Up With The Birds

   It is kind of funny that this is the second blog that I wrote that has a little something to do with Coldplay. Psssshhh, you say I'm obsessed with them? Nonsense. :)

   Haha. So anyway.

   Up With The Birds is my favorite song on the new Coldplay album my daddy bought in South Africa last week. It doesn't have any deep meaning or anything that I'm going to write about, it just has something to do with my crazy night last night.

   I literally was up with the birds.

   Not what I would have chosen, but obviously God had a plan...as usual (:

   I was up all night with our puppy, Becker and his sister Lula Belle who is staying with us over Christmas. Unfortunately, Lula Belle brings out the worst in Becker, since she is completely insane. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love them both to death, but she is sort of obnoxious...sort of. :)

   So, Becker and Lula Belle had had a wonderful evening romping around the livingroom and kitchen and had pretty much tuckered themselves out by about 8:00. They slept soundly for awhile, which gave me hope of a quiet night for yours truly.

   Ha. 

   Quiet, indeed.

   Not.

   This little evening nap restored their energy for a fun-filled night of wrestling, pooping on the livingroom floor, and puppies on and off of my bed.

   Not such a great night to get a good old ten hours. I was wide awake on and off from about 2 am to 5:30.

   But, like I said, God had a plan.

   Just as I was about to crawl into my bed and collapse, maybe get a good three hours or so, God put on my heart that I should spend some time in the word.

   Earlier that evening, in our Angus Buchan (The guy from the book/movie Faith Like Potatoes) dinner bible study, we had talked about how important it is to spend time in the word in the morning, to start our day with the Lord. That's really hard for me, because I am not a morning person. :) But, the Lord told me this morning that I should read some. So I did. I was up anyway.

   At first I closed my eyes and asked God to tell me where he wanted me to read from, but I didn't hear anything, so I opened my bible and flipped to a random spot. I opened to the first page of Jeremiah.

   I sat outside on our porch, watched the sunrise (though there wasn't much of one, since the sun was behind the clouds) and read through about chapter 7 in Jeremiah.

   But what I believe God really wanted to show me was in the first chapter.

   Here are the verses I underlined and believe God was speaking to me through:
  

   “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
   before you were born I set you apart;
   I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” ~vs. 1

   Now, this could've been interpreted as my call for this season in Swaziland, with my family for these two years, but I believe God has been calling me to a different sort of mission, one that goes beyond my time in my parents' house, and that will extend into my adult years.

   I believe God eventually wants me to start my adult life in South Africa or Swaziland.

   I don't know exactly what that means, and it is an extremely scary thought, but listen to verses 7-8 and 17

^"But the LORD said to me,

“Do not say, ‘I am too young.’

You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you.

Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you,”

declares the LORD." ~vs. 7-8

" “Get yourself ready!

Stand up and say to them whatever I command you.

Do not be terrified by them,

or I will terrify you before them.” " ~vs. 17





  Hallelujah! I don't have to be afraid because God is with me and will rescue me!

  This is one of the first times where I have felt God really, directly speaking to me, and it is so amazing. I am so excited for whatever God has for me, and you can imagine how glad I am I decided to stay awake and read the word, how glad I am for God's prompting to do that.

 

   And, it's amazing, because, it's possible that our puppy Becker will be part of the reason I move back to Africa as an adult.

   And, if so, there's only one thing I need to say to end this blog.

  

   Thanks puppy(:

                  

                    If you'd like to listen to this wonderful song I speak of, follow the link below:

       http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhLJfw3t5hE

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

   I don't know about y'all, but, in my opinion, there is absolutely no one more pleasant to listen to than Chris Martin of Coldplay. He has the most amazing voice, and I literally could listen to him all day.

   Don't worry, this entire blog won't be me ranting about my celebrity crush.(: No, this blog is a little deeper than that(:

  Coldplay ties into my blog in that, at the moment, I am listening to 'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas', which Chris Martin is singing.

   Those of you who read my last blog know that at that point, I was feeling a little sorry for myself. Sad because I wasn't going to be able to spend my very favorite time of year with some of my very favorite people.

   Since then, I have been extremely blessed by our wonderful Father.

   Oh yes people, you absolutely can't out-give God, which I am reminded of by my daddy a lot (my earthly daddy..to be clear =] ) but had not really accepted until I saw some of the tangible examples of it in my own life.

  The point of the saying, or whatever, is that, even if we give a little bit, whether it be our time, ourselves, our posessions, God will always deliver. Even if we think that giving something like our money will debilitate us, he will give us what we need. Our God is Jehovah Jirah, the God who provides.

   Like I said, there have been many times this week especially where this has been evident. I have only in the last couple days sat back and reflected on the specific moments where it has been portrayed, but there have been many instances.

