Turkey , Macedonia , Kosovo and 4 days in Malaysia. What a wonderful time! Having the opportunity to serve in love and strength, filling afflicted hearts with a peace that does not come from you . But wait there , comes from Him , He has filled me . What insane! Going to a place where you are uncertain of what will roll at the same time come to a place where you also do not know WHAT will roll but knows that his Father is in control of everything. We saw from the turkish beauty to the conflict between...
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At the end of 2014 I quit my job as a Physio, said goodbye to my comfortable life in Sea Point and decided to pack my backpack and join Global Challenge in travelling the world to make known to the nations what Jesus has done for us and to share His love. I believe God places a desire in your heart for the reason to bring Him glory and that He gives you talents, interests and passion for that same reason. What a privilege to be part of a group of 16 like minded young people forming the Hidden World...
Flight. Midnight. Arrive. Panama. Airport. Sleep. Morning. Adventure. Taxi. Gamboa. Church. Pastor. Carmelita. Canal. Boats. Coffee. Breakfast. Explore. Shower. Outside. Mangoes. Jungle. Tourists. Boat. Canal. Island. Monkeys. Bananas. Locals. Indians. Village. Native. Dance. Sing. Pray. Chief. Heat. Pray. Coke. Armadillos. Conversations. Worship. Prison. Confinement. Solitary. General. Testimony. Pray. Causeway. Pray. Pictures. Search. Treasures. Pray. Pizza. Malls. Busses. Confusion. Running. YWAM. Move. Hotel. Start. New. Change. Season. Food. Cookies. Bed. Mattress. Debrief. Heart. Relaxed. Bus. Airport. Coffee. Shopping. Goodbyes.
This is a done deal!! Jesus is in me and I am in Him. This is who I am!! I am everything God said me to be. I don't need to search for it, I don't need to do something to get it. He already gave it all to me with the cross. All I need to do is release it! Release God in me trough His Holy Spirit.
What is home? Because for some reason or another I am not quite that sure. Is it the place I sleep at with my team,(which is usually a church, someones home or currently a Firefighter station?) Is it where my parents live in Johannesburg where I am showered with love? Is it Potchefstroom where I studied for the past four years? Is it Namibia where I was born? Is it Cape Town where I grew up? None of those feel like home... I don't fit into this world anymore. I don't know what to do with this realization. I can't...
I glance around to locate the source of the relentless voices overwhelming my thoughts. Incoherent noise that fill my ears, seem to be a natural expression of my fears, that no longer are contained by dreaming at night as the monsters of slumber now cloud my sight. Overwhelmed by my senses I seek isolation for just a few moments of quick contemplation but there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide if the problem is not external but comes from inside. With words at a loss I have nothing to say but continue in...
I really enjoy eating. There is just something about the smell of good food that awakens a joy from deep within and like a magnet I am instantly drawn to the source for a nibble. Over the years however, my body has changed and that wonderful teenage bottomless pit suddenly resulted in more feminine curves. My lifestyle also changed: less running around like a hooligan and more sitting in front of a desk working. With all these changes came some genetic health obstacles also (low blood pressure, low sugar levels, low iron levels) that resulted in a more controlled and...
So it has been a few days since we left the comfort of Europe and arrived here in Asia and it dawned on me that I haven’t really given feedback yet on what we did in Kosovo. With traveling over time zones always comes the intense confusion of not knowing if it is breakfast or dinner time and of course the body only wants to sleep. But I am awake and memories of the west are flooding back, so here is what happened… As going to Kosovo was an unexpected blessing after our China visas didn’t come through, we didn’t...
So before coming to Australia Louw told us sheep farming is so fun... the first week is awesome something funny and new (You put sheep in a cradle and cut of their tails and ass skin...) then the next week feels like it never wants to end... so it was hard work, but I enjoyed it. Working with sheep isn't as easy as you think. They are stubborn and stupid creatures... no jokes, mirenos are the worst ! But they teach you something about patience especially when they kick you in the face and balls... remember we are not...