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Wreckage and Restoration

While I try not to smother people with Africa and Jesus and too much of this or too much of that, my heart is just threatening to burst with each of these things. With Africa, with Jesus, with too many wars and too many children without a pair of shoes on their feet. I can’t beat around the bush or paint it pretty anymore. 

I thought, and somewhat hoped that I’d spend my couple weeks in Africa and that would be it, I’d get my fix and move on. But the Lord began breaking my heart for Africa more than I anticipated. 

Not just an, “Oh, I feel bad. Glad I have a roof over my head, but I’ve got too much on my plate right now.” kind of hurt.

He wrecked me. Pouring into me, He turned my world completely upside down, and suddenly I wanted to walk barefoot and skip a meal and do my laundry in buckets in my backyard. To me, it didn’t seem like there was any other way. I wanted to be covered in dirt like them, to run and jump and tickle, hoping they’d forget the reality of what they were living in. And that’s what we did together, the children and I. We wallowed in dirt, we tossed a bag full of rocks back and forth, we chased each other. That to me was the realization that, “Wow, I really am a child of God.” 

At night it got freezing. You think of Africa, and you think of the Sahara and a hot sun. Well, I do anyway. No place in South Africa has heat, not the poorest nor the richest. I froze, chilled to the bone, in layers upon layers of clothing, while hundreds of thousands of people froze in a ripped t-shirt and shorts, outside. And yet there were moments where I selfishly thought, why am I here? No heat, little to no hot water, ect. I really started to second guess myself, and quickly found myself wondering what I had gotten myself into. Sara, you are crazy. Why would you love a place like this so much? 2 Corinthians 5:13 says, “If it seems we are crazy, it is to bring glory to God.” And while I struggle for an answer for myself, that’s the only one I need. It didn’t take long for Him to reveal that baby wipe baths and too-early-alarms are a small price to pay, and I better just get comfortable with being uncomfortable. 

I was leaving a woman’s shack to hurry back to the bus due to lack of time when these three young girls met us in the street. They wanted to hear the Good News, and I thank the Lord they found us in that busy place. Each one was eager to hear about the Gospel, and asked us to share. Wouldn’t you know, by the grace of God, there were three of us. One for each girl. I pulled one of them aside, and we sat down where we were at. I had 10 minutes. I could feel the doubt in me creeping up, I thought for sure I’d lose this one to time. God I thought. I struggle to share the Gospel in an hour, how on earth can I do it in ten minutes? 

I did it in seven, and another soul found Jesus. My, what the Holy Spirit can do. To add to the celebration, so did two more. I can’t wait to see my sisters in Heaven, AIDS free, when the Kingdom calls us.

Let me tell you about Ibo, because too often we forget that we serve a God of miracles. Ibo is a three year old in Diepsloot. He suffered from a birth defect caused by fetal alcohol syndrome, leaving his eyes seeing in opposite directions. Through the power of prayer, The Lord healed this young boy, leaving him giggling and running in circles as he saw straight for the very first time. Praising God that Ibo is just ONE of many healings. Such a big miracle in such a small boy. 

Ibo, with once crossed eyes, found healing in the Father.

Ibo, with once crossed eyes, found healing in the Father.

I didn’t get my fix. I’m crazy, but it’s for the Lord. Miracles still happen. The lost are found. An extra hand to hold only makes for a greater walk. Love is greater. Mercy never ceases. There’s wreckage, and there’s restoration. These things I have learned, and these things I will carry with me until my last day.

 

My life for the Gospel.

 

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Onlooking kids as we gathered at Impact Africa’s school, Impact Kids.

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One for One. When you purchase a pair of TOMS, TOMS gives a pair to a child in need.

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Kids wait for us by the bus, hoping to hold a hand as we pass through.

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Kids wait for us by the bus, hoping to hold a hand as we pass through.

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These are the shacks that people either lived in and/or worked out of.