   For example, the camping trip I went on this past week with our South African Grandmas and Grandpa. We went to Badplaas, South Africa and spent and amazing 8 days swimming in the waterpark that was part of the resort we camped at, enjoying the sun, and just resting and relaxing. It was such a gift to be able to spend some time away and get to know Elsabe, Waldemor and Celma, the amazingly wonderful people that brought us, better.

   Another example is the R20,000 (about $2500!!) we received toward our crazy truck from an anonymous donor at our church. Our Land Cruiser has had so many problems and we have put so much money into it and this is truly a blessing from the Lord.

   Thirdly, there's our new puppy, Becker. He is so beautiful. He is bringing a joy to our family that comes when someone else is added to the family (even if he is a furry friend =] )

   I know there are so many more individual gifts that God has given me and our family, but these are the three large ones that I have reflected on. I don't think I will ever lose the joy and excitement that Christmas brings, no matter the circumstance, my age, our even what country I'm in.

   Ok Chris, I will have a merry little Christmas.

There's So Much To Be Thankful For

I love Christmas. I absolutely LOVE it. I always have. The music and the decorations and the snow. All of it just makes me happy.

I’ve been trying my hardest to conform my Christmas this year to something exactly like what we would do in the States. I’ve been listening to Christmas music nonstop.(I’m actually listening to Josh Groban belt out ‘Silent Night’ right now =] ) I’m decorating my room with lights and ornaments. I’ve been convincing myself it should be freezing at night and wrapping up in my blankets, no matter how hot it really is. But no matter how much I do, I’m still not home. I’m not with the friends and family I love, watching the snow fall outside, curling up next to Grandma and Grandpa’s woodstove.

I guess maybe I have to stop trying to make this Christmas like an American one and just accept that it’s not and be ok with that, enjoying the excitement of spending Christmas in Africa. And I was doing really good with that for awhile. I was so excited to swim on Christmas and have a braii (South African BBQ ). Things we in Michigan never would do on Christmas. But today it sort of came flooding out. I was looking at my pictures from last Christmas and thinking about how wonderful it would be to go out and be in the snow.
Maybe all this time I thought I was fine, that I would be ok just having a wonderful Christmas with my wonderful family in a completely different (yet wonderful =]) place, maybe all this time I was just pushing down what I was really feeling. And, don’t get me wrong, I love this place, I love it more than anything. More than anything in the world. It’s amazing, and so hard emotionally, because lately God has been really speaking to me about a possible longer-term call for me here. Like, maybe after college or whatever he wants me to move here and start a family and live my life here. He was actually putting South Africa on my heart.

And it’s crazy, because I’ve been having this amazing peace about that, about living here. Like, it’s just been getting stronger and stronger and now it almost feels like a call, rather than just a feeling. I think more about South Africa because I don’t know how well I would do on my own. Swaziland is so isolated and there really isn’t anyone down here. I think if I did end up coming here, it would have to be if more people were living down here as well by then.
It seems far into the future that I’m thinking, about living here and starting my life here, but really, in less than five years I’m going to be an adult, starting college and seriously considering what I want to do with my life. And this seems pretty likely.

It doesn’t make sense, but it sort of scares me that I’m at peace with the idea of living here. Like I said, doesn’t make sense. Maybe I’m more scared of the call I think maybe God has put on my heart, I’m not really sure.

So what I’m getting to is that I’ve been feeling that call a lot lately, or what I think is a call, and feeling almost no opposition to the idea in my spirit. But when I look at pictures from home, and think about how extremely excited about going home I am after only being here nearly a year, I wonder if I could really do it.

This blog doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending, a resolution I’ve found in my spirit, because I haven’t found any resolution yet. I was feeling homesick and needed to get it out on paper, or in writing…whatever[=.

Thankfully, I have many things to look forward to right now that I know will get my mind off of feeling homesick, and I’m praying about it. Please pray for me too… I love all of you who are reading this….I miss you. I wish I could be there spending Christmas with you, but for now, I’ll enjoy my top-of-an-aloe-plant Christmas tree, and swimming on Christmas day, and camping for the holidays in summer weather..etc. I really am blessed, it’s just hard to see that when all you can think about are the faces of family you won’t get to see during Christmas, and the flakes of snow falling to the ground, and the fire. It’s a melancholy sort of feeling.

And it must be God, in his gentle, daddy way, that made me to be listening to ‘There’s So Much To Be Thankful For’ right at this moment. There is, there really is. I guess all it took was a blog, some Josh Groban, and some love from our good, good God, because I already feel a lot better.
　
Merry Christmas everyone.
　
There’s so much to be thankful for.

I'm ok.

