Heavenly Father
You always amaze me
Let your kingdom come
In my world and in my life
You give me the food I need
To live through the day
And forgive me as I forgive
The people that wronged me
Lead me far from temptation
Deliver me from the evil one

I look out the window
The birds are composing
Not a note is out of tune
Or out of place
I look at the meadow
And stare at the flowers
Better dressed than any girl
On her wedding day

So why do I worry?
Why do I freak out?
God knows what I need
You know what I need

Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong

The kingdom of the heavens
Is now advancing
Invade my heart
Invade this broken town
The kingdom of the heavens
Is buried treasure
Will you sell yourself
To buy the one you've found?

Two things you told me
That you are strong
And you love me
Yes, you love me

Our God in heaven
Hallowed be
Thy name above all names
Your kingdom come
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us today our daily bread
Forgive us wicked sinners
Lead us far away from our vices

       before you were born I set you apart;

It is my human nature to want to see results, to feel accomplished.  But when Jesus left this earth is left it hated.  He had to trust that The Father had used His time here.  Granted He's Jesus...but still.  The clinic is a lot of just being.  Just being with the workers. Just being with the patients.  Just being available to help.  Working there has helped me to learn the balance between just being, and pursuing something you know God has for you.  A balance of both is crucial in ministry and in any kind of relationships.  This week in the clinic I worked the front desk with the patients, talked with the patients and workers, swept and mopped, cleaned bathrooms, prayed with a guy for his foot and weighed pregnant women to help Sister Thelma with her work load. 

 

I cannot do anything.  God can do anything. How cool :D

 

 

Proverbs 4:14-16

 

 How many times since I accepted Christ have I slept without sharing the love of Christ with someone?!?  Are the wicked pursuing wickedness more than the righteous pursuing righteousness?

Hello all!  Today I just want to write a blog showing some pictures of where I work and tells some of the stories that go along with the place that has won my heart.  Ladies and Gents, this is the Pellsrus Clinic...

 

This is the tea/break room.  It is in this room that the Lord has opened many doors to get to know the workers and volenteers.  Tears, laughter, dancing, and tea are all memories that I will forever affiliate with this room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This my friends is the waiting room.  This area is generaly packed from wall to wall with patients waiting to see one of the 3 over worked nurses.  I have met many people in this area.  Sometimes they talked with me, other times we sat in awkward silence, but at least they weren't waiting alone. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh this room!! Haha!! This is one of the rooms where the nurses see patients.  In this room I learned how to give shots in bum.  The Lord has given many opprotunities to learn new things.  The nurses work so hard in these rooms and I have leared so much from them. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the so called "emergency room" but as you can tell it is very small and not a lot equipped to handle some of the emergencies it has seen.  Children have been born in the room, people have died in this room, wounds have been bandaged.  I will never forget praying with a womans family as they sat with their mother as she slipped into acoma.  You can feel the heaviness when you walk into this room, we pray life over it.

 This room has a very special place in my heart.  This is the TB waiting area.  It was in this area that God put a woman in my path that was in great need of prayer.  She is a believer but as we spoke she shared with me that she was feeling bound by things in her life and is was at the table on the right that she was set free!  When we were done praying she said  "God sent you here to meet me".  There has been healing, maybe not physical healing but an eternal healing amen!

 

Well that's a bit about the clinic, I hope that gives you all a little bit more of an idea of what God is doing here.  I have a prayer request also if you don't mind...I have a friend Maurice here, he is a car guard, we pass him everyday going to the clinic and coming back and we have become very good friends with him.  (I would go as far to say he has become my best south african friend here)  He is crazy and has a crazy love for the Lord to match.  Anyway he is sick with cancer and will be going into have some lazer surgery in about a month.  If you could just pray that he would keep his hopes high and keep his eyes fixed on the Lord through all of this.  We trust that the Lord is going to do a great work in his life through this.  If you could just remember him in your prayers I would greatly appriciate it and I know he would as well.

 

I miss you all tons and you are all in my prayers :)  God bless!

"My sacrifice, O God is a
broken spirit;
a broken and contrite

This is a random advertisement in Africa.  "Yebo" means yes and "gogo" is what they call grandmas here.  So I decided that when I'm a grandma I want to be Gogo Bobo! Anyway that's my story :)

This is the team that God put together for J-Bay this semester we are 10 strong with 2 fearless learders!!  We are and all girl team and we're pumped to see what God is going to do with that.  Anyway I just wanted to let everyone know a bit about the team

 

Lord, give me the heart of a
whore.
The faith and trust of a
child.
Dependent and expectant of You
alone.
Let my body be just that, a
body.
A body to go where you send
always.
My spirit I like to think is willing...
but.
My flesh I think is what's holding me back...
but. 
How hard am I really trying?!?
Do I live in the day that is here
now?
A whore washed your feet
God.
Gave everything she had, all her precious perfume.
Along with ratty tainted hair
Washed YOUR feet.
I deserve nothing you 
give.
No place in Heaven, no spot in Your 
heart.
Yet still You let me serve you.
Allowing me to love the best I can.
Letting me wash Your feet.
With my knotted dirty hair.
Lord, give me the heart of a
whore.
The faith and trust of a
child.
As a child knows that it will be provided for.
With an imagination full of
faith.
Untainted trust with no reason to not
believe. 
A devotion and dependence on
You.
Lord, give me the heart of a whore.

 

 

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

And she walked the length of her days

This is a pictures of a real sign posted outside of a restaurantaunt here in town.  I took it.  I am blogging about this only to show that injustice is very real, and is something to be raged against.  I know some of the street kids that this sign references and I happen to think they are good boys who deserve a chance.  God had created us ALL and His son has died for us ALL.  Not just the rich not just the neat or well mannered, the poor and the messy and those of us who may be a bit more difficult to handle.  He has given all of us a chance and no one has any right to take that away from anyone.  It is not my place or the place of the people who made this signs place to define what "productive useful citizen" even is.  Rather than not giving the poor food or money, and rather than giving them food or money think to talk to them.  Give of our time and of our spirits, as God fills us let us pour back on people.  Learn their stories and about their lives, their needs and then pray about how we can meet those needs.  It is easy to throw bread and money at people.  I am learning to throw my heart and soul. 

 

"Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread."  ~Proverbs 30:8

"What therefore is the task of the preacher(or the church) today?

Shall I answer: "Faith, hope and love?"

That sounds beautiful.

But I would say- Courage.

No, that is not challenging enough to be the whole truth.

Our task is recklessness.

For what we Christians lack is not psychology or literature,

we lack a holy rage.

The recklessness that comes from the knowledge of God and humanity.

The ability to rage when justice lies prostrate on the streets...

and when the lie rages against the ravaging of God's earth,

and the destruction of God's world.

To rage when little children must die of hunger,

when the tables of the rich are sagging with food.

To rage at the senselessness of killing so many,

and against the madness of militaries.

To rage at the lie that calls the threat of death and the strategy of destruction- Peace.

To rage against complacency.

To restlessly seek recklessness that will challenge and seek to change human history until it conforms with the norms of the Kingdom of God.

And remember the signs of the church have always been-  

the Lion, the Lamb, the Dove, and the Fish... but never the chameleon.