melody in your heart, thank God for what He is doing even at this moment. Your freshly cultivated ground is full of seeds and unborn potential. Who knows all that God has planted in you. He has begun a work - a good work - in you. Celebrate that every time you wake up in the morning. Look over your straw covered fields, fan back the birds of doubt and fear, and thank God. Breathe the fresh air into your grateful lungs, be glad just to be here
Third, you should celebrate what God is about to do in your life. Your heart ought to be thumping in your chest; your blood ought to be racing like a car engine about to peel rubber! You are about to step into the greatest harvest of your life The enemy knows that you are about to be harvested. That’s why he fought you like he did. He realizes that this is your time. Don't you? A powerful prophetic move is about to explode over your life. Are you ready for the Word of the Lord that was spoken over you to come to pass? Get ready! Hurry, get your mind ready, change your clothes! Put on your shouting shoes! When the news that’s in your spirit gets to your mind, tears of joy will wet the runway for your take-off. Don't ever read about anyone else and wish you were him. Don't ever wish that you had lived at any other time. You were created for this moment-and this moment was created for you! Stop reading and look at the clock. Laugh to yourself and praise your GOD. Do you know what time it is? It's your time!
T.D. Jakes Devotional and Journal
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Where I'm Ment to Be!
5 day's and counting!! Ready to go, but it’s bitter sweet! I’m not good at goodbye and it’s a lot more difficult then I had ever expected. Leaving one loving family, but coming home to another! I really am a lucky girl! I can’t help but be as excited as a 5 year old on Christmas Eve!! I can’t sit still!! I have made a million lists and packed and repacked at least 5 times!!
Sunday was my send off at St. Martin’s a community that I have grown to love so much! After the service someone asked me if I was scared about going, it’s funny because I have gone threw so many emotions in the past few weeks but fear was never one of them! I have never been more certain of anything in my life. I know I am being called to Africa and it’s where I am meant to be!! That's a bold statement for me but I have such a peace about it! Can't wait to me on the ground and hug all the people I have missed so much over the past two years!
Sunday was my send off at St. Martin’s a community that I have grown to love so much! After the service someone asked me if I was scared about going, it’s funny because I have gone threw so many emotions in the past few weeks but fear was never one of them! I have never been more certain of anything in my life. I know I am being called to Africa and it’s where I am meant to be!! That's a bold statement for me but I have such a peace about it! Can't wait to me on the ground and hug all the people I have missed so much over the past two years!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
19 Days!!
Hi Everyone!
I have officially enter the blogisphere! Which completely freaks me out, but as part of the next season in my life I am doing this that are outside my comfort zone. So hear I go!!
As most of you already know I am heading back to Africa on Aug 29th for a year to volunteer with Hands At Work. I an amazing organization that works in the most vulnerable communities across sub-Saharan Africa where HIV/AIDS, poverty and numbers of orphans are highest and support structures are very low. They help the local church in those communities to effectively care for the orphaned and vulnerable. There ministry is to all those in need, regardless of race, class or religion.
It seems like everyday for the past 2 years I have thought about going back! I am so excited that the day is fast approaching! I will keep everyone posted on my preparation.
Thank you all for your support and prayers!
Stay tuned, it is going to be an unbleievable year!
I have officially enter the blogisphere! Which completely freaks me out, but as part of the next season in my life I am doing this that are outside my comfort zone. So hear I go!!
As most of you already know I am heading back to Africa on Aug 29th for a year to volunteer with Hands At Work. I an amazing organization that works in the most vulnerable communities across sub-Saharan Africa where HIV/AIDS, poverty and numbers of orphans are highest and support structures are very low. They help the local church in those communities to effectively care for the orphaned and vulnerable. There ministry is to all those in need, regardless of race, class or religion.
It seems like everyday for the past 2 years I have thought about going back! I am so excited that the day is fast approaching! I will keep everyone posted on my preparation.
Thank you all for your support and prayers!
Stay tuned, it is going to be an unbleievable year!
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