   In the past couple weeks, (or months, hard to tell) I've come to know this peace that is remarkable.

   Every once in awhile I'll just sit and reflect on how I'm feeling in that exact moment. For awhile now the feeling is usually this nuetral sort of state. I'm neither stressed out and worn down, nor anxious or excited, but simply at peace with who God is, who I am, where I am and where God is taking me. 

   It's hard to really put it into words exactly how I've been feeling these past couple months. Perhaps it would be better if I compared it to how I was feeling when we first arrived in Nsoko, and then after a few months.

   As you might imagine, when we came back to Swaziland for the first time in about 6 months, I was basically stoked. (sorry, but that's pretty much the only word that describes it(: ) It worked out pretty well in favor of all my excitement too: It was basically one step after another, all leading closer to my beloved Nsoko. First it was the airport, then the plane, then Africa itself, and then the two weeks we spent in Manzini, and finally, Nsoko.

   And even after that, there was the excitement of just being here, finally. It was what I had been literally dreaming about for half a year now. I was home. But after the excitement of finally being here, of arriving where I thought to be my true home, sort of wore off, I, and our whole family, sort of settled into this plateau sort of period.  There was no 'one leg closer to Nsoko', it just was Nsoko.

   Although it was a time of little excitement in some respects, it was also a time of nervous anxiety in different ways. We all grew homesick. Mom was very sad. Some days all I wanted was to go home. But then I really thought about going home, and what that would really be like. I thought about how much I would miss everyone here.

   I think it would have been easier for me to just long for home totally if I didn't know what it felt like to be away from Swaziland. As I said, I dreamt about coming back here almost every night I was in the States. I longed to hold the babies I call mine, to look into their faces and rock them to sleep. I know what it feels like to want to do something more than you've ever wanted anything in the world. And that was that I wanted to go home.

   So, you see, if this hadn't been so, if I didn't know exactly what it was like to not be here, all I would have wanted in those plateau sort of months would have been to go home. Becuase that's where half of my heart lay, and lies. The fact that half of it still remains grounded firmly here made it even harder.

   It was hard in those months. Some days I would just sit and cry. I will admit that I was angry at God. Even though I know that is the complete wrong emotion to ever feel. I was angry at him for calling me here. Because, truly, there will always be somewhere I want to be. If I'm here, or in America, I'll want to be the other place.

   Slowly, we got back on our feet. Some of you reading this are I'm sure from Beechwood, and know Jim and Lisa Luyk. If you don't, they are just about the sweetest two people you could ever imagine. Anyway, one week in June, they came to visit us here in Swazi. Our visit with them was amazing. If you read my blog 'United For the War' the visitors from the States I talked about were them. In that blog I also explained how after this visit, which was wonderful while it lasted, our family took a turn for the worst again. It was so hard to say goodbye, and we were all quietly fighting feelings of bitterness and doubt in the following weeks.

   Thankfully, that isn't the end of the story. God wasn't finished yet (and I PRAISE him that he STILL isn't :) ). That was June. July was crazy team month, as I am going to call it. At one time we had three teams on the ground at once. One of 30, and two of 15. Basically everyday Dad, and Mom and Jake and I sometimes as well, were running around, driving teams around, helping them with ministry stuff, etc. Now, don't get me wrong, I absolutely love teams, but it's insane. So at that point we were all in this sort of numb state. I was anyway.

   Teams died down and August and September arrived. Right then we were all anticipating the arrival of my Grandma and Grandpa Baker, Mom's parents, who came on the 16th of Sept. Having them here, just like having Jim and Lisa was here, was really, really great. But all through the visit I had in the back of my mind the fear, that when they left, it was going to be like when Jim and Lisa left, we were all going to be just really, really sad.

   I prayed and prayed that this wouldn't happen. And God pulled through. It shouldn't surprise us when God answers our prayers, but it does, doesn't it? Each time He works a miracle in our favor, whether it be big or small, us of little faith are continually amazed by his faithfulness.

   When my Grandma and Grandpa left, initially, I was pretty sad, naturally, but after a few days, I was ok. And I am ok. God has filled me with this peace, this overwhelming peace like nothing I've ever felt.  It's like, ok. Yeah. I'm ok. I don't have to feel anxious about anything, because God's got me. He's got me right in his arms. And if I'm there, what do I have to be afraid of?

 

Dreaming About Home...

   I'm a wreck right now. No, if you were sitting next to me (which Jake actually is) you wouldn't know it. But inside I am breaking.

   You may think that I want to go home. No. It's not that. Not all of it anyway.

   We had this amazing team here recently. One of the best. I've never felt so close to a really short-term team before.

   They were a high school youth group from a large church in Colorado Springs. Maybe the reason I loved them so much was because I'm just craving people my age around me. And don't yell at me for racism, because that's not what it is, but AMERICAN people my age.

