Author: Adventures

I Am Not Enough.

I am not enough for Africa. I am not enough for Mozambique. I am not enough for Maputo. And that’s alright, because I don’t have to be. Because Jesus Christ is enough.   This is something that God is in the long process of teaching me, and it really hit me today. Brittany and I had been playing with two sweet little girls in our ministry contact’s yard. We were playing with Britt’s guitar and the soccer and as I was watching them play, I noticed that their clothes were falling apart at the seams. The older girl, who is probably about 6, had a couple hang nails...

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The Ugliest Word I Know

Ugly. Today I sat with three little girls who must have said that word at least twenty times. I never realized how much I despise the mere existence of that word until today. Four letters that have taken a painful blow on the self esteems of countless little girls. As I sat on the play ground with three beautiful young Swazi girls, my heart broke every time that word slipped out of their little mouths. They ranged from the ages of ten to fourteen and had come to the care point for a meal of beans and porridge after a long day at school. As they twisted our hair in their little fingers and...

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Theres a Man here who wears a skirt…

Salamao was in the third grade and only 15 years old when became an alcoholic. He dropped out of school to work and support his addiction, only to get fired soon after from stealing and drinking on the job. Two pastors took him in to try and help him get on his feet. He stole from both of them, sold all of their stuff, and even burned down one of their houses. He sold all of his mothers furniture and borrowed from friends. He went after women for comfort. He had realized the turmoil alcohol created in his life. He quit once or twice, and relapsed multiple times. After years of a constant...

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Oranges and Community

I was eating an orange outside in Mozambique, while two little girls were playing around me and I felt like I should give them some. I handed one little girl a piece and she immediately walked over to her friend and motioned for me to give her a piece, because if she got a piece and her friend didn’t that just wouldn’t be fair. This little girl who has nothing to call her own, and who probably doesn’t get fed well, made sure that before she enjoyed her orange, her friend had some too. I’ve learned a lot of things while in Africa- I’ve seen and experienced so...

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I’m not coming home

I am Ally White I once lacked confidence in the girl I saw myself as. I now rest firmly in the fact that I am a powerful woman of God, a daughter of the most high King. I once was blinded by the works of the Holy Spirit in my spiritual life. I now am constantly being filled by the Holy Spirit to proclaim the truth of Jesus Christ. I once was timid, never knowing where I was being led. I am now a roaring lion, who’s confidence is from The Lord. I once held onto my life with everything I had. I now left my old life and have fully surrendered my future to the Almighty. I once was shy in...

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Stop and Smell the Roses

It is a cliché saying, overstated and spoken at wrong times. But peering past its commonality, it carries great wait.   I learned this a few weeks back when we were in the inner city of Maputo, Mozambique. It’s a city full of broken and cracked concrete, permeating smells of bodily fluids, broken beer bottles and musty markets. I regret to say, as we traveled I succumbed to the circumstances around me. I let them define me and my attitude. I trotted through most of the day with a sour face on, thinking of the nice tidy places back at home where I use to meet up with...

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