Through my Eyes

Last year, Maranatha Workshops were held in each of our communities across Africa. In it's literal translation, Maranatha means “Come Lord Jesus Come.” That is exactly what took place. God came and He did what He needed to do in the lives of the care workers. The key leaders of Hands came to realize that in order to help heal the wounds of the children and eventually the primary care givers, we had to help heal the wounds of the Care Workers first. The Care Workers can’t properly love and care for the children, if they are still dealing with the inner wounds that they had as a child and still endure now. The reason being is that these Care Workers were once the children that they are now caring for. What the Care Workers want is to love the children and be able to play with them and properly care for them, but that is inhibited by the lack of healing and restoration that has taken place in their own lives due to the trauma that they have experienced as a child or even as an adult.


In the past month and a half, I have been doing a mix of different things, ranging from going out into community as a part of the RST and as well spending the majority of the week in the office as a part of the communications team.  One of the main things that the communications team had been busy with was the International Office Celebrations, that took place in the middle of May.  It was amazing to get to be apart of that and hear all about what is happening in the International Offices and to hear their struggles, and challenges, but also the exciting news as well. Aside from that I am still on the communications team, which I absolutely love, and on the RST one day a week. The RST (Regional Support Team which supports the Service Centre who supports the community) Days often vary. Some weeks I am out in community and other days I am in the office helping out in whatever way that I can.  I recently had the privilege of going back to Sthobela, Oshoek to visit my community s

I realize that I haven't posted anything for over a month and for that I apologize. The reason, if I'm allowed to give one, is that I haven't been sure what to post. As I was thinking I decided that I would share something that I has been challenged with lately and that I had the opportunity to share at one of our weekly meetings last week.  
Last week, Tuesday, I had the privilege of sharing at Ladies Prayer. Ladies Prayer is a time where the ladies come together to share the things that have been on our hearts lately and a time to pray together and bring those things to the foot of the cross. There is a typically one lady that facilitates each week. Anyways, I had the chance to share with the group something that had been on my heart for the last few weeks. I shared about the Art of Surrender. I'm going to share a brief excerpt of what I shared below: 
 Surrendering is so hard. Every time that I think that I've surrendered my struggles to God, they some