   Yes, that sounds horrible, but Swazis are different than Americans. Obvious, right? Yes, everyone knows that us spoiled Americans have a completely different mindset than people living in third-world countries. Of course!

   We all 'know' that people are dying, are sick, are hungry, thirsty, but until you get here, and STAY here, you really have no idea how different it really is.

   So, to sum up, it is very hard to become friends with Swazi young people. No, not that they aren't friendly or anything. I guess I should say it this way. It is much different to be friends with Swazi young people.

   Most Swazis are very immature for their age. So, a 20 year old that works at our house is best buddies with Jake, who turns eleven in a week. Yes. So, you say, just be friends with 20 year olds! They're the same level of maturity, so it doesn't matter! Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. I couldn't really explain it in words. Lots of cultural stuff.

   So anyway, the team. Woodmen Valley is the name of their church.

   Woodmen had an awesome mix of personalities and spiritual strengths. I loved, loved, loved seeing all of them love on kids at their carepoint, trying to learn SiSwati, meeting gogos. The usual.

   I can't exactly explain why I loved Woodmen so much. Like I said, it probably had something to do with the fact that they were American kids close to my age. I don't know.

   They left last Sunday morning. I didn't cry, but I wanted to. I hugged them each goodbye and waved goodbye as they drove off in their bus. Goodbye Woodmen.

   It's so, so, SO hard. The team aspect of ministry here. So awesome, but so hard. You meet all of these new people, share amazing experiences with them, pray with them, talk to them and just share life with them in this unexpected setting, and then they leave. Just like that. Gone. And you'll probably never see them. Ever again. In this life anyway.

   And the thing of it is, they get to go home in a week or two. Get on with their lives. Yes, this experience has changed them, (or we'd like to hope so anyway) but they're home. I don't think they forget about me, or our family, or Africa, but the memory is tucked away in a little hidden compartment in their minds. But for me, I think about each and  every team that left an impact on me daily. Seriously, I do. Different things will trigger the thoughts. Something I see on Facebook, a place or person we saw while they were here, or even a meal we had with them.

   I dreamt that we went home last night. It was so strange, and I can't get it out of my head. I had my first day of high school. I saw people I love. It was bizarre. I woke up and didn't know where I was. For a moment I was disappointed. I thought that I had really seen my grandparents for the first time in 4 months. I thought I had really started high school and met new friends. The disappointment was fleeting, though. After a moment I realized I really was happy here, and I really do love it here. Because in the dream I really missed being here. Even in the midst of all the happiness, I really did want to be here.

   I think that dream was God's way of telling me that He needed me here right now. And making me really appreciate this amazing experience I'm having. How many 13 year olds really get to do this? Not many, I can tell you that.

   Today I read a Facebook note someone on the Woodmen team wrote about post-Africa feelings and emotions. She said this:

   "I don’t feel like Africa wrecked my life. I feel like it slowly crept into my heart, wrapped it’s roots around me, and is firmly embedded in who I am."

   I'm happy for her. I'm happy that Africa didn't completely rock her world. But for me, it did. Africa did wreck my life. And don't read that in a negative context, but Africa turned my entire life upside down. I will never, ever, ever be the same. And I will never have a TRUE place to call home.

   I feel sorry for myself sometimes. Often, actually. I'm trying not to. But sometimes I do. I lament the fact that I will never be home again. Not really. Because even if we go home after this time, and I tuck away the memory of the two years I spent in Africa as a teen, and go on with life, that memory will always be there.

   But it's ok. It really is. At the beginning of this blog I was tied up inside and scared and lonely. But now I think I'm at peace. For now. I needed to write this blog, to pour out what's written on my heart right now. Please know I'm really exposing myself with this. Some of it may seem extreme or offensive. I'm sorry if it does. It's what I'm feeling. Take it or leave it.

  So anyway, thanks for taking the time to read about my brokenness...


 

Beautiful Things

 Recently one of my good friends, Brie, recommended a song. Brie was one of the girls on the Real Life team that came to Swazi last year. (a lot of you guys have probably listened to me babble about how awesome they are)  I was skype-chatting with her today when she told me about this song by The Michael Gungor Band called Beautiful Things and how it reminded her of life here in Swaziland...

All this pain...

   Swaziland is a battlefield. Kids and Gogos are dying left and right from the horrible HIV/AIDS epidemic here. It is a place where death is almost tangible, it is thick in the air, causing everyone to trudge through it on a day-to-day basis...

... I wonder if I'll ever find my way?...

  Everyone here is daily faced with questions like: "Will I survive today?" or "Am I going to wake up tomorrow?" All of the death surrounding this place causes people to question their ability to make there way through life normally...

