As I write this, there is a baptism service happening in the pool at our house. There’s lots of singing and cheering—love it! You know what’s cool? Understanding a couple of the words they’re singing in Bemba!
Yesterday was a great day that covered a wide range of emotions. In the morning, we went to Isubilo for the weekly Saturday program. There are always lots of kids and different activities for the different age groups. The first Saturday of each month is all about prayer for the older kids. Yesterday, I had the privilege of leading the discussion. Although it took some crazy turns in our Q&A time, it was really great! I spoke about what prayer is and how important it is to have personal, private prayer time with the Lord. I also talked about Matthew 6 and making sure that we check the motivation behind our prayers—are we yelling them loudly so that other people hear us? Are we merely saying empty words, or are the words we say heartfelt?
We also talked about how important it is to be still and listen to what the Lord is telling us. It’s like talking with our friends—would they be very happy if we did all the talking and never let them talk? And if we’re asking God for answers, how is He going to be able to respond if we never let Him?
At first, there weren’t any comments or questions, then some of them really opened up! It was great to hear their questions and some things they’re wrestling with. We ended by inviting anyone with more questions to please come and talk to us about them. I admitted that I by no means have all the answers (and that I struggle with some of the same things as them), but that I’d love to talk with them more. I’m hoping and praying that some take me up on that offer!
After lunch (I just love nshima on Saturdays!), we went to visit a few people. On the way to the last house, I was told we were going to see an amazing woman named Lontia who has been raising her three grandchildren. However, her teenaged grandson committed suicide earlier this year. When we got to her home, Lontia was sitting on the floor. She is pretty much confined to her house as she has lost her feet and all of her fingers to leprosy. It was absolutely incredible to sit on the floor of her home with her. Hearing her recount the story of her grandson Matthews’s death was heartbreaking. Her household has no peace about the situation and is devastated by their loss (and rightfully so). Lontia is one of the bravest and strongest women I have ever met. She is such a great representation of Christ’s selflessness.
Can you believe I’ve been here for three weeks?? I certainly can’t. Thank you so much for all of your love and support. Y’all have no idea how much the words and encouragement mean to me! It’s lovely to turn on my computer to find countless emails, messages, Facebook posts, and tweets sending me well wishes. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—I have the best support system and friends and family ever. Thank you for joining me on this journey!