Showing posts with label Adventures in Missions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adventures in Missions. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

CHILDREN OF THE GUTTER

A few years ago, I had the blessing of meeting Page Hughes. She is a pastor's wife who also is a frequent speaker for women's groups. She spoke at a ladies' night out supper and I had the pleasure of going and meeting her. She is one of those people that you just can't help but like from the first encounter. I soon found out that her daughter Gene' was passionate about Swaziland. Gene' has spent as much time as God and her parents have allowed her in her relatively short life. This past summer, after Gene' graduated from high school, she went with on an Adventures in Missions trip to Swaziland. Her Passport team ministered at many carepoint during those weeks. One of them, Mangwaneni, is within walking distance from the neighborhood that we hope to live in when we move to Manzini at the end of this year. It is also a carepoint that Betsie, Anna, and I were able to spend time at when we went to Swaziland with Children's HopeChest in 2008. Here's what God showed Gene' at Mangwaneni:




This past week we have been visiting a care point unlike any other carepoint I've ever seen.

It's across from the dump in Manzini.

This part of the city is poverty ridden and basically disgusting.

Since I've been doing ministry over seas, and specifically in Africa, I've seen a good bit of poverty? but nothing quite like this.

These children literally live in filth. They smell like urine, They always have a runny nose And they're covered in dirt.

This would make most people hard to love, but not these kids.

As soon as we show up to the carepoint they are all smiles, they just want to be held and loved.

In many ways this carepoint is gross, you feel like you need to take a shower as soon as you leave?

But these kids are impossible not to love.

Over the past week this carepoint has taught me a lot about myself.

As a human I am born in to the filth that is sin.

Compared to Jesus Christ I am absolutely disgusting.

I am dirty because my flesh seeks sin and will for the rest of my life, but Christ is strong in me.

I am just like these children.

Disgusting, living in the gutter of the ways of this world.

But Jesus Christ loves us anyway.

Even though we're gross.

Not only does he love us anyway, but HE DIED FOR OUR FILTH!

That blows my mind.

Jesus loves me just like I am, a child of the gutter.


Please continue to pray for these children and my team!



To the ends of the earth,
-Gene'

To read more about Gene' and her teams' experiences in Swaziland, visit their blog:    http://swaziland.adventures.org/

Monday, August 05, 2013

THE AFTER-TRIP BLOG POST

I snapped this photo of Patrick during the ride home from Atlanta on Friday. After getting very little sleep since they left Swaziland early Wednesday morning, he finally crashed into a long, deep nap.

The lack of sleep over the last 3 days of traveling finally catches up with him. #roadtriptogetpatrick

Mission trips are hard. You often see things that are too difficult to easily put into words. You leave one way and come back changed yet the people and circumstances you return to are often the same. You went expecting certain things and the reality of the trip is often far different and can leave you struggling to reconcile the two.

After sending four kids off now for numerous mission trips and going on my own, I know that the re-entry to American life can often be harder than the entry into the foreign culture. If the mission trip was in a third world culture or an extremely poor location of a first world, the contrast between what was seen and experienced --- children dying from starvation, overcrowded and dirty hospitals, people living in dumps, grandmothers raising ten or more grandchildren on next to nothing, young girls forced into prostitution, food covered with flies --- and our modern, affluent, American culture can arouse a myriad of emotions. Anger, guilt, depression, cynicism, and grief are all common reactions that mission trip participants deal with upon returning home. They can also struggle with feeling like they should have done more so regrets can mingle with those other emotions to form a sloppy, hard mess.

If you are the friend or family member of someone returning from a mission trip, I encourage you to give them a lot of grace. I also encourage you to give them a lot of space when that's what they need. Spending three or four weeks in an extremely poor and slow-paced culture can make even a trip to Kroger or the local mall way too overwhelming to the senses. Being sent to buy a bag of dog food and finding a whole aisle dedicated to pet supplies (including doggie ice cream in its own fridge), when the mission tripper was just with children who beg just to live, is enough to send them over the edge. And American churches with their color-coordinated toilet tissue, soap dispensers, and cross-stitched pictures, not to mention million-dollar buildings and state-of-the-art sound systems, can make some of them not want to go to church anytime soon. Also, the prospect of all those people asking them to tell about what they saw in two short sentences can just be too much.

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with grocery stores or pretty bathrooms. And people who have just returned from mission trips in general do want to talk about their trips, it is just the intensity of it hitting them all at once.

I've seen some who plunge right back in to their home cultures. They relish that thick, strawberry shake from Sonic and the blasting cold air from their bedroom's window unit. They appreciate the comforts of home like never before and are eager to see every single one of their friends and family members.

But many others need to take it more slowly. I know that when I come back from overseas trips, I almost always go through a period of mourning. To be honest, I don't really want to come back. Sure, I love my family and friends and if I was on a trip apart from my husband and children, I want to see them. But I loved being on the mission field of Thailand or Swaziland so much that it literally hurts to leave. I cried more than Betsie did when we left Thailand and I remember the tears coming when the airline staffer at the Johannesburg airport said "hamba kahle" (go well) upon our departure on one of my last Swaziland trips.