...I wonder if my life could really change? At all...



   People here also question if they can make a change. They think that if so-and-so lost his parents very young, couldn't afford to make it through high school, contracted HIV and died at 20, they will never be able to be anything. They doubt their ability to make a difference in their community...

...All this Earth, Could all that is lost ever be found? Could a garden come up from this ground? At all?...

    There is so much of Swaziland...A nation almost destroyed by HIV/AIDS. It's overwhelming sometimes, the immensity of it all. All of the death and pain. A once fertile, beautiful nation that took just one person infected with HIV to undo, will take years to tie back up...



...You make beautiful things! You make beautiful things out of the dust!...

   The hope that this nation has is that Even amidst the pain, the death, the overwhelming size and depth of the issues here, God can make beautiful things out of this dust. He can take our sin and shame, our shortcomings, everything, and make them into something beautiful that furthers his great Kingdom...

  ...You make beautiful things! You make beautiful things out of us!...

   As well as our sin and shortcomings, God can make beautiful things out of our very selves. He uses us in amazing ways to bring him more glory. Yes! Even us, shameful sinners hiding behind our fear.God can take us and mould us into what HE wants for his Kingdom...

...All around, Hope is springing up from this old ground.

Out of chaos life is being found, in you...

   It is amazing when we begin to see what God is doing in our lives! If we would just look around we would see that he is making all things work together for our good!...

...You make me new. You are making me new...

   Jesus died so that we may have life. So that we could become new creations. Born again through the Spirit. We are made new by God's great love for us through Jesus' sacrifice.

                                                  

   What I see in this song is a message of hope for Swaziland. It is so true to life here! This song reminds us that even though so much pain and death exist here in Swaziland, our Lord has the ability to make all things new. The ability to clean up our horrible missions and make us into something beautiful.

   I praise God for what he is doing to make things beautiful here in Swaziland. I pray that he will continue to make it evident to us and the people here that despite our sin and shame, we can be made beautiful through him...



'You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of us'



United For The War

   Recently, we had visitors from the States here. We had a fantastic time and a multitude of new experiences, stories that will be told forever.
   
   It felt like they were here for much longer than the week and a half they joined us in ministry here, and we were very recharged and energized by their visit, but, now that they're gone, each member of our family, in their own way, is coping with the hole they left here.

   It is quiet, and we try to put on a happy face for eachother and others, but everyone of us is sad.

   It's a hard life here. It is. I don't think any of us prepared ourselves for how difficult it would be. I don't think any of us could have really known, either. It's so rewarding, yet so hard. There is so much need here. And there isn't always a happy ending to the sad, sad stories we see everyday.

   We'd like to think so wouldn't we? That there's always a happy ending? But there isn't. Not always.

   No, there are few true "happy endings" to the millions of life stories in this world. Some are good, yes, but many are horrific and grief-filled. There is however in this world, hope. Individually, not many lives end as well as we would like, but, in the end, each story will weave together into a beautiful tapestry of hope. And that hope is Christ Jesus. As long as we welcome him into our heart, we have hope.
   
Just last night, we were discussing how God allows satan to win some battles on this earth. But Heaven wins the war. Always.

    Yes, each of us is fighting individually the battles satan tries so hard to win. Right now, in our family, the battle is against feeling unfit for the work here, becoming bitter, feeling we shouldn't be here right now, when it's obvious we have to be.

   We're fighting individually the battles set before us, but as a family, and on a larger scale, the body of Christ, we are united for the war. We are soldiers in God's army, recruiting others as we go along in this life, fighting against the fiery arrows of the devil.

   And, no matter how hard it is here, or anywhere, we can be assured, no matter what, that Heaven wins.

He Never Lets Go....

   Yesterday we had our second ever Kidz Klub at the Center. It's been going so well and I am so happy that God has provided this oppurtunity to use our Ministry Partners in a way that is pleasing to Him, and also reach out and draw to himself the children we love so much at the Center.

   We arrived, prepared, and started.

   I am teaching a beautiful 24 year-old mother of two English, and had her gorgeous baby in my arms to begin with. God has been amazing in the last couple weeks, and has provided us some people that would like to pay for formula so Mnqobi (Spunky's youngest- 6 months) can eat. Spunky could not continue breastfeeding, so, God provided us these people to pay for the formula so her baby (did I mention he was gorgeous?) can eat.

   Being the "mother of love" that I am (my name, Nothando, means this in Zambian) I could not resist sitting down and scooping up my other little baby, Eme, who was sitting contentedly among her many cousins and sister and brother in the growing Kidz Klub "audience", handing my little Mnqobi off to Jake, who is equally in love with him...

