People of the blog, today I spent time with Becky, a young American woman with her Doctorate in Physical Therapy. She came to this place called sibongile two years ago with the intention of staying just for one year of mission service. However as we sat down and talked she told me the work spoke to her and she his completing her second year of work. She is about to go home to the States and a long term descion must be made on whether she will remain in the U.S. or return to this work at sibongile after sometime back home. My friends the work she is doing resides with children suffering from Cerebral Palsey and other nurelogical issues.
This is hard, draining, and taxing work on the mind, soul, and body. Yet this woman chose to be here not one year but two She is finding the thought of going back home not that simple. I know why as I played with a little child otuside kicking a small plastic red ball. He did not have Cerebral Palsy but ADHD, which enabled him to run around and kick a small red ball past me everytime somehow. When I thought the game was over he would walk over to me and grab both my hands spreading them out so we could play even more. I did not want to stop when Becky and I had to go to the next location. She would tell me a history of so many of the children, knowing every child by name and understanding their language impeccably. I understood why this future departure will be hard.
This young woman's heart to make a missiional difference is a reflectoon of what can happen when work like this is supported by those who could not make such a trek nor have the skills needed for such work. For the thirty plus childern, Treemdous Hearts and those who support them help Becky make a diffrence and for that I was truly thankful this day. These children would have no place to go, would be socially left behind, along with having a shorter life expectancy for sure. Yet despite the poverty, social stigma and physical struggles of each of these children a difference is beig made.
So I need you to "imagine all the children," becuase out of respect and safety reasons I am not posting pictures of them or the staff. Followers of this blog trust me when I say, your emotional and spiritual places were challenged this day, in a good way.
Musings from
Pastor Michael
This is hard, draining, and taxing work on the mind, soul, and body. Yet this woman chose to be here not one year but two She is finding the thought of going back home not that simple. I know why as I played with a little child otuside kicking a small plastic red ball. He did not have Cerebral Palsy but ADHD, which enabled him to run around and kick a small red ball past me everytime somehow. When I thought the game was over he would walk over to me and grab both my hands spreading them out so we could play even more. I did not want to stop when Becky and I had to go to the next location. She would tell me a history of so many of the children, knowing every child by name and understanding their language impeccably. I understood why this future departure will be hard.
This young woman's heart to make a missiional difference is a reflectoon of what can happen when work like this is supported by those who could not make such a trek nor have the skills needed for such work. For the thirty plus childern, Treemdous Hearts and those who support them help Becky make a diffrence and for that I was truly thankful this day. These children would have no place to go, would be socially left behind, along with having a shorter life expectancy for sure. Yet despite the poverty, social stigma and physical struggles of each of these children a difference is beig made.
So I need you to "imagine all the children," becuase out of respect and safety reasons I am not posting pictures of them or the staff. Followers of this blog trust me when I say, your emotional and spiritual places were challenged this day, in a good way.
Musings from
Pastor Michael