“Karibu sana! Mzuri?!” , is the welcome-phrase in every Swahili home. And this phrase is valid across every Swahili culture; The Maasai, Arab-Swahili, native Swahili and even the mzungus (white men) staying in Swahili culture… Our time with the Du Plooy family is one to remember as God-ordained. Father planned this meeting, not only seeing that our immediate need of a western house is met, but also seeing what this meeting would cause for future partnerships. What a haven in Nairobi! Despite ructions and tensions in the Maasai community we visited, we were welcomed into a Maasai traditional home. We...
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In the beginning of the year I had a stirring in my heart to wash the feet of the orphans in Uganda and give them new shoes... This is not just a physical need of the orphans being met, but also a prophetic act to release something new in the spirit to them. Washing the feet is washing away all the hurt, trauma and pollution that the kingdom of darkness had put on them. Then, the clothing them with new shoes, is clothing them with Holy Spirit in their spiritual authority of belonging to Father God's family and the inheritance...
Welcome, you're welcome and what's up? Come eat my irish, my pocho (or pap) . Add some sweet banana , jackfruit and smile, but don't hold your breath, this might take a while... Take a boda-boda , yeah, catch my ride; Even if it breaks down, at least I tried. Don't mind the stray goat or cow . They'll know we're coming, somehow... "Mzungu, how are you?" is the most common phrase. But don't expect them to come running with tea trays. But take all this with a pinch of salt and say: "Hakuna Matata!" "That's 'lekker' , like...
From the moment we were welcomed by white smiles in dark faces, letters on the doors of our new place we will call home for three weeks and a cooked meal which took lots of effort, we knew that our time in Cameroon will be special… We have just entered the land of hospitality and fruitfulness. An exhortation nation. Besides that fact that we ate pineapples and bananas until we thought we’ve hit the fruit basket in Africa, our ministry time, plowing and digging and planting we did into Arsene and Nadesh’s church (Revival for all Nations), already yielded much...
So I'll summarize our 2-day journey as follows: On our "comment/notes"-tab on the Excel spreadsheet of this country, I'll write "Not Recommended." Full stop. Not recommended travelling through (especially!), not recommended going to (definately not!) en not recommended climbing into a taxi with the local taxi driver (eish...). All right, so there is something I'll recommend for this country: I recommend that you pray for it! Our journey consisted of an on-going 36hours through 3 different countries. We travelled in a short-seated minibus, over a river on a glorified canoe, 9 people in a 6-seater Peugot, Then 20 hours with...
So Niger is really, really, really hot... It's like you are permanently in an oven, enclosed and overwhelmed by the heat... or so it felt! Well noramal day temperatures was a dry 38-43 degrees celcius in the shade. And it's not even the peak temperatures for the season. At night we sleep outside and pray that there would be no clouds... because the clouds do not contribute in bringing relief in the greenhouse effect over the country. Eish! That was the closest to desert-temperatures I ever got in my entire life! And there's people who loves that... Amidst the heat...
So out we go on our Luke 10 with 4 clues in our pocket for the treasure hunt: route62, Kareedouw, school, turqois. Me and Wayne end up hitch-hiking our way to our destination, totally dependant on Jesus en Holy Spirit's guidance . With much favor, we arrive at the little town, chatting to the lady in die quick shop. She directs us to the school in town "which needs Jesus." As we walked out of the door, a grey-haired man walks up to us. "Where are you from? What are you ding here? Do you have a place to sleep?"...
I am a chosen princess, ready to reign in beauty, honour, glory and integrity. I’m captivated, loved and adored by the King of kings and in love with Him. I am hidden in Him. I will not sit in and agree with the circle of mockers. I will stand up in God’s righteousness, not my own, and I will agree with God and have peace. I confidently speak, pray and minister truth, through worship and reverence for the Lover of my soul. I love the lost and encourage the feeble. I work diligently, delegate diligently and birth new beginnings passionately....