As I said, give them grace. Understand if they need to stay home for a few days and cocoon. Give them some time to rest and recover. Mission trips can also be hard on the body. Listen and ask questions --- "who were you closest to", "what was your hardest struggle", "what was your favorite food", "how do you feel like you've changed" --- but also let them not talk about it when what they need the most is time to just ponder and pray and ponder some more.

Eventually, they'll return to some semblance of normalcy. But just be warned, they may never go back to being exactly like they were before. But that's okay. Good mission trips are just as much about changing the hearts of the missionaries as changing those they are going to minister to. Embrace the positive changes and help them process the difficult things. Understand that for a while, they may not want to step into a big box store or eat any desserts. They might want to donate all their birthday money to a children's feeding ministry. They may cry at every church service. They may spend more time talking and texting to mission trip friends than with back-home friends.

It is all part of the process. You worked to get them there. You supported them through prayers and texts while they were gone. They need those prayers and acts of support just as much now.

I know. I've been there. It isn't easy. But it is necessary.

And they do love you.

They will always love you.

They just need you to understand that there is a nation or a people group or a classroom of children that also has their love now.

It doesn't mean they love you any less.

It just means they are learning to love more but that  learning is a hard and stretching process but one that is a reflection of our Father's heart.

I would love to hear your insights, either that as a tripper or the loved one of a tripper.  And if you've got any questions, I'd be glad to do what I can to help with your situation.

Sunday, August 04, 2013

SUNDAES on SUNDAY

Today, Betsie and I shared another milestone. She attended her "new student" reception hosted by the local Mississippi University for Women alum chapter. I've attended this event in the past, but never as the mother of an incoming freshman.

W-girls, past and present.

Held at Sal & Mookies, the reception featured short speeches by alums and faculty (including the MUW president), yummy icecream, lots of photo taking, prize drawings, a time for questions, and --- the best part of all --- the chance to meet some of Betsie's new classmates and get to know better girls that she already knows through homeschooling or past MUW events. At least two or three of them will be living in the same dorm as Betsie.

Sundaes on Sunday.  A W welcome event. #betsiescollegeexperience

I enjoyed talking to the students, sharing some words of advice and also telling them a little bit about my own years at The W. But the very best of the whole thing was knowing that my girl is about to have her own stories to tell about her years at The W. MUW is truly a unique college and I hope and pray for Betsie that her time there is even better than mine. And that's saying a lot as my time there was truly one of my favorite parts of this life. I learned so much, grew in many ways, and made dear friends who came to be like the sisters I never had. Some of them are still some of my closest friends in the world.

Betsy and Betsie, MUW Class of 2017.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't going to be sad to see Betsie move out next week. I'm sure I'll cry and probably call her every day the first week or two. But I wouldn't have her miss this for anything. As much as my mama heart is going to hurt for her, she's about to live out a dream that she's worked towards for years and I can't wait to see all the wonderful plans the Lord has in store for her.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN

Danielle Alig was in Swaziland this summer with Adventures in Missions just like my son Patrick except she was on a longer trip geared toward college-aged young adults. Her Passport team ministered in many of the same places as the Ambassadors including the Mangwaneni Carepoint. This Manzini Carepoint is located within walking distance of the neighborhood we are looking at living in. I was able to visit there with Children's HopeChest back in 2008. Patrick's team has spent many days there. For all these reasons, I am always particularly interested when I see anything written about it. I found this blog post particularly poignant and Danielle is allowing me to share it here at Graceland.

My heart tends to fight for the underdog and against the big bad bully in nearly every situation. My heart aches for the ones who are picked on or are generally ignored. These feelings also surface not only in caring for the underdog but in disciplining the oppressor (Future Teacher Status).

The "Dump" carepoint in Manzini, is a place in which the Lord has truly showed me his face and his love for the ignored of this world. Upon arriving nearly 7 weeks ago and each Monday that followed, I felt and noticed a continued air of sexuality and inappropriateness over the young children. They were winking at us, giving looks that gave me chills, touching us and each other in inappropriate ways, and saying inappropriate things.

There was one boy in particular that always seemed too attach on to this persona more than all of the others. He was also always hitting and pushing all of the other children. I instantly deemed him "Trouble", and was constantly keeping my distant and reprimanding him when he hit or kicked. I knew who he was and his face stuck with me but for reasons that were not of the Lord.

Two weeks ago, he was up to his usual business, and I felt an exceptional pull to him. I felt the need to pray over the child and ask the Lord to remove the spirits that were surrounding him. I felt the Lord tell me to pray for his protection at home and to give him back his beautiful childlike spirit rather than the one that he currently carried, that was far beyond his years. I left that particular Monday feeling defeated and aching for the children especially this little boy. I do not know what their home lives are like but I do know they are learning and consequently acting out these characteristics somewhere.


This past Monday when we arrived at the carepoint, this same little boy caught my eye and I thought there's trouble. I wonder what he will be up to today; I had better stay clear from him. Little did I know the Lord planned to use this "troubled" child to teach me a major lesson and show me more of His love for me.

