Shika Yesu - "Hold on to Jesus"


  We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. We stay there even though we go away, and there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. Kenya is such a place. It is truly like Narnia.  There is something beautiful  about Kenya that is thousands of years old. Too old to be truly captured by poems and songs. Loved by everyone, loved so very deeply. Kenya is everything real in a world of make believe.  But even though I left some part of me behind, I also found a part of myself whom I thought was missing. I found her at a lookout point overlooking the breathtakingly  beautiful plains of Massaailand. And I couldn't help thinking and knowing that I serve a God who makes the most beautiful things. We serve a God who loves us so much that He would come down to feel what we feel, to experience what we experience and even gave up His life to leave a part of Himself behind to always stay and be with us. This love, I have found, is not passive, it is never disengaged, it is always present and it hangs on every word we say. His love keeps promises, it keeps its word, it honors what is sacred and its vows are good. This love is not broken, it is not insecure, it is never selfish and is always pure. He is a good good father and He truly does not give His heart in pieces. He gives it unconditionally without is having to do anything to gain it. He loves us not only because but He also loves us despite. That is a love that conquers. He shows us this love not only in big things but in the small events of everyday life. He shows it in 14 hour roller coaster bus rides, cramped taxi game drives, swimming in breathtaking rivers, 24 hour campfires, hippo pool hikes, walking with the Massaai, worship sessions, packages from home, starry starry nights, footscrubbing sessions, nutella chapatis, heart key charms, rural house visits, tea cans, very fast bike rides, wind in your hair, Mika, laughter and so much more. So much love I do not have enough pockets to out it in. Kenya, you will forever be one of my most favorite places on earth. Home away from home. You showed me true humility and servanthood. Nothing I have I can call mine because it belongs to the one who knows the number of hairs on my head. Kenya showed me what family in Christ means and showed me firsthand what James meant when he encourages us to rejoice in suffering and to worship in trials. Tough times really do show us that we should always hold on to Jesus. God is good all the time. Keep holding on to Jesus even if the world around you shakes. Kenya You have taught me gratefulness, and if we are true in the small things, God will be true in the big things.  Life is more enjoyable and even more beautiful when we hold on to Jesus. He knows what is good. If this is what it means to sit at the feet of Jesus then I will stay here forever. Jesus is everything. His love is everything.  May God bless your nation and His people for you have blessed me with a gift that I can never lose. Staring at the beauty of our King. May peace and grace be yours forever.  Asante sana Kenya!  x x x
Rate this blog entry:
566 Hits
0 Comments

Dear Ethiopia...


When I first laid my eyes on you and the rolling hills you sat upon. I thought what amazing luck I have that God had created such beautiful things and gave me the eyes to see them.  I am forever changed by your existence. You are a place filled with so many stories and I feel so privileged to share some of these stories with you. I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can't read anything, you have only the most rudimental sense of how things work. You can't even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.  These interesting guesses were what brought our team to a lot of interesting places ranging from the far North to the ever ongoing South. You taught me the names of these cities, and I saw that each one of them tell a different story. You introduced me to people that showed me characteristics of Jesus in such a simple and beautiful way. I learnt about the importance of our dependance on God and also what it truly means when Paul writes in Philippians 4:11 "...in every situation I am to be content."  I learnt that everything in life needs some sort of foundation, I came to the conclusion that Jesus must be this foundation. Just like the wise  builder built his house on the rock. I learnt that rest is necessary especially when we do it in His presence. He gives answers when we listen. I learned that one smile can heal a heart that had walls so tall and painted blue, but now has a door to let people through.  Ethiopia you showed me how the Father gives so much more to those He loves. We ask for one ministry point He gives us all of Ethiopia. Kindness is your specialty and somehow you grasp the importance of giving, not only things but yourselves as well. I am truly humbled by it.  I will be forever grateful for these foundations you reminded me of. Thank you for showing me what love is by also showing me what it is not.  I will carry it in my heart.  I will carry you in my heart.  YoursTill we meet again  

 

Rate this blog entry:
422 Hits
0 Comments

More than just a name...


            

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
580 Hits
1 Comment

Turkey - confronted by blessings

On the fourth of march we arrived in Istanbul, a city with about 10 million people. By God's grace we found a very cheap hostel right in the centre between the famous mosque "Hagia sophia" and the sea (Bosporus)! Already at this place we experienced the hospitableness and kindness of turkish people, just amazing!

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
275 Hits
0 Comments

What do you mean it's not about me?

Wait! What? This is not about me? 

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
527 Hits
0 Comments

I know who holds tomorrow...

