Wow, another country has come to an end. As we’re heading to Eswatini, I’m on the bus reflecting on everything the Lord has done in South Africa. A piece of my heart was definitely left behind saying goodbye to everyone, but South Africa was so different. It truly changed my heart. Jesus, you changed my heart.
Since I was a little girl, I always wanted to go to Africa, and that dream never changed as I grew up. The first time I stepped off the plane in Africa, I noticed something different right away. People are so happy here. The joy they have is something so unique compared to back in America. God truly showed me how much He desires me. He knows every single thing about me—He knows the number of hairs on my head, my thoughts before I even think them, and the plans He has for me.
Since I was young, I dreamed of being in a different country, telling people about the gospel. He knew that at 20 years old, I would be across the world witnessing people getting saved, baptized, and seeing a blind man get healed. I’ve experienced worship nights across the world, prayed for an angry man on a random street in South Africa, and saw the move of Jesus bring tears to his eyes. I’ve held Bible studies in Guatemala with a woman who only knew one story from the Bible and didn’t even have her own Bible. During one random worship night in South Africa, in a tiny home, people prophesied over me, and Jesus knew in that moment I would have a changed heart.
Looking at the stars in South Africa, with an 8-hour time difference from back home, I realize these are the same stars my family sees. Being among the nations, He has shown me that His name is so evident, just as it is back in America. His name is literally so powerful. My God, the Creator of the universe, is so big and powerful.
That same God pursues me, loves me, cares for me, and knows me. As we’re driving to Swazi, I’m so ready to see what the Lord has planned for K-squad. I love you, Jesus. Amen.