I sat down on in the dirt and was instantly bombarded with little boys climbing all over me. There were three in my lap and one that was inconveniently chocking me while climbing on my back. When the children are chocking me I tend to quickly push them off my back, but today for some reason I let them all be. However after about 10 minutes my legs fell terrible asleep, I made the children stand up but kept the one on my back. Little did I know "trouble" was on my back. I sat back down and he was then lying in my lap. He was being good so I let him be. Over the course of the next three hours we became best friends. The day was full of laughter, making funny faces, photos, and videos. The Lord made me fall in love with his beautiful child.

"Trouble" was being a child, a beautiful 5 year-old-boy. He was simply loving on me and I felt a bond forming between us. He wasn't being mean to anyone or doing things that made me shake my head he was just enjoying his afternoon playing with this weird white girl. I could not control my smile and neither could he. It was just the two of us bonding together and finding a little bit of peace in what must be a hard world even for this 5 year old boy.

The Lord truly changed my heart for this boy. He showed me that this little boy is the underdog just as much as the one he sometimes bullies. He needs love just as much as the other children. He is angry or doing the things he is doing because he is lost and doesn't know the meaning of true love.

As I walked away from the carepoint that day with my heart full of love for this child and longing to see him next week, I heard the Lord whisper this is how I felt and feel about YOU. I was the "trouble" child. I was living my life as the bully, and often still do, when I was far from the Lord. I was hurting others both physically and verbally and living my life in constant defense. I was living as far away from the Lord as physically possible. Forcing away any sort of love others were trying to poor into my life. The Lord simply took the time to love me. He made me feel His love and gave me his full attention and saved me from my BAD GIRL self and IS TURNING me into the GOOD GIRL he has designed me to be.

This Lord used me to love this BOY like He loves him as well as to teach me even a bit more about the undeserving LOVE he has for me. I loved this boy for one day and feel in love with him, and was able to see the Lord beautifully through him. I cannot even fathom how the Lord Loves me and has seen me through all the trials and separation I have caused between us. I am feeling more and more like a beautiful daughter simply sitting and cuddling in my Father's lap.




To read more blog posts from Danielle's Passport Team, visit their website: http://swaziland.adventures.org/

Thursday, July 25, 2013

PATRICK'S NEW NAME

We heard more news from Patrick's team in Swaziland today. This message sent from Drew, one of his male teammates, was especially interesting to us as it mentioned our boy by name:

"Wow...God has done so much in us this week, I don't even know where to start. I'll save most of the stories for when I'm home...God is working amazingly! We have been going to care points usually 5 days a week, and we have built different relationships with the kids. Yesterday Christina and I were helping the women at the care point move food, and we found 6 rats in the food storage room. She, Patrick, and I spent over an hour killing all the rats, cause they were getting all in the kids' food. Yesterday evening we also helped by painting a playground at a different care point. Last week we met another missions team called "Hosea's Heart". They run a home for girls at risk for prostitution and abuse...and tonight we are visiting them and the girls there! i am so excited. We also have an opportunity to do a church service of sorts at the Hope House on Monday."

We also heard that they were going to visit the Nazarene Hospital in Manzini.

As Drew said, "Wow...God has done so much". What amazing opportunities the team, including Patrick, is getting to serve and grow and learn.

After hearing about Patrick killing the rats, his brother Travis said he is now "Prat", a combination of Patrick and Rat.

Prat, the rat killer. Prat a warrior for the little ones. Prat, one who is willing to do the hard things, things he wouldn't have ever done here in America, for the sake of ones who can't fight for themselves.

Today, it was rats. In the years to come, I can only imagine the forces my young man will be willing to stand up against for the sake of the call. For the sake of our Lord. For the sake of the least and the lost.
Patrick at the Sandra Lee Centre
January 2012

Saturday, July 13, 2013

EXPLORING MANZINI

Here's a blog post that two of Patrick's Ambassador team mates posted on Thursday from Manzini, Swaziland:


Hi friends! Praise God that He has gotten us safely to Manzini, Swaziland. After 3 days of training camp in Georgia, a crazy long plane ride, and now one day in Swaziland, our team is truly growing into a family. Today we explored Manzini, learning the important places and getting to know the town. We went to a small hospital [Hope House, a hospice] and prayed for the sick people there. Tomorrow we will start our ministry, which will include a LOT of working with children. I look forward to what God is going to do in us these next few weeks. Pray that God would show our team exactly how and where He wants to use us, so that Swazi lives will be changed for His glory!

Drew





Hey all! Everything is swell so far in Manzini! After much traveling, sleeping, and settling in, we're about to start ministry tomorrow. The weather here is very nice. It's winter, so it gets chilly at night, but weather during the day is very pleasant. Our team continues to grow closer through our challenges and blessings, and I'm constantly remembering to appreciate the small things as well as to not take so many things for granted. Today, we tried to find our way around Manzini, and a couple of girls at a local mall [Riverstone Mall] walked with us for a while to help us out. While walking, one of them sang us gospel songs in a beautiful voice. When I asked her if she taught herself how to sing so well, she told me, "I believe it is a blessing." I can feel great things happening in this team, and I know that God will work through us to rock Swaziland!

