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Here on Base . . .
God, I heard news of what my aunt is undergoing, and I pray you’d give her peace that surpasses all understanding, she and her husband both. Thing’s are finally beginning to feel like home here; the people, the work, I really am going to miss it, I know. Today, I was able to bring some of my native friends (from Zambia) to Victoria Falls for the first time. I showed them the prestige hotels and bought them meals and then we went to see one of the seven natural wonders of the world. It’s hard to believe that people who have grown up around here all of their life, have still, never seen Vic Falls. I know it was very exciting for them, and it blessed me to see them excited.
Here I am, on a mission trip, and it’s not at all what I’ve expected … I have not gone miles out into the villages that much, instead I’ve just stood here, and lived amongst the people of the Songwe village, I’ve worked with them, eaten with them, and have become very good friends with them. I live with native missionaries, who have a high and mighty call on there lives, and I’ve gotten to encourage them… But the ministry has gone two ways all the time; they minister to me just as much as I do to them. Many of the villagers around my area are striving to live a Godly life, and I just love being around them, I love working with the base workers. Gina, Jack, Flavius, Betty, and even little Phillip… I pray for them all, I pray that these relationships I’m building now would not stop here; I pray that one day these people will be able to come to America, that they’d be blessed by my country as much as I’ve been blessed by there’s. I pray that I can be a pawn you can use to empower them and get them going in the ministry they want to do in the world. They really are so precious, and sometimes I really wonder why you chose me to be the one to be born in the land of opportunity, where one US dollar equals 4,100 of their kwacha. Meanwhile they work just as hard, just as long, and things just don’t always come together, the way they do in the USA: Minimum wage here is 20,000 Kwacha a week; that’s 5 US dollars a week…
I know your going to expand there territory, and bless them indeed, I just pray that I cn be a part of helping you do that.
Here I am, on a mission trip, and it’s not at all what I’ve expected … I have not gone miles out into the villages that much, instead I’ve just stood here, and lived amongst the people of the Songwe village, I’ve worked with them, eaten with them, and have become very good friends with them. I live with native missionaries, who have a high and mighty call on there lives, and I’ve gotten to encourage them… But the ministry has gone two ways all the time; they minister to me just as much as I do to them. Many of the villagers around my area are striving to live a Godly life, and I just love being around them, I love working with the base workers. Gina, Jack, Flavius, Betty, and even little Phillip… I pray for them all, I pray that these relationships I’m building now would not stop here; I pray that one day these people will be able to come to America, that they’d be blessed by my country as much as I’ve been blessed by there’s. I pray that I can be a pawn you can use to empower them and get them going in the ministry they want to do in the world. They really are so precious, and sometimes I really wonder why you chose me to be the one to be born in the land of opportunity, where one US dollar equals 4,100 of their kwacha. Meanwhile they work just as hard, just as long, and things just don’t always come together, the way they do in the USA: Minimum wage here is 20,000 Kwacha a week; that’s 5 US dollars a week…
I know your going to expand there territory, and bless them indeed, I just pray that I cn be a part of helping you do that.
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