   Eme crawled onto my lap and held on tight, grasping me as if I were her only hope. As we sang, she would not allow me to put her down and cried miserably if I did.

    As we settled down onto the floor of the open-air platform we do Kidz Klub on to start the bible stories, she still would not let go. Sometimes, she would wander off to mom and hold onto her for awhile.

   She has obviously not been well the past few weeks, (but then, who of these little kids does not have a seemingly constant cold?) and so I allowed her to lay in my lap and stroked her back.

   Suddenly Eme grew restless, not knowing if she wanted to snuggle in Make's (mother- "mage") lap or mine. She kept up a steady whimper that grew louder and louder into a scream.

   I thought maybe she wanted to be put down, but that was definitely not the case. She screamed louder. Finally I had to scoop her up and carry her away to the teamhouse porch so as not to disturb the remainder of Kidz Klub.

   Still, she screamed, writhing in my lap, tears streaming down her face, obviously in much pain. I sang to her and continued to rub her back, which was bumping up and down from all of the writhing and screaming she was doing.

   She slid off of my lap and lay in the dirt, screaming and rolling. I tried to pull her back up to me and hold her writhing body to my chest, but she would not even allow me to touch her, smacking my hand away even if I tried to rub her little head.

   I pleaded with God to take her pain away, it broke my heart to see my little baby in so much pain. I commanded satan to depart from her and to stop hurting her so. But she continued to cry and scream in agony.

   Spunky, whom I was writing about before, walked over that moment and told me, quite obviously: "She is not fine," and lifted her shaking body from the dirt.

   She collapsed into her loving arms, the tears stopped, and the shaking ceased.

   As I watched my  beautiful English student walk away, tears jumped to my eyes. She was a mother, yes to her two own beautiful children, but also to many others. She bounced little Eme and "shh"ed her lovingly and her friend, Nozipo tied her on her back.

   She was asleep. Away from the pain that had troubled her. These mamas had scooped her up, loved her, and allowed her the sleep that she so desperately needed.

   I wanted to be able to give her that rest. But it wasn't my place to do it.

   I was reminded, by this wonderful woman we know as Spunky, the beautiful face I see around the Center so often, of Father, of his loving arms, his welcoming embrace, the rest he gives when we are weary and need it so greatly.

   These Swazi mamas gave my little Eme rest, rest that I could not give her. A white face was too much at the moment. And because her true mother is not willing to give her the love that she deserves, Spunky did.

   So, you see, this blog has two points, but they are united in some way.

   First, Father never lets go. He never does. We could be in great pain and need Him to hold onto us. We could have just made the worst mistake of our lives, and everyone else has turned away. In any circumstance, he will NOT let go.

   Second, Father gives us rest, he relieves us from the pain, the sickness, whatever, that is troubling us. He scoops us up into His loving, warm embrace and rocks us gently to sleep. We can forget about the pain when we are in Father's arms.

Oh no, You never let go
Through the calm and through the storm
Oh no, You never let go
In every high and every low
Oh no, You never let go
Lord, You never let go of me....

 

Nat

   In the past few months, God has had a way of providing different people for me to get me through. Get me through what you ask? One word. Transition. The past year has basically been moving from place to place and never really having a place to call "home".

   When we were here the first time, it was the Real Life team. Alison, Amy, Patrice, Natalie, Emma, Brie, Emily, Rachel, Mere, Dauna, Michelle and Eleisha were a HUGE part of what got me through the three months I had in Nsoko.

   Whether I was feeling homesick, or just lost, I knew I could talk to them, and that they would understand, pray for me, talk with me, anything I needed.

   For the months that we were home it was Sara, my beautiful, wonderful second cousin, and very good friend.

   When we went out to New Jersey this February to visit and say goodbye to my Grandma and Grandpa, Sara and I grew much closer than we've ever been.

   And now, now that I'm back in my amazing Nsoko, yes, home, but still a little bit surreal, and still I'm a bit unstable, I have Nat.

   Nat is on the World Race a group touring 11 countries in 11 months to do mission work and see God moving throughout the world.(learn more here)

   Her and 5 other team members arrived Friday night and will be staying in Nsoko for 1 month.

   When I first saw Nat, I knew I would love her. She is bubbly and cute, and is totally on fire for God.

   Sunday, we went to church, and on the way back home, we talked. I totally got the sense that I could tell her anything. She is amazing.

   I feel like whenever I need a girl friend (in the next month anyway :) ) I can go to her.

   How amazing is it that God has just been providing these people for me, whenever I need them most.

   Thanks Jesus, for showing me yourself in these amazing people, and especially right now, Nat.

(This is a month late, but still so true(: )

Wednesday

                                           Wednesday, yesterday, was a great day...




