Swaziland is a place where artists should come to be inspired. It is a place of unrivaled beauty. Hillsides fall in to one another. Unnamed colors chase the sun as it sets below the horizon each night. Millions of stars crowd the heavens each night. People dream about places like this. Swazi is unlike any country I’ve been to before. While yes, this country boasts of a naturally beauty divinely inspired, I think that our Creator instilled something in the Swazi people far richer and far deeper than words could express....

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...

              Our team sat, eating our dinner at KFC in downtown Maputo. We all talked and laughed away, enjoying our free day. Sitting outside were a bunch of street kids peering through the window; they wanted our food. We had been told not to give money or food away because it could hurt more than help the needy here. The attendant chased them off the property and slung some colorful Portuguese words around. These kids were loud and rambunctious, troublemakers most likely. I noticed one with crossed-eyes looking utterly...

Millions of children live in extreme poverty.   Naked. Hungry. Homeless. She lives in a tiny shack no bigger than an average bedroom with her mother and seven siblings. Her Father died a few years ago and her Mum is unemployed. This precious little girl eats one meal a day at the care point. That is it. She has worn the same clothes everyday for the past 3 days, and yet she is so beautiful.   When is it okay to spend $100 on a pair of shoes when so many children have none?Why do we show off our latest phones, cars and clothes like they even matter?   I’m guilty of this...

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...

I have entered into a life where taking a shower is a treat. Where my tent is absolutely infested by fleas. Where bread and butter is the new normal. Where my feet haven’t been clean in 3 weeks. Where African music blasts all night long by the neighbors next door. Where the power goes out more times than not in a week. I have entered into a life where I have been constantly showered by God’s grace. Where I yearn for God to infest my heart. Where the Bread of Life fills me daily. Where I am being the feet of Jesus, reaching the nations. Where we worship Our Father all night...