Heidi

Please keep praying for this amazing group of young people as they follow the dream God placed in their hearts.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

LAST MONTH AND THIS MONTH

Just a few weeks ago, I was driving down this highway in South Africa.


This day, it is Patrick and his team driving down this highway on their way to Swaziland. His team landed on Tuesday in Johannesburg, spent the night at a hotel right near the airport, and then got up early to drive to their final destination, Manzini.

There, they will be staying for 3 weeks serving mainly in various carepoints but also ministering at a hospice, church, and wherever else the Lord leads them. Please pray for them as they settle into their temporary home, continue to get to know their teammates, and get started serving the "least and lost" in my favorite country on the planet.

Monday, July 08, 2013

QUICK MONDAY POST

This week's posts are going to all be pretty short as we're doing a lot of traveling and when we're not traveling, we're doing a lot of either recovery or ministry.

Four of the Swaziland team worship together for the first time as AIM missionaries. #takingpatricktohisaimswazilandtrip

Today, Patrick's team left the AIM base, spent the day at the Atlanta airport, and flew out around 7:00. Next stop, Africa!

Please pray for them as they begin this amazing adventure and all the traveling involved this month ... plane trips, lots of mini-bus rides, and plenty of walking. Miles and miles of walking. Or since it is Swaziland, kilometers.

Friday, July 05, 2013

FRIDAY FAREWELLS



After months of praying, preparation, and planning, Patrick's Swaziland trip is here and we've dropped him off at the Adventures in Mission training base in Gainesville, Georgia.

Patrick, Nick, and their Swaziland team leader Taylor.

Patrick, his friend Nick from our church, team leaders, and a great group of teenagers are now at the start of an amazing, amazing God adventure. I am missing him already but wouldn't want him to miss this for anything!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

UPDATE ON BABY JOSEPH

A few days ago, I shared with my readers the blog post written by my friend Jenifer Peterson about a baby boy in Swaziland who had been found in a toilet pit. I wanted to share Jenifer's update with you and ask you to continue praying for him and all involved. Here's what Jen has to say:

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The response to the blog about baby Joseph was overwhelming, beautiful and amazing! Almost 600 people read the blog from the AIM website alone and with the number of people who have shared it with friends...most likely close to 1000 people know about this amazing little baby boy and are praying for him!! I wanted to give an update so you all know how to pray.

Claire, Jacob and I went to visit Joseph today. He is no longer under the special light as his jaundice has improved. He appeared much more hydrated today. His eyes were wide open and he was responsive to our touch and our voices. All three of us were able to hold him and sing to him and pray for him. He had a wet diaper while we were there...YAY!! He continues to amaze us...

Over the weekend I have been in touch with two different places that are willing to take Joseph. Two wonderful ministries here in Swaziland that are equipped to take in abandoned babies and children. As Joseph's story continues to unfold, however, I am reminded that he is in God's hands, not mine! The nursing staff at the hospital we visited today informed me that Joseph was going to be transferred to a different hospital. They also let me know that the gogo (grandmother) might be taking Joseph home after the police are through with their investigation. It is clear to me that without knowing the language and without a full understanding of this culture, I am ill-equipped in being an advocate for this baby.

In the last couple of days I have received many emails asking me: "How can I adopt him?"

My first reaction is: "Get in line!!" Believe me, if the road to adopting Joseph was clearly marked, our family would be on it!

The truth is, adoption in Swaziland is complicated right now.  As unjust and unfair as it may seem, it just is not an open road right now. I have trusted sources that tell me this issue is being worked out...I pray, pray, pray that those sources are accurate!

However, above all, I am reminded of a few things:

* We are visitors in this culture...there are so many things we don't understand and even though it is easy to assume 'our way' is superior...we must be sensitive to the way this culture handles these matters.

*As much as I (and perhaps, you!) feel responsibility for this baby boy...he was born into a family, into a community, into a system, into a culture that has to now assume responsbility for him.

*I truly had no right in naming this boy...'Joseph' is just the identity I will always attach to him. He may have been named at birth, the nursing staff may have given him a more culturally appropriate name...perhaps he will be given a name by his gogo or some other caregiver...the point is...God knows his name.

*I will do whatever I can do to be a voice for this child, an advocate for his well-being...but I will not do what is not mine to do. I give those things to the Lord. God help me, I will bite my tongue and stomp my own feet numb if need be...but I will surrender to His Authority and trust in His sovereignty...even when it makes no sense to me.

Baby Joseph truly couldn't be in better Hands than that.

To read more about the Peterson's ministry in Swaziland and follow this story, visit Jenifer's blog at  http://ericandjen.myadventures.org/ .

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

BEYOND BEANS AND RICE

For most of us here in America, red beans and rice for supper either means we're eating some food from our roots, especially if you grew up in Louisiana or on the Mississippi Gulf Coast) or it is getting near the end of month and because money is tight, we're eating cheap.

Red beans and rice are one of those foods that are easy to fix, provide a big protein punch, but don't cost a lot of money. Back in the olden days, red beans and rice were the traditional food cooked on wash day in many places, such as New Orleans.