Playing Water-Balloon Toss

 

  I woke up, finished a large amount of school, meaning we will be finished soon! Afterwards we went to the Center, definitely one of my favorite things to do here, just sitting with, loving, and playing with the beautiful kids there.

   We played games, held babies, and just hung out. After this we went on a home-visit to deliver a talking bible to a woman that had suffered a stroke and could no longer read hers.

   It was a complete and total answer to prayer because mom had visited this beautiful lady last week and felt a need in her heart to give her a talking bible, but had no idea how. She had prayed that an oppurtunity would arise to be able to give her a talking bible.

   At the moment we have a team of people here, one of which brought five of these talking bibles in SiSwati!!!



   Elise, the woman who brought the bibles, Mom, Dad, Jake, Phindile (one of our ministry partners) and I, piled into our van and headed up to Mahangeni to visit this woman.



   Nohlonhlo is her name, which means Fortunate. We arrived, pulled out the bible, Elise gave her a quick how-to and then she listened, and listened, and listened.




Nohlonhhlo listening to her bible

 

   She just sat there and basked in the glory of her new talking bible. Her brother, who lives with her, did all the talking, and expressed the thanks, but Nohlonhlo listened.

   Although she didn't say hardly a word while we were there, the bible was never once turned off, even as we prayed for her and her brother.

 

   But, of course, this story couldn't be finished with that. It is a beautiful story that ends with a classic Swazi ending.



  Fortunate's brother was so grateful for the new bible that he insisted on giving us something in return. What, you ask, did he offer us? A chicken. That's right, a big, fat rooster.



   He proceeded to tell Jake and I to chase it down and catch it, which, I promise you, we did try! We tried for probably 20 minutes, but alas, failed. Fortunate's brother caught it in about 3 seconds and handed it to dad.

   We brought it over to the Center and put it with Pastor's chickens. We will eat it Friday. Wow!

 


Bible Study-Wednesday's greatest feature



   7:00 brought our weekly bible study with our South African friends, always the highlight of my week.

   Part of our bible study is sharing something we are thankful for, and something that is our greatest need. I was thankful for a great Wednesday, and my greatest need was to have more and more and more Wednesdays.

   God has a beautiful way of turning homesickness into realizing you are home.

 Thanks for a great Wednesday, God.







Coming Home

   Well, we're here. It's so surreal to finally be here! Yet, in another sense, it's like coming home. In a very, very good way.

   Friday was the first day we visited the Center. I thought I would be very emotional, but really, it was like falling into the routine I knew I always belonged in. I saw my Eme. (see my mom's blog post thanks in giving) I thought for sure I would cry my eyes out when I saw her beautiful face, but again, it was just the norm.

   My time in the states was only a short break from what I know is my true home. Seeing faces, going places that I remember. This is home.

   I'm coming home.

What Grace Is About

   Grace, the definition is: "Unmerited, divine assistance given to humans for their...sanctification"

   Everyday in countless ways, God gives us some form of grace. Today, in the bustiling Gerald R. Ford airport, we recieved grace from God in the form of two extra bags. Thank you Lord!!

   Yet, another definition for grace is: "a charming or attractive trait or characteristic". How often do we give grace to recieve something in return? Isn't the point of grace that it is unmerited and does not require so-called "payback"?

   As humans, we often disregard one definition and find one we like. These two definitions are just two of ten definitions in the merriam-webster dictionary. How often do we as humans pick and choose the definition of our actions?

   I pray that all who read this will recognize grace as "unmerited divine assistance given to humans for their...sanctification" and not "a charming or attractive trait or characteristic". Always. Because that is NOT what grace is about!
  

One Week...

   Wow!! We leave in ONE WEEK. That is so crazy!!! Most of me is uber (sorry-still a teen(: ) excited to get there, and when people ask me if I'm nervous, or not ready to leave at all, I say no, I'm just REALLY ready.

   But really, that's not truth! I'm nervous, yeah! I'm not completely ready! I mean, HELLO! I'm leaving the only permanent home that I've ever known for two years and going somewhere I love, yes, but also don't know as well as I'd like to think I do.

   It's hard for me to say that, because I want it to be like I'm the calm, cool and collected one, but really, HA! Those three words aren't really in my internal dictionary at the moment...

   I've been packing up my room the last couple of days. Wow. That's hard. I'm sentimental--like EXTREMELY, so it's REALLY hard for me to let go of stuff. I kinda just like sit in the middle of my floor and cry. Ya know?

   And then I remember. My beloved Swaziland. Where kids are starving. People are sleeping on straw mats on dirt floors. Where my little Eme plays in a battered, torn, filthy dress. They're content. And then it's a little easier...