New year...new beginnings 

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
411 Hits
0 Comments

Finding a Blog

 

As it has been shown, I am clearly not one for rating my experience of each country along the way. Being part of the communication team for hidden world, I have found that my own feelings are already reflected in the team blogs and newsletters, that when it comes to writing my own, I have nothing left to say. But I have finally figured out what to write on my own blog- only took 5 months. Reflecting back on the last 6 months of my life, I can't believe how much has changed- besides moving to a different country every three weeks.I read this line in The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis a couple months ago, that has stuck with me all this time: "Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him [God] seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys" (40). As some of you may know, this book is written in the perspective of a demon named Screwtape. I found what he said here to be interesting because he mentions that the Devil's attempt at winning over a servant is hopeless when a person is going through the hardest of times, can't really see God in the situation but still chooses to be obedient. Over the course of Cuba I realized the amount of times in my Christian life, but especially in the last 6 months I have gone through a rough time, and allowed the devil to win by not being obedient. Allowing him to steal something from me, steal my attention.  How is this possible? How can I call myself a follower of Jesus, and not actually follow him? I really have wasted so much time. So many opportunities God asked something of me and I turned my back because it didn't suit me or it wasn't fun anymore. Is being a follower really a choice you make once? Is it the one day you ask Jesus into your life and the rest is history?I think not. I have to choose Jesus everyday. Choose life everyday. Choose obedience everyday- even when it may not be convenient for me. Just like God chooses to love me everyday, despite my faults, despite my disobedience. Some days I fall short.... Most days I fall short. But my desire for Him, to glorify Him is there, and I think that's really what he cares about. Why he is pleased with me anyways, pursues me anyways. Even when I fall short, God still loves me. and there is nothing I can do about it. "He [God] wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there He is pleased even with their stumbles" (40). ~C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
Rate this blog entry:
439 Hits
0 Comments

God's way is above ours !

Hello everyone ! This couple of weeks, I could experiment deeply what was the meaning of the verse 8 from the chapter 55 in the book of Isaiah:

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
583 Hits
0 Comments

What a Woman of God REALLY Looks Like

What a Woman of God REALLY Looks Like

Hello everyone!!

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
674 Hits
1 Comment

The best is yet to come♡

Wow! How do you even start to put the past two weeks in to words? 

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
595 Hits
4 Comments

Will You build me a new house?

Will You build me a new house?
"We must be known for hope for the day we live in, as the purposes of God are always great. He will do everything needed, according to His promises for His victorious bride." - Bill Johnson If God doesn’t build the house, the builders only build shacks. If God doesn’t guard the city, the night watchman might as well nap. It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late, and work your worried fingers to the bone. Don’t you know He enjoys giving rest to those He loves?(Psalm 127:1-2 MSG) It takes wisdom to build a house, and understanding to set it on a firm foundation; It takes knowledge to furnish its rooms with fine furniture and beautiful draperies. (Proverbs 24:3, 4 MSG)  My first thought about Laos was: "Why on earth do none of the locals pronounce the S in Laos?" What an emotional but triumphant experience! It was here where Jesus started to prepare us for China.  Laos was so beautiful - The people as well as the the country's rich, tragic history. We stayed in Vientiane. Our time with the local church was extremely well spent and evidently fruitful. We encouraged and supported the church while we were challenged ourselves. Jesus took us on a wild tour of Laos while we are on this journey of self discovery... just learning how to take the baby steps to finally leaping and abounding in our faith. Jesus surpasses all description and everyone's anticipation of good. He is extreme in all the right ways! We had a 'lekker' time! We celebrated Lao new year - a week long water fest!  Our team lived in a comfortable-uncomfortable guest house. Horses running upon a dried, parched land on the border of Laos and Thailand.  We had a wonderful time of fellowship around super food and coffee, did i mention that we had dragon fruit? We celebrated when we had the opportunity to wifi ;) Some of us exercised at sunset with the locals. We had an Australian man who randomly-purposefully spent time with us. We spent time soaking, pondering and praying together. Jesus is establishing my new House on the Rock... in His rest and peace, while He teaches and reveals..  Oh faithful One! My heart is called Your House, a dwelling place for You in my constant brokenness and triumph!
Rate this blog entry:
625 Hits
1 Comment