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In places like Swaziland, red beans and rice are all that stand behind starvation for all too many. All across the nation, you'll find kids --- sometimes as young as 1 or 2 years of age --- walking a mile or more to a carepoint for a meal. For many of these young ones, this simple meal of red beans and rice or mealie mush cooked in a big pot over a fire, is the only meal they will get that day. Organizations like Children's HopeChest and Adventures in Missions is doing all they can to feed these precious ones.

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But food, even simple fare like rice and beans, is not free for these ministries. It takes donors to provide the funds to purchase the food that is ever increasing in price while the economy continues to struggle in ways that make our American recession look like a prosperous boom.

To raise money to buy food for children at Bheveni Carepoint in Swaziland, I'm auctioning off a beautiful, handcrafted, pewter "red beans and rice" necklace.

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The red beads, silver bean shaped beads, and fresh water pearls plus the charms of a bell pepper, garlic head, onion, bottle of hot sauce, celery, sausage links, and hot pepper, along with a clasp comprised of a wash board and laundry pin all come together to make a delicous recipe of an accesory.

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This piece, handcrafted by pewter artisan Maurice Milleur of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, originally sold for $65 at the Mississippi Craftsmen Guild gift shop. I am auctioning it off starting at $20.

When you wear this piece, you'll be wearing a piece of Southern culture, but you'll also wear it knowing that some beautiful children in Swaziland are being fed today, in part, because of your winning contribution. Don't want it for yourself? I bet you've got someone in your life who would love this meaningful piece of jewelry.

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To enter the drawing, leave a comment with your name, contact information, and the amount of your bid. The bidding will end Sunday, August 26 at 10:00 pm.

And if you can't bid but want to help, please share this link with others through your blog or facebook. The more that know about it, the better chance of raising lots of rice and beans money for my Bheveni babies.

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P.S. Thanks to my mama for donating this piece. She's such a faithful supporter of missions. I love and appreciate her so much!

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

REALLY WANNA READ IT

One of my favorite bloggers, Jeff Goins, has written a brand new book --- his first --- that I'm really looking forward to reading.


Jeff lives with his Mrs. and their baby boy in the Nashville area. I had the chance to first get to know Jeff when he came down to our church a few years back and spent the weekend teaching our youth and leaders about serving the least and the lost. It was during Jeff's time here, that we first served at We Will Go. Jeff is on staff with Adventures in Missions and spends a lot of his time encouraging people to live beyond the ordinary, to allow God to wreck their lives for His glory and the good of them and the ones He wants them to serve.

Jeff's book is described this way at his website:

"Wrecked is a book about the life we’re afraid to live — one full of radical sacrifice and selfless service. It’s a look at how we discover fulfillment in the least likely of places.

This is a guide to growing up and learning to live in the tension between the next adventure and our daily commitments.

We all need to be wrecked, to allow the pain of a broken world to slam into our comfortable lives—and let it change us. But that’s just the beginning.

Wrecked is a journey of unbecoming, covering the stories of people whose lives have been turned upside-down in the best way possible—and what they decided to do afterwards.

Jeff Goins leads the charge, sharing the experiences of missionaries, storytellers, and entrepreneurs whose lives have been beautifully ruined by a larger purpose."

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Just reading the description gets me fired up!  Because believe me, I have often felt like the book's cover tortoise more than once over the last few years.

Visit his website for more details, and listen, if you sign up at his blog for updates, he'll actually send you the first fifth of the book for free. That should help hold you over til you can actually get your hands on it. 'Cause believe me, as someone who knows Jeff personally and has been reading his writings for over four years now, you're gonna want this book.

Monday, June 04, 2012

FILLS MY HEART WITH JOY

Anna has now been at training camp since Friday. We're already missing her and we've been eager to hear how things were going. We were able to piece together that she was having a positive experience just from some very brief text messages. But then today,I found a bunch of photos that Adventures in Missions uploaded to facebook and then she and her teammates started posting their reactions to training camp on their team blog and this mama's heart was filled to overflowing with joy.

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I mean, what mama with any ounce of maternal love in her being wouldn't smile from seeing her daughter laughing so freely with her teammates? But then, to read what she had to say? Well, let's just say that as a follower of Jesus, I can't think of a post that could be make me more satisfied. As though we didn't have enough confirmation already that she's exactly where God wants her to be, this just shows us one of the reasons why.

Here's what Anna wrote:

"You should know that I love the extreme. If I see a river I want to swim in it. If I see a fast car I want to race it. I love living in the moment and jumping headlong into things.

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But I was in no way ready to fully realize how extreme God wants to be with me before this trip started.

Despite being a Christian for all my life, I had never fully surrendered to Him. I had never just opened myself and told God that He was free to come in and do whatever the heck He wanted in me. Whatever He wanted to do with me. And I finally said that at camp this week. For the first time in my life I stepped back and just gave in to Him. It's terrifying, it's like walking down the stairs in the dark. You know something will be there to stop your foot and keep you from tumbling down, but your heart still leaps into your throat and your stomach still catches as you step out. That's what it was like for me to submit total control to God. And it was awesome. We fly out tomorrow with a final destination of Entebbe, Uganda. And I'm so ready.

Watch out Africa. Here we come."

