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Dear Warriors, Knights and fellow Citizens Just the other night I was crying to the Lord about some things and responsibilities that simply seemed to weigh to heavy. While I was pondering on this I had a picture in my mind of myself with a big and heavy sword in my hands, standing in a thrown room. The thought came to mind that I chose this sword myself, and now I’m so tired of carrying it, nevermind trying to fight with it. I realised that God has a unique sword fitting for me. He created me and He’s the one...

  NIGER I took a picture of you today a moment captured in time you gave me a glimpse of your soul a second to feel your heartbeat When I look at this picture I will remember you, Niger: By the look in the eyes of a boy sitting on a cart drawn by a bull the strained muscles of an elderly man carrying eighty litres of water in Guidiguir the warm bodies of innocent and neglected children fighting for a place next to me in Dogo the awe and attention of hundreds watching the Jesus film out of the dark corners...

The African silence crept back into my heartand made its home in me today: Peace and rest and waiting Speaking in different languages braiding hair, eating fruit and sharing stories 'n Child sleeping silently on my lap A slowly-bumping vehicle, Rolling out mats in the shade of a tree Being together, speaking and laughing without words This is the Africa that I know. And the fellowship of the Spirit Now, the heat is becoming more bearable and the longing melts away And in this I get to know Youand the heartbeat of Africa Thank You that You came to do...

 Yip, it's been quite a long road from Morocco, through Mauritania, down to Senegal!! And even though we didn't do it with 4by4's we made it, alive and well by public transport!  God has been so faithful to us... Here's some pics...   This was our view MOST of the time... We had a coffee break once ... GREAT, cheap, Mauritanian coffee!!!   The ferry from Rosso, Mauritania, to Rosso, Senegal - crazy Africa!!! YEAH!!   Did I mention something about public transport??? This is it - ALHAMDOULAHI - Praise God...  

  This will be my bed, my room, my home for the next few months - you thought your flat was small?! After a hectic shopping spree to take all that is needed for a year - and needs to fit into a 60 litre backpack - I was on my way to JBay... 5 Weeks of training and some CRAZEEE experiences later, and I'm a richer person. All that is left of this time is pictures, memories, stories that will be told and a changed heart... We had some great teachers with us, Uncle Floyd and Retief shared some...

   All the people push at once, everyone demanding something else, a cheaper bus, to carry your luggage at a certain price of course, pushing and screaming in French... I'm at the bus station in St Louis, Senegal, and in the midst of the crowds I look down into two big eyes and a small hand asking... begging... begging for money, begging for food, begging for a mom and dad, for shelter, begging for love, begging for a chance to be a child again... The boy in his big blue shirt - or did it only seem big because his body...

 Work-out in the garden! in Marrakesh!! Kabouters in Fes...                           And any shape, size or age of teapot you prefer                                                      Coulors, smells and sounds in the market of Tiznit!!!  I LOOOVE MOROCCO!!! 

We're staying in a quaint little town called Dahab at the Red Sea with small little restaurants all along the coastline. I's a touristy town with Egyptians bargaining for best prizes everywhere... "Welcome to Egypt!" rings in your ears every day and wtih that the sound of an Imam screaming towards heaven 5 times a day - the cry of Egyptian's hearts. In the longing of their eyes they cry out for love and forgiveness and most of all hope. Who will tell them of a living God that IS love? Who will be the messenger of hope? I had...

  Looking over the incredibly green hills just outside of Fes in Morocco, I found myself sitting on the ground in the back yard of a Moroccan family. We were enjoying some Mint tea and waiting for Sunday lunch that was being prepared. Just two days before, we walked down a road, into a village with Emily who navigated a bit. We decided to go into a little village and were welcomed by ‘n local family who didn't know any of us. After about 10 minutes we were warmly invited to a traditional Sunday lunch. So here we were at...