God as your tour guide

God as your tour guide






...The adventure of a lifetime.For those of you who don't know what a Luke 10 is let me quickly explain it. You can read Luke 10:1-9 and that sums it up pretty well, but for those of you who don't have a Bible on hand a Luke 10 is where they send us out without money and limited supplies. What is taken differs from team to team. Our team had just enough money to get to and from Mae Sot with a little left over for buying drinking water, our toothbrushes, a change of clothes, Bible, and a rain jacket.Starting out it was clear God wanted us to go to Mae Sot and not to stay in Burma for the week as we originally thought. From getting to the Burmese embassy too late to apply for a visa, to it being waaaay out of our price range to buy plane tickets to get to Yangon city, and then being led on a wild goose chase around Bangkok.But our team was at peace with going to Mae Sot because it was a border town and we would still be able to go into Myawadi (just across the Burmese border) with a day visa.We took the night train to a city about 200km away from Mae Sot and then hitchhiked the rest of the way there. It was amazing how the Lord provided during that time. One of the people who gave us a ride in the back of their truck gave us breakfast (we didn't tell them we didn't have food or money for food) and then later another man blessed us with lunch (without us having to tell him either). We even managed to get to the border before 1pm!Our goal had been to get to Mae Sot so after that was completed we weren't sure what to do next. We noticed a night market (that was only open Sunday nights) setting up across the road so we started helping a family there. They blessed us with even more food and we got to help them make the food and sell to customers. While we were doing that a man started talking with Robynne. It turned out he was a pastor that worked with YWAM and he offered us a place to stay! He said he worked a lot with the Burmese people and he could take us to places around Mae Sot where we could help out. Later on he told us that he never went to that market, it was too far from his home, but something told him he needed to be there that night.That evening he took us to his Burmese school where we got to share about what we were doing. And it turns out they had just been talking about walking by faith at church that morning! We got to talk to the teachers there, answer questions about Christianity, and encourage them by sharing about God's love and grace.The next day we went to Mae Tao, a Christian Burmese clinic, and had the opportunity to pray for the post op patients. I think what affected me the most there though was seeing all the victims of landmines. The war ended in 2010 but people still come into the clinic almost every day because of landmines. That night we visited another school and shared with the people there. We had the opportunity to pray for them and had the great privilege of being prayed for by them.Finally it was time to enter Burma. We woke up early because we could only enter for one day. There are alternate ways of getting into the country but you run the risk of being shot so we took the more conventional way across the friendship bridge . We didn't have a contact on the other side so we walked around Myawadi, talking to the people and praying for the city. It was amazing to see how God provided for us that day by sending us people to talk to. That day was very hot as well but people kept blessing us with cold water and pop.One of the markets in MyawadiBurma side of the Friendship BridgeWednesday we had the opportunity to go to one of the Burmese refugee camps near Mae Sot. We weren't allowed to go inside because "It's not a zoo" as the guards say. So we walked along the highway beside the camp, praying for hope for the people inside. Our last day in Mae Sot and Luke 10! We were told we would be doing construction at one of the schools so we dressed in our smellier shirts, ready for a hard day of work in the hot sun. When we arrived they said that plans had changed and instead of construction we would be going to a wedding! Those of us who had managed to keep one of our shirts clean quickly changed before we were whisked off in the back of a truck with some students to the wedding. Once we got there it turned out that the ceremony was over and now it was just the reception. Though that didn't seem to matter because we were soon escorted to a table and had a mountain of rice placed in front of us. As soon as we finished eating we were rushed out of there, back to the school.The rest of the day we rested and played with some of the children until that evening when we had to go.I wish I could write in detail about everything we did and experienced there but it would take far too long. I do want to quickly add however that God provided for all our needs miraculously while we were there, we never lacked anything. Another thing that stood out was that it all felt so prearranged. It felt more like we were just going to another ministry point than it did a Luke 10. But I guess that was because God had arranged everything.Anyway I hope this story has encouraged you as much as it's encouraged us. God bless.
Rate this blog entry:
0 Hits
0 Comments

Because WP won the Currie Cup…

Because WP won the Currie Cup…

Please spare me a brief moment to just testify how faithful and powerful our Provider is.

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
712 Hits
0 Comments

Who said that God cannot move mightily in today’s High Schools???

Last week we had our small groups in Global Leadership Academy, like we had every Tuesday and Thursday the last month or so...but this was no ordinary Tuesday...

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
682 Hits
0 Comments

Be fruitful and multiply

Be fruitful and multiply

In all honesty, I have grown accustomed to thinking of God as some spiritual being way up in the atmosphere, looking down at us humans with disappointment. 

Continue reading
Rate this blog entry:
749 Hits
0 Comments

Receive our Newsletter

 

DONATE ONLINE

Real Time support to a project or participant!

  
Apply Now
Logo