   This is a lot for me to put out for people to see, but that's ok. I want you guys to know I'm pouring out my heart here, and I WANT you to see that. I want you to see what's going on inside this heart of mine...

   Thanks for being there guys.
  

                I love you.

a gorgeous little baby at a carepoint, photo cred--Dan Luyk

Swaziland is...(a poem by me)

Need

Swaziland is...need.

The people NEED to be fed God's nourishing spiritual food.

They also need enough physical food each day,

and water,

and sometimes they don't have these things.



Grief

Swaziland is...grief.

Children raising children because their parents have died of AIDS.

Sexual sin among teens.

Infants dying of simple diseases because of a lack of adequate hospitals.

Hardship



Swaziland is...hardship.

Sometimes not having enough food for the day.

Or water.

Or working hard all day in the hot sun for little pay.

Yet, in the midst of all these things,

Swaziland is also...

Love

...Love.

Filled to the brim with love.

Radiating to those around them.

Children.

GoGos.

Men.

Women.





peace

...Peace.

In all circumstances.

Not wondering, or worrying about what will happen,

But in the midst of everything,

Peaceful.

Beauty

...Beauty.

The people.

The landscape.

All of it SCREAMS with

Absolute

&

Total

Beauty.

Hope

And most of all,

Swaziland is HOPE.

Dripping,

Sopping,

OVERFLOWING,

with hope.

For the future and for today.

Hopeful faces,

smiles,

and dreams

are everywhere in my beloved Swaziland.

Swaziland will always be my true home.

Where I can truthfully say,

"I am at peace with the world"

Surrounded by love,

Surrounded by peace,

Surrounded by beauty,

and

Surrounded by

HOPE!

SWAZILAND IS

HOPE.



Swaziland=Hope.....



hard...

  You know, it's hard to move to another country. It's hard to say goodbye to your friends, your family, the people you love. It's hard to leave what you know. It's hard to get used to a new culture. It's hard to look to God in the midst of so much need.

  Yeah, it's hard. But that is NOT what matters. It doesn't matter if I have a hard time stomaching pap and beans, if I get peed (or even pooped) on by some kid(:, if I'm barely surviving 110 degree heat.

  No. No, no, no. That's HARDLY what matters. All of that is minuscule when I think about the reward from a soul saved. Even just one. The joy that I feel when I see someone accept Christ for the first time. Or the smile on an old woman's face as she receives a bed after sleeping on a straw mat for so long.

  These things are so much more important than the difficulty of it all. I hope I recognize that. I hope I focus on the good things. The HAPPY things.

  It's okay if it's hard--it's ALL worth it....

an evident example of one of those rewards, a child's humble smile....

All of Creation...

  Right now I'm in The Great Smoky Mountains in Sevierville, Tenesee.

  I'm here to spend time with my extended family before we go to Swaziland.

  It's definitely a bittersweet experience. I love being here and seeing the absolute beauty of God's creativity around me. (and even climbing it (: )  But, it is also a very sad week, in that we must say goodbye to family and head off to adventures in Africa...

  I was recently listening to MercyMe's song, "All of Creation". It describes God's beautiful creation (of course) including His gorgeous nature (including the mountains we are surrounded by) and, of course, US. People!!!

  One of the lines in the song is "All of creation, sing with me now, lift up your voice and lay your burdens down." We have the duty, the priviledge to rejoice in God's absolute beauty!! We can stand on top of one of these towering mountains, spread our arms out wide, look up at the sky, and sing. Sing and praise the Lord.

  All of creation, join me in singing to our Lord. Praising him is what we were made to do!

  Of course, we should always remember this, but, these mountains, these gorgeous, towering, breathtaking mountains, give us a little bit more of a reminder.

  Thank you Lord, thank you for giving me the priviledge of being surrounded by these mountains to remind me that I need to praise you always....

I'm here!

  Well, I have a blog, finally. I've been putting it off for a long time!

  I think part of that is because of my horrible procrastination issues, but I think also I was a bit afraid to have a responsibility this big.

  You're probably asking, how is having a blog a responsibility? Well, when you take what's deep inside your heart, dig it out, put it into words and display it for all to see, you have a deep fear that someone or many someones are going to not accept it.

  I'm making this blog mostly because it will be an outlet for me to project my feelings that I have regarding this trip to Nsoko, Swaziland (see my profile here) My mom, Jenifer Peterson (follow hyperlink to her blog) also blogs, and it is a great way for her to pour out her heart about what she's feeling.

  My hopes for this blog is that the people who read it will be moved by what I have to say about this amazing country. Blessings to all who read!

(blogs for now will be about things happening pre-Swazi, we leave in 17 days [April 19th] but before that it will be my feelings about going back {we were there from Sept.-Dec. and are going back for two years})