Many of times we hear how much God loves us and wish nothing but the best for all his children; the ones that know his love and the ones that don’t know it as much. Looking back at my life, knowing all the wrong that I have done to others and myself, I’ve said and done things that I will always be ashamed of, the worst was not knowing if I am really forgiven. I’ve read the scripters and have said the words out loud, but still every detail of my past was not forgiven; well at least not all, according to me, looking for any sign that God loves me and that he will take care of me, regardless of my past. Seeing so many miracles happen to so many people around me but never to me, then having the devil having some fun in my head telling me lies to make me believe that he does not love me as much as the others. So having this scenario play out for years going round and round in my life…………………..
Imagine a hiking trip that follows the trail of all the places where Jesus performed his miracles and doing it with 10 other spirit filled people, well this is how the 4 day trip started... We received 25 fish right out of the Sea of Galilee from a local and while we waited for our self-proclaimed fishermen to clean and gut them, we tried to cook beans which ended up taking TWO days to soften. So with fish flopping in packets, beans soaking in a ziplock packet and a rubbish bag over my backbag because of the rain, we began our journey of receiving Gods provision. Within 25 minutes we were walking through a grapefruit farm. The joy that filled my heart! We began pushing grapefruit into our already overfilled bags. For the next few hours, happiness covered my heart and a sleeve of sticky grapefruit juice formed on my arms. We walked up and down and all around the Arbel mountains, I'm not someone who usually stops and notices natural scenery but it was impossible to miss Gods glory and beauty this time. The sun was setting and the choices of where to set up our tents were not very 'lively'; next to a dead cow or next to a cemetery... We carried on walking. Without surprise, God lead us to a little farm and we cooked our fish with a grid that the farmer gave us. The following morning we walked through banana vineyards. I have NEVER eaten so many bananas in my life! I felt so loved by God because he knows how much I would have liked this surprise. So we filled packets with them and we ate bananas three times a day for three days. Our God is a God of abundance. By the grace of God, I got to to learn this facet of my best friend and savior. Now that I have experienced that Jesus abundantly gives us in the physical, how much more will He give us of things that are eternal and of more value. A recurring phrase for me and my friend during this time was "I'll provide the coffee and you provide the biscuits." However, I heard God remixing these words in my heart and his version sounds much better. "I'll provide the coffee and the biscuits.. And joy, love, healing, strength, wisdom, protection, grace and peace. You just have to be present in my presence to receive all I have for you. Thank you Provider for your abundance. Thank you Yeshua for your love. Thank you Jesus for your fullness Heb 11:6 "Without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him."
To get from Marrakech to Fes we had to take a long bus ride. The plan was to take the bus, arrive at the bus station in Fes, get connected to the Internet and let Mustafa from the hostel know we've arrived as arranged.
Ahh Middle East, what an awesome place! I'm so stoked that I had the privilege of serving the people of crossroads. I'm really liking the tea a lot it's like a mix between rooibos and normal tea, it's perfect!
wow!! I'm so stoked these past 42 days have been something else. Learning more about myself, God, the people around me and how situations can effect you when you beyond tired. I've really been blessed to be here with all these amazing people. From surviving in the freezing cold nights at our makeshift campsite with a sheltt that didn't even work and our fire being to far away from everything, all the "dear diary" entries made it just all the more funny. My survivor team was the orange team and already in 5days we had made a bond that wasn't broken. I learnt team work is very important and you can't be a one man team otherwise you will get wrecke. Then we got back to jbay and had like an afternoon to chill and we thought the hard stuff was done but nope this week we have to build a lovely road for the school of jbay GLA. That's was definitely a huge task but we all found what we where good at and worked together to make an awesome road. Then we had a chance to build relationships with the children of GLA at their camp over the weekend. We really had a fantastic time there laughing and pball the games. As soon as we got back from the camp we jumped Into the car and headed off to the Transkei to help at Canzibe. We built a fence and helped the orphans and the underprivileged children we played and danced and did lessons with skits for them they really made my heart break, they have so little but their smiles are bigger than anything I e ever seen. We also got an amazing chance to go to the hole in the wall at coffee bay. the last day at the transkei we where told that we are going to do a Luke ten back to jbay in small teams haha wow that was something out of this world my experiences in just those two days of how faith and listening can make a huge difference in The way we live and see things and experience them. Then we chilled back home at jbay for a week while the other teams did their stuff in capetown so I was so happy to finally have a bed and warm shower and got to Sleep late. The next week was lessons from Norm Wakefield, oom Gerrie and Uncle Joe and woah that stuff was mind-blowing my whole look on life has like been changed. The last couple of days has been very special spending the last bit of time we have with the other teams before we all go off. I'm just so overwhelmed at the fact that my new family is so awesome.
Wait! What? This is not about me?
Our time in Cuba was almost like a time warp going back to the early 1950’s, vintage cars, horse carriages, music on every comer, no internet and street vendors everywhere. What an experience and privilege to have had a month in Cuba. We faced the language barrier with body gestures and our Spanish booklets. Embraced every moment and laughed a lot with those first country giggles when you still in shock that you’ve left South Africa.
From the moment we were welcomed by white smiles in dark faces, letters on the doors of our new place we will call home for three weeks and a cooked meal which took lots of effort, we knew that our time in Cameroon will be special… We have just entered the land of hospitality and fruitfulness. An exhortation nation.
The past 6 weeks have consisted of two countries multiple flights, taxis, busses, motorbikes, Trans Jogja journeys, Jeepney, ferry and multi-cab rides. Blessings in abundance, amazing people, challenging ministry, victory and freedom, struggles and breakthrough. It has been an intense growing and incredible time seeing God bless and provide in an over abundance in Indonesia too a crazy 118 hour travelling story involving a ferry ride and the story of the mirical snack packet too a challenging but incredible experience in the Philippines. Never doubt that God is a good Father.
...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.
Our bodies have been described as temples of the Holy Spirit and as clay in the hands of the Potter. It is an awe-inspiring, intricate tool for the Kingdom, made according to a blueprint designed by an Almighty God.
Kneeling on this battle groundSeeing just how much You've doneKnowing every victoryWas Your power in us
What defines a family? Does the term only refer to a collection of people that are united by their similar genes? Is it possible to apply this term to ten people you've known for only four months?