Saturday, July 15, 2017
I refuse to be angry and I refuse to be afraid.
Last week I was angry, as you may have sensed in my blog. Our house had vandalized, my computer stolen and trust broken. Thank you all for your emails, calls and messages of support. I apologize that I have not responded to many of you, but alas, I have no laptop. A new one is arriving with my friend David on Monday and then I will start to catch up on two weeks of work.
These past two weeks have been a real journey in our faith. Neither Ian nor I are fearful people. Heck, we moved to Africa, right? We have never been afraid in Africa, we have felt safe and protected in the tiny Kingdom of Swaziland, but after our home was vandalized things changed.
After the break in we wouldn’t leave the house without closing the gates and turning on the electric fencing. We started to hide electronic devices after every use, and our nights became restless, filled with dreams of snakes, polar bears and cars sinking in deep lakes.
Fear is not of the Lord, and each day we would spend time in prayer and in the Word rebuking the fear that had come over us, but we are human, and it lingered. And we were angry.
I don’t like feeling angry and I really don’t like feeling afraid. Those are two of the absolutely worst emotions for me personally, but we prayed, and prayed and prayed. I am not sure what happened late last week, but my anger went away, I chose to forgive the thieves who violated our space and it seemed that by releasing my anger, fear was taken away.
In the midst of this emotional and spiritual battle we had three little boys come to live at Project Canaan. All of them arrived severely malnourished. Little Jesse is 1-year-old, little Barry is 11-months-old and little Jonathan will be 2-years-old on July 27th. All three are developmentally delayed, but Jonathan, who arrived yesterday, is in the worst shape.
Jonathan weights 6.5 kg/14 pounds (and yes, he is almost 2-years-old). He is skin and bones, has a weeping ear infection, a fever, HIV/AIDS related bumps/lumps and skin lesions. His hemoglobin is 4.9 and his teeth are rotten and disintegrating.
As I reflect back on my last two weeks, I can’t help but give thanks that I have the privilege of being here in Swaziland and to be chosen to drive and pick up each of these little boys. I have the privilege to pray over them, cry over them, care for them and love them back to life. I also have the privilege to care for and love the Aunties and Uncles who do the heavy lifting each and every day.
Fear and anger are not welcome in my life. I have been freed, and for that I am eternally grateful.
Living aboard is hard at the best of times, but as I often say, living in Africa is not for sissies.
Live from Swaziland … driving to Johannesburg to pick up Chloe from the airport!!!