To read more about Anna's Expedition Team and the things that God is doing, go to their blog: http://expedition.adventures.org/

Friday, June 01, 2012

LET THE GAMES BEGIN

The training games, that is. Every year, Adventures in Missions plans team building activities such as dance challenges, silly games, and obstacle courses as well as deeply spiritual times that include worship, sharing timelines, and learning to pray for each other.

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I just received word via one of Anna's teammates that she, Megan, Sophia, and all the others have safely arrived at beautiful Taccoa Falls where their training camp will take place this year. Please pray for them as they start this often difficult but rewarding process of becoming a unified team, one that God can use in amazing ways to change them and help change the lives they'll be touching this summer.

To read more about what's going on with Anna's team this summer both at training camp and in Africa, visit their blog:  http://expedition.adventures.org/

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

THREE YEARS AGO

Nearly three years ago, Anna was leaving for her first Adventures in Missions trip.

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As we said our goodbyes, her daddy took time to pray a blessing over her. Today, we'll once again say our goodbyes as she heads on yet another AIM trip, another one to Africa.

Please pray for safe travel as the first leg of her journey begins.

Please pray for us as we all say goodbye.

We were excited about what God was going to do in her life three years ago but it was still hard, in some ways, to say goodbye.

It is the same this year. We anticipate the Lord doing amazing things in and through her and her Expedition team. But we also know we're going to miss her like crazy. This will be the longest she'll be gone from us with this trip last two months. And I think it will be even harder because we know that as soon as she gets home, she'll be packing back up and moving away for college.

So very bittersweet.

We're so proud of her and love her so much. And that means we're also going to hurt when she's no longer with us.

Thank you for your continued prayers and support,
Elysa

Thursday, May 03, 2012

TRYING TO TRUST

When God told Anna He wanted her to go to Kenya, Uganda, and Tanzania to minister this summer, part of what He told her was that He wanted her to trust Him to bring in the money she would need.

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Today, my daughter Anna posted on facebook that she is supposed to have the last of her support money in by May 10. That means in about a week, she needs to have $2,000 donated toward her African mission trip.

Two thousand.

Yeah.

It is a lot.

And to be honest, none of us see where it is going to come from at this point. She's received nearly $3,000 already and we have been trying to sell the travel trailer we own. Had we sold it at our starting price, she would have had all the money that she needed. But issues have come up with that and now it looks like we can't count on that as a source of financial provision.

All I can say right now is that when it comes in, it will truly be a work of God. I know that in God's economy, $3,000 ain't nothing. To us, it seems like a whole, whole lot. 

So now we pray and trust and ask Him to help us not get stressed out. He truly owns the cattle on a thousand hills...and the money my girl needs to go love and serve in Africa this summer.

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If you'd like to be part of God's provision, you can make a donation via the Adventures in Missions website:

 http://www.adventures.org/give/donate.asp?giveto=partFund

Select "Passport" then type in "Anna MacLellan". The prompts will lead you the rest of the way.

If you'd like to mail in a check, here is that information:

Adventures In Missions
P. O. Box 534470
Atlanta, GA 30353-4470 

Just make sure you put on the check that it is for Anna MacLellan - Expedition.
Thanks so much!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY

I've shared before the exciting news about my daughter's upcoming trip to Africa. You've heard my side of the story, now here's her side of the story:

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Dear Friends and Family:

If you haven’t heard yet, the Lord has told me to go back to Africa this summer. You may think, “What?!? Anna was just in Africa in January. Why is she going back so soon?” I know that the Lord told me to, and He told me even though I wasn’t asking (more on that below). Would you please pray for me? Please pray for the Lord to provide for me to go (I need to raise $5,475 by May 18th), to protect me before, during and after the trip (physically, emotionally and spiritually) and to prepare me for this trip so that His kingdom will be spread through me and in me. If the Lord puts it on your heart to give, or someone asks you how to give, please send donations to Adventures In Missions (more information follows at the end of this letter). Now, why am I going on this mission trip and what will I be doing?

Maybe you're surprised, maybe you're not. I know I was very surprised (to put it mildly). I'd heard about this trip last year, mentioned as a "would you be interested in..?" by an Adventures in Missions staffer that I know. However, knowing that I'd already be going to Swaziland with my family, I said, “no” and didn’t give it a second thought. Then, right after New Year's I found out that one of my best friends had signed up for this Expeditions trip and she jokingly asked me to come along. I said, “no” again and laughed it off. But about a month later, when my mom and aunt asked about the trip, I finally figured that maybe the Lord was saying something to me and decided to consider it.

So what will happen on this trip? Basically, I will be backpacking with a team as well as using other methods of travel to get from place to place in eastern Africa. Specifically Uganda, Kenya and Tanzania, around Lake Victoria. To be honest, I can't give a lot of details about what we'll be doing because there aren't alot of details. I do know we'll be staying at some homesteads with locals, ministering at the hospitals, helping at churches, etc. I'm holding out for working at a refugee camp, especially when I found out that Kenya has the world's largest camp, with more than 450,000 people. This is what Adventures In Missions has to say about the trip:

"Pack lightly! Your expedition will take you through Uganda, Tanzania, and Kenya as you share the love of Christ with those you meet along the way. Be prepared for a life of simple living, since the goal of this trip is total immersion into the way of African life.
You will eat what they eat.
You will live in their villages.
You will walk with them.

