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So many times I find it hard to sit down and describe what is going on here. How do I summarize the emotions that occur day to day in different situations. How can I make you feel like you are there in the room with me as I hold the 5-day old baby boy, or sit in the room while giving TB injections to someone that is so frail? Or what about the days when I am greeted by girls of all ages by name and I can’t remember each of theirs? This is my conclusion…there isn’t going to be a way for me to express in writing all that is going on around me, to communicate accurately the feelings I experience in each and every situation, but I will try to give you a glimpse life here.

Most mornings I wake up to children outside my door, not trying to get my attention, just going on with their normal daily activities. I wake up, find some clothes and head out the door, often times unaware of what the day will bring me. I am greeted by a few Swazis on my walk down the driveway to the center and do my best to reply to them in my limited SiSwati vocabulary. Some days my ministry consists of accompanying the Real Life leaders in their adventures, other days I stick around the center and love on all the kids that I know will arrive for lunch or after school. When I am not with the team or with the kids, I help Pastor Gift with administrative duties or help his wife Philile with delivering things to the women at the carepoints or watching her children. I can’t say that I have a set “ministry” that I do each day or that I am changing lives, but what I can say is that I am doing what I feel the Lord has called me to do each day, to love everyone I encounter, to build relationships with them and to show His characteristics through the way I live.

Most evenings I spend with the teenage girls that play netball. Yesterday at the center things were slow and there were only a few children around. I brought down a couple of card games and some fingernail polish. After playing a few rounds of UNO with some very small children, I sat and painted nails for at least an hour. The longer I sat there, the more girls began showing up. By 4:30 the sun was beginning to set but the netball girls hadn’t played yet. So we all walked over to the netball court together and I watched them play until the sun had set. 
Some of my friends after a game of netball
 
 
Playing netball as the sun is setting