The Bush

So, I am back from the bush. I completed 2 weeks in the bush in the wilderness of Africa. I thought it was so undoable, but the Lord gave us so much grace. Gave us so much more, equipped us to do so much more and go beyond ourselves. Beyond our own strength. Because I had so much patience, it was not form me. It was beyond my capabilities. And it was so much easier than what I thought. We stayed safe. We were all relatively well and not sick. And if we were sick we chased the dogs out f the camp. (The sickness was prayed for and not welcome and made to leave us). I physically felt carsickness leave my body due to a prayer. (It was amazing). And the pace we kept was unreal, and the car rides were undesirable (rough) and long. The food was enough to keep us alive. Pasta cookies, rice, some chicken, but mainly sugar. But it is all about perspective. God gave us such tolerance and patience, and protection and joy. That I can honestly say it was not hard. Can you believe it? It has taught me so much. I thought that I would not be capable to spend to weeks in the bush but with God anything is possible. (I know that sounds so cliché but I have a no other words). I learned that not only can God get you through things but also he can get you through it so well that you have joy in the mist of things that you normally wouldn’t.

Moving on… As for the trip we had a team of about 19 cannas (white people) and 5 or 6 Mozambiquiecans. The Cannas all preached and gave a testimony some gave both. I gave a testimony similar to before but started preaching at the end and inviting them to know the Lord. We would travel a lot during the day and get to a place set up our tens and then set up the sound system and start playing music blasting it to oblivion and beyond. Which would then draw a crowd, then we would sing a dance and then play the Jesus film. While our group was in the shadows praying for the crowd and village. After the film we would then preach and do a testimony with it translated into Portuguese then into Macuwa. Then most of the time pastor Carlos would preach a bit and invite people to be saved. And then ask if there were people who needed prayer. If they had pain in their bodies to come up from and we would pray for them. Then we would do just that. We saw many things happen. Never under estimate the power of prayer. Then we would break down the equipment and go eat diner at like 10 at night. We all know how to cook over a fire now. ☺ And then off to our tents for sleep. Then wake up the next morning for a bread roll or two some coffee or hot chocolate or tea. I learned to make many combinations with jam peanut butter netella and bananas. Endless combos. Then we would hurry and pack up our ten and bags load the truck, one last visit to the wilderness to tinkle and then climb up in to the truck (camion) and find somewhat comfortable seat to bounce on for a while. We were always told it would only take an hour or 2 to get there. But we seemed to pull up around 3 or 4 that afternoon. SO trips were never short. I don’t tell you this to complain but show to the reality of it. But also say how great it was, because those things that sound to be not fun didn’t seem to bother us. I will say I did get tired of setting up my tent but never minded sleeping in it. I actually miss sleeping in a tent now that I am back in Pemba. I never saw a snake, thank the lord. Since we had the wilderness as our bathroom you can imagine how meeting a snake while doing your business could present a problem. The guys saw a few but I am sure that the lord protected us women to give us as much as we could handle.