Trying to get the rest of the story out of a 16 year old BUSY girl, is not an easy task, but she has blessed us with the second part of her Journey to Africa! Hope you are blessed!
People say that God will never give us more than we can handle. I don't believe that! I believe that God absolutely, completely, and purposely gives us more than we can handle. Why? So that we can see HIM provide and so we can see how good HE is at doing the impossible. How ready He is to come through for His weak, broken, helpless, inadequate children. God gives us more than we can handle to encourage us to surrender it to Him. This sums up my journeys and lessons learned in Malawi, Africa.
6 weeks in Africa was absolutely NOTHING like what I anticipated. I thought I was prepared. Now I realize there is not really much preparation that can be done for something so drastic of a culture shock like I witnessed. We had a few days in Blantyre before leaving on our first trip to the village. Those few days were euphoric. I felt so excited! I knew that I belonged there and that God had so much in store. Yet also there were strong feelings of caution and hesitation. There is no way to describe what it was like to see Malawi for the first time.
I expected poverty, but nothing like I saw with my own eyes for the first time. Orphaned toddlers digging through trash. Hundreds of people walking every which way, people with absolutely no hope, ambition or vision except to find enough food and water to survive another day.
Animals everywhere! Goats, cows, chickens, dogs with bones protruding so much you could count their ribs.
I remember staring in wonder as I thought to myself, "This IS just like all the movies, the scenes in Africa!" No real feeling of safety! You can't call 911 if you need help! There is no 911! I felt so helpless!
My first reaction was probably deep grief and compassion. The next was utter despair! How in the world does anyone even make a dent in all this suffering and poverty?
Now I know that nobody can. Only Jesus! Only the gospel! Only the souls who are willing to be the hands, feet, tears, and touch of Jesus!
We spent a LONG day of traveling to the first village. The mountain views were spectacular!
We arrived in our first village, Chididi after dark.
Getting there and stepping out of or Land Rover was surreal. The whole village crowded around us to see the 'azungus' (white people). I remember seeing dozens upon dozens of bright eyes looking at me through the dark. The children were captivated. Most having never seen a white skinned person in their lifetime! Later that night I remember gazing up at the immense African sky. I was in complete awe of the huge, bright, twinkling stars and constellations. The sky was like nothing I had ever seen before! Nothing to interfere with God's creation! With tears streaming down my cheeks from the overwhelming beauty! I felt so small...
Part 3 next to come!
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1 comment:
Hi Heather
I found your blog through a comment on Generation Cedar...I enjoyed reading a little about your family. Your missionaries in the making made me smile:-) My arrows are still little but I often wonder what God has in store for them one day.
Blessings
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