Pemba
We are here. I couldnt write it all here cos I am so so tired but I need to at least bullet point, I need to remember and record.
Beautiful scenery, so much travelling, beautiful beautiful town and place and KIDS OMW. GEorge, kids praying, singing, playing. Living in the village/orphanage compound, lorraine is here, had dinner at the beach hotel with the america group from south carolina *breathe*
I wanna write it all, write how one of the kids sat on my lap and started singing and praising with her friend and got overwhelmed with God, crying in the Spirit, twice in fact and on the second both girls (aged 10 or younger?) eyes closed, hands lifted heavenwards, said 'nosotros' (US to join in with them) so we did, we all prayed together in the tongues of heaven. Church s tmoroow. I could write pages and pages and pages about everything from today but tiredness overcomes me and the words just arent there. I fear whatever I write, unless you are reading this having been to Pemba yourself, these words will be lost on you.
But I know one thing...here is home. God is here, so here is home. Praise Jesus. Amen x
*shakes head* surely its not possible, surely the kids cant...surely their too young or they r imitatting something they have seen or something....die cynicism. There is no place for you here. I cannot reason away what hapened today, it is not possible to do. Ther werent imitating, it just wansnt possible. They were in theirFathers arms, I saw them. Pure and simple.
Pure
Simple.
We are here. I couldnt write it all here cos I am so so tired but I need to at least bullet point, I need to remember and record.
Beautiful scenery, so much travelling, beautiful beautiful town and place and KIDS OMW. GEorge, kids praying, singing, playing. Living in the village/orphanage compound, lorraine is here, had dinner at the beach hotel with the america group from south carolina *breathe*
I wanna write it all, write how one of the kids sat on my lap and started singing and praising with her friend and got overwhelmed with God, crying in the Spirit, twice in fact and on the second both girls (aged 10 or younger?) eyes closed, hands lifted heavenwards, said 'nosotros' (US to join in with them) so we did, we all prayed together in the tongues of heaven. Church s tmoroow. I could write pages and pages and pages about everything from today but tiredness overcomes me and the words just arent there. I fear whatever I write, unless you are reading this having been to Pemba yourself, these words will be lost on you.
But I know one thing...here is home. God is here, so here is home. Praise Jesus. Amen x
*shakes head* surely its not possible, surely the kids cant...surely their too young or they r imitatting something they have seen or something....die cynicism. There is no place for you here. I cannot reason away what hapened today, it is not possible to do. Ther werent imitating, it just wansnt possible. They were in theirFathers arms, I saw them. Pure and simple.
Pure
Simple.
posted by Claire at 1:00 AM
1 Comments:
Yeah, Mozambique has a way of 'changing' you. I have been in Maputo twice, and of course, in Pemba once. Changed me forever for this life. I am now currently in Bible school, getting an unshakable foundation for teaching people when I head back to the field. Good times.
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