You’ll be sent out like the disciples were. Jesus told them to travel light and to heal the sick, preach that the kingdom is near, and to cast out demons. This might happen as you play with children, or visit a hospital, or meet the neighbors and pray for them. You may be called upon to lead worship services, devotionals and small group meetings; preach; teach, and disciple youth. You’ll evangelize to large groups and at an individual level."

I was still really hesitant about signing up, especially because this trip is going to cost $5,475 on paper, but in reality probably closer to $6,000 or more, but at my mom's urging I did think about it and prayed about it, totally expecting to hear nothing and that be the end of it. But, of course, that wasn't how it happened. I had my iTunes music library on shuffle, and every single song that played was along the lines of, "I will waste my life" "I will go" "Come away oh my soul" and the like, which when there's more than 5,000 songs in your library, is kind of remarkable. So I turned off my music and just silently prayed for wisdom, and it started to seem like the only possible thing I could do with my summer was "waste" it on another missions trip to Africa. Every Bible verse I read just served to enforce what I was feeling, that I was supposed to go on this trip. I told God (since I really felt like he was saying "go" but when I kind of wanted him to be saying "no") that whether I went or not would have to depend on my dad. Whatever he said was the final word.

Ironically enough for me, my usually opinionated and decisive father told me he "didn't feel anything about it one way or another, so I'd have to pray about it myself and ask God for a specific confirmation. A walk on water type moment." Which really wasn't what I wanted to hear at all, but since I'd already promised that I would abide by whatever my dad said, I agreed to do just that.

I went up to my room, wrote down in my journal the verse where Peter asks Jesus to tell him if he should walk on water or not, paraphrased it to fit my needs, and promptly was distracted by the television. The next day I started my morning devotions with a purpose, which was not to jinx or fix in any way what I might hear from God by reading anything that might pertain to missions. I have a friend who sends me daily Bible verses that are usually rather random so if I have nothing better, I'll read the chapter those are found in, to try and get some context. The verse she sent me that day was from John 4, and after seeing that the majority of the chapter deals with Jesus meeting the Samaritan woman at the well, I decided to read that, fully confident it had nothing to do with missions or anything of the kind. Instead, what I found was this: "Then Jesus replied, 'My nourishment comes from doing the will of God...Wake up and look around. The fields are already ripe for harvest. The harvesters are paid good wages and the fruit they harvest is people, brought to eternal life. What joy awaits both...'" and everything just followed suit after that.

The long and short of it was I know that I know that I know that I'm supposed to be on this trip. It's probably going to be the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. Just spending two months with people I don't know will be worse than pulling teeth to me. But this is what I'm supposed to be doing with my summer.

As I mentioned earlier, this trip is not cheap. And I've already missed the mark to turn in fifty percent of the money. Please let me know if you’ll be praying for me as that is so important. Also, if the Lord puts it on your heart to give towards this mission here is the address and website where you can give (don't forget to put my name in):

Adventures In Missions
P. O. Box 534470
Atlanta, GA 30353-4470

...or go to www.adventures.org. Select "Passport" then type in "Anna MacLellan". The prompts will lead you the rest of the way.

Thank you all so much,
Anna MacLellan


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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

SWAZILAND PRAYER REQUESTS

There are specific things going on in Swaziland right now that really need to be prayed about. Would you join me in taking these matters to the Father?

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First off, our missionary friend Dudley Donaldson has pneumonia. Would you please pray for him to receive rest and healing? He especially asks for prayers because he is scheduled to start a new round of Bible classes this Saturday for Zionist pastors and church leaders.

Second, please pray for the VanderWal family. They serve in Swaziland as medical missionaries. Echo is due to deliver their new baby in less than 24 hours. Please pray for the expectant mama and precious baby daughter during this time of waiting, labor, and delivery.

Third, please pray for a tragic situation. A father was walking his young daughter to a school and carepoint that is located across from the Manzini dump when a car hit him, the little girl, and the baby he was carrying. The father and little girl were killed. The baby was injured, admitted into the local hospital's ICU, but later released. Please pray for those grieving in Swaziland right now. This is a carepoint that Adventures in Missions and Children's HopeChest is involved with. I've personally spent time there as have both of my teenaged daughters and many of our friends. The little girl's mother had to be admitted into the hospital for a while after learning the news but she is home now with the released baby and that baby's twin. An entire family, community, and network of short-term missionaries around the world are hurting right now. Please pray for them and pray that somehow, good will come out of this horrific situation.

Thank you.

Friday, March 23, 2012

HUNGER GAMES...FACT OR FICTION?

In honor of the opening day of the HUNGER GAMES movie, I am re-posting a piece I wrote last year after reading the book:

A year or so ago, moms of the homeschool board that I frequent started posting about a new book they were reading, HUNGER GAMES by Suzanne Collins. I checked it out from the library but it was due back before I got to it and so back it went. Time went by and my oldest daugther Anna decided to read it. She checked it out and was quickly hooked. Loving it, she was frantic to read the sequels and have me, her dad, and her two oldest siblings read it so she'd have someone to discuss it with.

