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Jesus loves you...

"Jesus loves you Natalia"-says the Witch doctor's daughter Grace. The first sunday we met her, she was rough, she was mean, and a bully. She stole things from the kids, she bragged, she got so comfortable with us that she would just say "you give me water" or "you give me__________" fill in the blank. This child was not so pleasant to be around. But with a little bit of discipline and love now she is a different child.
Grace, beautiful little girl, who so desperately needs love. Not my love only, but His love. She has 2 brothers who are theives, and I am pretty sure they teach her to steal. The children in the village call her "Mzungu" which you all know means "white person." So you can see why she's the way she is. She however, doesn't miss a sunday in church, she wants to find Jesus.

Grace makes my day now, she runs up to me and tells me "Jesus loves you Natalia, I love you Natalia." I repeat those same words to her and she beams with joy. She sticks by my side at all times, her and I had a mini dance party and I just love it when she smiles.







"I know God's will for your life..." -a woman came up to me and said those words to me. I was thinking "oh gosh is this one of those..."God has spoken to me about you...." type of thing. But no...she went on saying that when I shared my testimony she saw that God has a plan for me, she said I am meant to love the kids, she said that His will for my life is to follow my true passion and glorify Him. "God bless you and keep you, and please come back, that is my prayer." oh gosh.

Each woman at the conference blessed my life, each girl in my discussion group blessed my heart. I made so many good friends here, each one is lifting me up and forcing me to be a better person.

Once again I find myself in love with yet another country...how can this be? What am I supposed to do now?

All I know right now is that this experience has grown me beyond what I can even begin to describe, the kids have captured my heart again, the way the girls opened up to me is beautiful and I will always treasure it.

"I pray for God to bring you back, I believe He will..."-Sharon.
The girls in my discussion group.

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