Participant Blogs

A few days ago our team went to the Simon Bolivar Park in Santa Marta, expectant to see God move through our dramas and Fred's testimony. Near to the end of the Broken drama a young girl walked past us and turned back to see what is going on. As she sat down our eyes met for a few seconds and God being so excited with her being there, as if saying "Yes, yes, she's here !!!" Man, God was going to do something big... After our program I immediately felt compelled to go to her and not long afterwards...

It is a rainy Sunday in Guatemala today...out of the quietness inside of me I feel this strange urge to write a blog! So with my cup of tea and blanket, I am starting to write something about something that I haven't thought through at all...it's a new thing for me!  But truth is, that is what this whole journey with God has been like for me, up to this point at least! Out of everything, I could not figure anything out beforehand or plan it into detail, I cannot control it or understand it, and in some cases I...

While turning through the treasure chest pages of the valuable Word of God, God's journal, something switched a light on in my heart... The Author of this book never spent more than a few sentences to describe the places that the characters walked, the things they've seen. He didn't think it necessary to explain how the garden of Eden looked and what the view from king Solomon's palace was. We never read about the colours, smells and sounds of the market place in Babel or the dusty streets of Emmaus, the inside of a big fish! How did it feel...

This blog is a bit different from the other “recent posts”, I know… but this morning I woke up with a heart that just wants to overflow unto my laptop buttons! Who am I, and where am I? I’m an ex-Global Challenger from last year that is sitting in my hometown, in an on-campus residence room, studying, like everyone else around me! I am a girl that tasted the life of a crazy backpacker living out Jesus to strangers all over South- and Central-America, that came back to the normal life of a university student. So that’s me, but here’s...

Our Luke 10 journey in Ecuador...where do I start? What do I say? You see, I feel like I’m a five year old, standing in front of a wall sized puzzle, trying to chose one single piece to describe. It is like having the menus of Mac Donald’s , KFC, Burger King, Subway and Cinnabon in front of you and you have to decide on one favourite meal! So, with that said, please understand that there is so much more to this testimony than I could ever try and blog about…because this is about God! I mean the Limitless, All-knowing,...

Finifugal used to simply be one of those pretty words that sounded cool if one of my english friends used it in a sentence. Little did I know that this word, that sounded like some or other Asian dish in one of Eastbound's stories, would gain meaning and reveal one of my hearts greatest fears. It is used to describe a person who fears endings, who tries to avoid the final moments of a story, relationship or some memorable journey. Someone who runs from goodbyes and prolong the ending of a good book. I used to be a finifugal traveler....

Yesterday I wrote the blog about the story of a 20~year old girl and how she gave her life to Christ... handing her ashes to Him and having the faith that He might change it into something worth living for...something beautiful.     Well, her story doesn't end there...that is only the beginning!    That night, after the park encounter, John and Amanda Howard, our host missionary family, opened their hearts and house to this girl. Because, like I wrote in the previous blog, this beautiful girl had no contact with her family, her parents changed their numbers and therefore...

I have no idea what on earth I expected, but I never even considered that language would be such a big gap to bridge when it comes to ministering in South America! Well, being a Vrystaatse farm girl, that considers English as a forreign language, you can just imagine what went through my mind as we stepped off the airplane in São Paulo, Brazil... Never mind English , everything was in Portugese !!! And I mean EVERYTHING and everyone! The stop signs, ATM's, soda names, stop signs, custom ladies, exit signs, DVD's, television programs....oooh and I can go on...! But...

As Tarzan swings through the rain forest, he lets go of his swinging vine. He is being launched through the air, pushed forward by the momentum he gained in the swing, until he hits the ground... In the same way, our team hit Brazil – running! For our first week abroad, we were hosted by various families of a congregation in Sao Paulo. We were split up into smaller groups, where each person had a very spesific purpose and ministry. Some groups were there to encourage, while others prayed for an entire community. We served at youth services and at...

19:46,  24 April 2013   Today was our third day in Bogota, Colombia. As I'm sitting here, looking back at this day, Max is playing songs on her guitar...voicing all my heart is trying to say: . We went to a market in the center of the city, hopping on public busses and looking like real tourists, I enjoyed that a lot. Man, the market...even as I think back on that I can feel a little girl jumping up and down inside of me, soaking in all the colours. Oranges , purples , greens , blues , reds , pinks...