 

 

 

 

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Heaven or Hell

As I listened to Give Me Your Eyes by Brandon Heath earlier, it really hit me that literally every person on this earth is going somewhere after this life. I’ve always known this, but it really smacked me in the face today. Every person I’ve ever come across, my mom, my dad, my friends, my friend’s mom and dad, my doctor, my teachers, the crossing guards, everyone you see on t.v., ect. Many of those celebrities have it all, but if they don’t have Christ, what do they really have? They have all these worldly things, but nothing waiting for them after this life other than a pit of fire. We think we have the rest of our lives to go out and witness, but we aren’t even promised a tomorrow. We hear that so much, but if you think about it, and really let that sink in, you realize we don’t have much time at all. 7 billion people, all going to Heaven or Hell. We have to reach them as soon as we get an opportunity to, because they aren’t promised a tomorrow either. It’s time to get out of our comfortable shells and go out of our comfort zone to lead someone to Jesus. Nothing in this life will matter if it isn’t about loving God and the people He has made. Not now, or ever.  It’s pretty awesome to know theres a Kingdom waiting for us all. It’s even greater to know theres a God waiting to welcome us, and pour out His love as we enter. We don’t want people to miss out on that, it’s hard to wrap my mind around people burning in Hell for an eternity because someone didn’t make sure they heard the gospel. If someone doesn’t choose Jesus, then we pray for them. That is our duty, we’re called for this. We must be His hands and feet. We have to love, we have to give, we have to witness. I pray today that we can each lead our communities, our states, our countries, our world, to Christ. That we can all convince people of His love and mercy. I pray that people realize the power of the cross, and choose to accept Jesus as their savior.

 

Thank you, God bless you. Be a witness.

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What We’re Here For

Just for a moment, forget my age. Forget my religion. Forget my race, the country I come from. Forget what I’ve done in the past, and forget what you’ve done as well.

Just last night I prayed that God would speak to me, and I prayed I’d have the courage to really stand up and be all I’m called to be. I didn’t care how He did it, I prayed that He’d do whatever it took to get to me. I asked that when He spoke to me, I was sure of what He was telling me. I was at a stand still, where I wasn’t really sure what I was doing here on earth. To be honest, all I had prayed lately was that God would just help me pass time. Pass time? What was I thinking? How do I know that I even have a tomorrow?

I was in the car tonight, and all of a sudden, I just had this wave come over me. I began thinking of what was going on in the world, and how many brave people there are. I thought of Jesus, and how He died on that cross for each of us. I thought of people that die everyday in countries where serving God is illegal. And then, I thought of myself. I realized I can no longer be lukewarm, I’m either in this war, or I’m not. And this “war”, between God and Satan, has already been won. I can continue to fight for God and continue leading His people to Him, or I can stand here in this broken world and do what makes me most comfortable. I can be a flame, or I can be a fire.

I sat there with this over whelming feeling to move. God was telling me I can’t be okay with this broken society, and my purpose here is to stand up for Jesus, and for the cross, and for all the people that need Christ in their lives. I thought, “But what will my family think of me now? If I ‘move’, what will everyone think?” And God just gave me peace. He’s telling me, “So what? Is it worth someone else spending an eternity in Hell for? Is you getting judged worth another person not knowing Jesus?” He spoke to me like I asked Him to, and He gave me the courage to really move.

We pray so often that God will bring change to the world, and that He’ll do something. But He did. He brought you and I, and everybody else, to bring change, and to make a difference. Maybe that sounds cliché, but I’m telling you, He’s counting on us as well. Don’t let someone look down on you because of your age. You can be ten, you can be eighty, but you can impact somebody, somewhere. 1 Tim 4:12 tells us, “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith, and in purity.” If not now, then when? God is going to do something big. I don’t know what, and I don’t know at what time that will be. But, I know for sure that He’s telling me to share it with you guys. I don’t ever ask this, but please share this, reblog it, tweet it, Facebook it, text the link to a friend, whatever you can do to share it. I know God can use this in someone else’s life as well. This is your chance to be that change I mentioned, God needs another mover.

I know now, I’m on this never ending journey to reach every soul I can.

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My Story of Healing

So many people have shared their stories of healing with me lately. Here is mine:

When I was about 10, I had a blinking problem. I would squeeze my eyes shut and blink really hard, like a nervous tick. I couldn’t control it, and I didn’t know what caused it. I was aware I was doing it, but if I tried to resist it, my eyes stung. It didn’t bother me too awfully bad, but it distracted others. People would ask why I blinked the way I did all the time. I saw a doctor, and he said he thought I’d out grow it. Because I was only ten, and not as close with God as I am now, I never would have thought to pray about it. 

After about two years of the odd twitching, my mom decided to pray over me. I’ll never forget the moment, it really left a mark on me. It was a Wednesday, and the two of us were on our way in town, I had piano practice. She reached over and put her hand on my face and prayed that God would just heal me. She told Satan he could no longer have that kind of a hold on me, because we were praying all of this in Jesus name, and if God was for us, nothing could stand against us. Satan fled, I was healed, and to this day, I’ve never blinked the same way again. I’ve learned that there is power in the name of Jesus. Praise our awesome God.