Her dad and brother both tore through it and her sister Betsie and I are reading it as quickly as we can, not wanting to take too long to see how the main character, Katniss, fares in the Hunger Games. In this post-apocalyptic world, a nation has emerged with a minority that rules and has plenty of food, medical care, expensive clothing, modern technology, time for entertainment, and iron-clad security. But the majority live in outlying areas where they labor long, rarely have enough to eat, live a style that is much more primitive, have very limited educational and vocational choices, and die all too easily. In these oppressed districts, people often go to extreme and dangerous ends to gain food illegally. Katniss is one of these people. After her father dies, she is forced to become a provider and hunt for her family. She daily faces death by going into forbidden areas to gather wild, edible plants; berries; and roots; as well as hunt animals for precious and rare meat that can be traded and sold in the black market of their society.

One way that the ruling minority keeps the districts under their control and at the same time provides "reality tv" entertainment is through the Hunger Games. Two representatives, always between the ages of 12 and 19, from each district are picked to fight in a prolonged fight to the death. Names are randomly selected on a "Reaping Day" and those eligible adolescents who are particularly hungry and desperate, can have their names entered extra times in the drawing in return for more food rations for their famiies. After a period of training and preparation, the contestants are placed in a expansive area for the actual competition. In the spacious arena that can include bodies of water, deserts, forests, rocks, hills, and meadows, the 24 participants must use both their survival skills and their fighting skills to stay alive. If they are the one, remaining competitor at the end of the challenge, their district and their family will be rewarded, in part, by receiving even more food as well as other perks.


There is a real life nation that sadly parallels this fictitious one in a few ways: Swaziland.




Swaziland does not have a Hunger Games competition nor does it have outlying districts that are oppressed by a central capital. But like the country in HUNGER GAMES, there is a minority of people who are financially secure and a majority of people who are struggling, sometimes simply to survive. Drive through the streets of the two main cities or some of the smaller towns and you will see signs of prosperity...beautiful homes, hair salons, fitness gyms, fashion boutiques, and plenty of food visible in the grocery store windows. But look around and you'll also see signs of extreme poverty. You'll see the squatter's village and homesteads comprised of battered huts and shacks, the children wearing raggedy clothes, and the stray dogs that are skin stretched over bones.




And spend time there talking to people and hear the stories.

Stories of...

...adolescent and elementary aged girls selling their bodies for enough food for one meal.

...old women who have survived off of water and wild greens for two or three weeks.

...children as young as 2 and 3 years old walking 45 minutes to an hour just to get their one meal of the day at a carepoint.

...fathers and mothers who leave their children alone day after day and night after night, sometimes for weeks at a time, so they can work at the only job they can find in a city hours away from home.

...scores of children standing on street corners, by bus stops, and near shop doors begging for a few coins.

...entire neighborhoods dependent on what they can dig out of the city dump's trash heaps to eat, and what they can't eat, to sell for money to buy more food.

...gangs of youth raised without a father and desperate for food and money who have resorted to robbery.

...elderly, arthritic grandmothers hoeing up the dry, rocky soil for hours on end in an attempt to grow a few ears of corn in a land hammered by drought.

...parents having to chose between feeding their children or seeking medical care for their children because unemployment rates are skyrocketing and there just isn't enough money to cover both the needs.

Too many people, including way too many children, are in desperate situations. Like the contestants in HUNGER GAMES, some will die of malnutrition and starvation before they will resort to acts that go against their principles. Others will resort to doing whatever it takes to get food, even if it means participating in dishonesty, theft, prostitution, and even murder.

In HUNGER GAMES, the competitors can gain sponsors to provide assistance for them during their competition. A particularly popular contestant might have water or medicine delivered to them at especially crucial times. These interventions by the sponsors make all the difference for the contestants. Sometimes, these interventions mean life, at least for a while, triumphs over death.

In Swaziland, there are thousands of children who can gain sponsors to provide for them during this desperate trial. This is no fictitious game. This is harsh reality. We can't close the book and it quits existing. Whether we want to think about it or not, thousands and thousands and thousands of children will not have enough food to eat today. They and their care providers will be faced with difficult decisions as they struggle to just live.

We have decisions to make, too. Are we going to step in and make sure that they have the food, water, and medical care needed at this especially crucial time? The intervention of organizations such as CHILDREN'S HOPECHEST and ADVENTURES IN MISSIONS make all the difference for the children they minister to. Sometimes, these interventions mean life, at least for a while, triumphs over death.



I realize that I am one person and can't feed every child in the world. I can't pay for every child to be educated or receive the medical care they need. But I can sponsor one or two. I can make a difference for them. And if others sponsor one or two or three, before we know it, a generation of children can be saved in Swaziland. A generation of children can grow up having to make the only kind of choices that children should have to make.

This isn't a game. It isn't a fictitious story. This is reality. Now let's write the ending together.

For more information on sponsoring a child, like 7 year old Simpiwe who lives with 7 siblings, visit Danielle Brower's website at:

http://moms4change.net/sponsor-an-orphan/