I apologize for my lack of updates, but I have been journaling almost every night and would love to share some entries. Being at service sites has been so amazing and I already feel very attached to the community. My time there seemed to be long, but I am now realizing that it is a bit limited. It has been a wonderful experience so far and I cannot wait to continue the relationships!
Day 1- March 15
Today was the first day of service sites, and it was truly amazing. I started off my day by going to four home visits with Grace, Alex, Steven, Jess and Adrian. The first home we went to was Debra's. She had a large wound on her backside. Grace, A;ex, Steve and I could not contribute much with the wound so we sat out on her couch watching isiZulu soap operas. I felt kind of useless as we sat there and the nurses took care of everything, but after they were done we were able to go and pray for her. The next home we went to we just simply prayed over her. She was a young woman with AIDs. She also had two young boys. When we asked her what she needed prayer for, her request was that she is able to stay strong for her two boys. It made me think about the things I pray for, and compared to her prayer requests they seem incomparable. She had so much trust in the Lord, it was unbelievable. As I stood in her small two bedroom home, I realized her strength and trust in the Lord and I know if I were there, in her place, I may not be as trusting. I thought back to my home and how blessed I am, yet I cannot seem to trust the way she does, everyday. The last home we went to was even smaller. We walked into find a woman holding a small 2 month old baby. The nurses took the woman's blood pressure, blood sugar, and listened to her lungs. When they told her that everything was in good condition, she was overjoyed, just by the results of those simple tests. She then pursued to ask the nurses to test her 2 year old baby for HIV. The nurses did not have the equipment, but I think all of us realized that baby had a very good chance of being HIV positive. This small child, only at 2 months, has a long road ahead of her. The woman then asked to test her teenage daughter for AIDs. The nurses can't do that without a lab, but it meant that this woman's other daughter was already HIV positive. It was so crazy to me. Here I am blessed to be healthy and these two girls without a choice were born into a life of a lot of struggles ahead. When we asked the woman what she wanted prayer for she imply said "For people to not be afraid of me and for my community to understand the seriousness of HIV and AIDs". When the nurses did her blood sugar and pricked her finger I will admit the sight of that blood scared me. It was crazy to know that this serious disease was right in front of me! So we stood, joining hands with her and prayed this prayer and I saw that nothing should separate me from the rest of God's people no matter who they are.
After home visits my group joined Dan, Yui, and Anna at the Creche (daycare center). We were welcomed by 3-5 year old Zulu children. They are adorable. Precious. Sweet (and a little sassy). I was totally in my element, and even though I am the one loving on them, they show way more love in return with each smile! There was one small girl, red dress, shaven head and ears pierced, that I fell in love with. She was the most joyful child I have ever met. Constantly singing in the cutest high voice. I would just hold her and she would sing and smile at me, touching my face. If anything. it was in her that I truly saw Christ's love. That little voice will forever be stuck in my head, "My Jesus died for me, my Jesus died just for me!". She knew no English, but she knew that song, as well as it's context. The rest of the kids were a hoot! I have never seen that much energy before... ever! They really didn't understand anything we said, so chaotic is one way to describe the Creche. There was one woman looking after these 40 small children and her reign on them was pretty tight, but as soon as she left the story changed. We played outside with them, running, singing, climbing, anything and everything! Nap time was also a favorite of the day. Us girls, Anna, Grace, Yui and I took the 15 girls into, while Alex, Dan and Steve took the 15 boys to the nap room. We were instructed to lay with them and make sure they napped and that's exactly what we did, nap! A few were hyper, but with the simple back scratch they were asleep. I sat for a while watching them all sleep on the foam pads laid across the floor, and just prayed. I got to pray over each and every one of those little girls. Soon enough I fell asleep too with them there on the floor. After a while I heard the door open and Alex looking in. I noticed the noise from the boy's nap room, crept up and went to the boys. They were typical boys running around, doing handstands and acting like... boys. We gently took a boy on each arm, laid them down and began scratching their backs. I am proud to say within 15 minutes all of the boys were knocked out. It truly proved that the affection of touch spoke wonders to these little boys. As they were sleeping, I began to look around and just wanted to cry. It was no place for children to lay and take naps, it smelled, yet every child looked so innocent and peaceful. I didn't understand and still don't know how they can live like this. It broke my heart to think about how unacceptable this would be in the States, yet here it's so normal. I wanted to book a plane ticket for everyone of them back to the US with me. But they are such joyful kids that I have to remember it may not look the way it does to me.
The last half of the day was at the Drop In Center (DIC) with older children. It's like an after school program that provides a meal and activities. These older ones are much more guarded around us, so those relationships will be a goal to work on.
All in all my eyes were glued open today by all that I saw. The happy and sad. I am also so thankful to have my team of 13; Alex, Enoch, Dan, Steven, Kenny, Yui, Yvette, Grace, Anna, Emily, Hayley and Michelle. I cannot wait to see the friendships that will form out of Riv Life. each day I have to remind myself how blessed I am, today I saw it even more.
Day 2- March 16
Service sites continue to blow me away. As soon as I left the Creche yesterday I was already missing all of those adorable faces. I crave being around them and holding Nojabulo as she smiles and sings. I have such joy when I see them, yet every time I look at their surroundings it breaks my heart. It is filthy. The Creche is nicer than their homes, but still is in poor condition. There are ants everywhere, dirt and pee from the kids. Today there was one girl who was burning up with a fever and I felt so bad for her. It was so difficult to comfort her, and we had no First Aid kit in sight. That really angered me. What does it take for a child in Africa to be as valuable as a child in the States? Why does one get a beautiful, easy life while the other suffers trial after trail? Why are their clothes dirty? Why do none of them have shoes? Why do the little ones walk around the dirty street along, peeing on themselves? It kills me to see God's children in this position. It is not supposed to be this way and I wish there was something I could do.
It's hard to face those sights everyday,but God has simply called me there to love! As little as it does for m anger about the situation, I know it speaks wonders to them. I need patience and acceptance. I need to remember I am here to show that Christ's love is enough.
Nojabulo






