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When i look back at Jordan it might seem dry and sad and full of heart break, but when i look back at Jordan with Jesus in it i see fulness, lessons learned and hope.  Yes, Jordan did break my heart. Listening to stories about families losing families. Children and their hopeless futures, having so much to offer yet so little opportunity. Love lost and no love found.  One of my dear friends said the following: “it’s not what they’re going through or in what situation they find themselves, but that they’re going through it without Jesus.”  When i take...

As your heart of stone is broken, a heart of flesh appears. When you find yourself in a senseless rivalry, your heart feels assaulted. You are bombarded with questions that cause you to second guess yourself and your motives.  You wonder , is there something wrong with me? Why am I here? How did this happen? Where are you God?  And all I received from God was silence.    In Jordan Jesus showed me He speaks in different ways. I really struggled to hear His voice and through that He spoke to me through people , looking at things and...

A few days to leave the beautiful South Africa I can summarize my experience in a single word: "Amazing!!!" I carry in my heart a vision, a model and many teachings to apply in Peru and in South America. The vision applies to form leaders who serve and influence all areas of society (political, economic, social and spiritual). These leaders are formed at a young age from the school (preschool) seeking to enhance the capacities that are being developed at home with the help of their parents. They will continue to be trained through missionary training. They will make a...

Israel - the promised land. The country full of history, hiking and hummus. The country of quality time with Jesus. Whereas Jordan and most other countries are mostly about the ministry although you learn a lot from it too, God gave Israel as a country just for me and Him together.   Contrasting to Jordan, the spiritual atmosphere in Israel was so light! It felt like we could breath again and walk around as girls without feeling threatened. You create this expectation that because we are now in the promised land, Jesus would just feel so much more tangible. I...

So when you're traveling and don’t have a planned destination or any idea of how you're gonna get there, the best thing to do is just wing it! That’s what we did in the middle east, hitchhiking  from one place to another and sleeping in abandoned buildings and weird beaches, asking soldiers for water and eating rice with way to much salt and then with way to little salt. We were eating too much chocolates and bread (that we got from nuns) and just generally getting to know each other more, building relationship together chatting about life and living the...

During our time in Jordan, I was asking God lots of questions.    “God, do you see the people dying? Do you see their scars? Why aren’t you stopping this? What is my point here if I can’t stop this?”   The worst part is not the suffering. The worst part is the suffering without knowing God. That people are experiencing loss without knowing God. Its not just here. All over the world, people are living without knowing God. People are dying without knowing God, people are “happy” without knowing God. People are living the high life, without knowing God....

I want to taste more of what is true and live like I got nothing to prove , you are the heart beating right here in my chest , the air I breathe not anything less.    something changed , something is different , but it’s beautiful and Jesus is the center of this.  This something is my life. My life is different , my life changed the moment Jesus took every single part of my life. From now on I live for Him and only Him!  I can’t do anything without God.    After a month in Africa I...

Vyf hemde, ‘n bybel, toiletpapier Wat maak jy hier?   Lê jou kop neer waar die vliegtuig opstyg Probeer drie bakke pap en rys in ryg   In Narok moet jy ry soos jy lus kry Maak vas jou tas op die dak  Maar later sal dit af sak   Middernag hardloop deur die modder oor die veld Agterna die bus wat die dood net-net mis Geen tyd vir wonder, net herhalende bid Here help ons uit die pit   Reën elke uur van elke dag Sopnat slaapsak na die kampvuur lag   Mense in komberse met tyres vir skoene...

Barefoot In Kenya   I wrote a poem about Africa. Unfortunately for some and fortunately for others, it is in Afrikaans. I did consider translating the poem but it just wouldn’t be the same. So I’ll put it in the next seperate blog post if you want to read it. I’ll post it right after this one.   There is much to say about a lot of things. I like to think think think and sometimes I sink in my think, but when I let the Holy Spirit breathe into my thoughts it feels like I’m floating on my back...

Every once in a while, actually quite often I am brought to a halt, a complete standstill in awe of our Creator and of His creation. A cold night sleeping on the airport, He is there! Midnight running through mud in Kenya, a bucket shower for two to share, Selenge the eland is around somewhere but He is everywhere. Important to remember, but so easy to forget our Father is good and He always remains fair. I used to think that the only way to learn is when a teacher is standing in front of a blackboard, but now I...