Beneath the Georgia Pine

I have stories to tell. They're not all my stories, but I have been entrusted to tell them. To speak up and to tell you of the beauty that I have seen. I just can't do it yet. I've been wrecked.

I read recently in Luke 17 of the 10 healed of Leprosy:

11 Now on his way to Jerusalem, Jesus traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. 12 As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at a distance 13 and called out in a loud voice, “Jesus, Master, have pity on us!”14 When he saw them, he said, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” And as they went, they were cleansed. 15 One of them, when he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. 16 He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him—and he was a Samaritan.17 Jesus asked, “Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? 18 Has no one returned to give praise to God except this foreigner?” 19 Then he said to him, “Rise and go; your faith has made you well.”

I feel like Jesus cleansed me in Africa, but I want to COME BACK. I want to be the one. I want to be grateful. I want to praise God. I have been cleansed, but I am still not well. I need some time at Jesus's feet. I need to give him my brokenness. I need for him to make me well.

Please pray for my new friends, my brothers and sisters in Africa. Pray for Hellen and Marvin. Pray for Brad. Pray for Danson. For Esther, Sylvia, Daniel, Hector. Pray for them by name. You haven't met them, but I want you to love them.

They are beautiful, joyful children. With all the hurt in their lives they still love. They still dance. We have much to learn from them.







Hellen, my beautiful friend, put me to shame. No music needed to break it
down in Africa!