Happy trails from Bulawayo! We are in town staying at a house purposed for missions. It’s gorgeous and was quite a shock for us to go from our farm huts to this town home. We miss our huts but know we haven’t said bye to them forever. Monday, on our way into town we picked up our special passengers- Nkosi and his mom. Finally, after a long journey to get to this very day, Nkosi was headed to a new school. Nkosi is the boy with the hip disease. He’s managed the rocks and dirt paths of Matobo for 14 years and now he can leave those obstacles and bullies behind. We know that this won’t be obstacle free but this is definitely hope for him to have an incredible future. We arrived to King George IV, Nkosi’s new school, and we were all in awe. All the walls were painted with beautiful teaching murals and while Chris and Norma took our two new friends back to check in, we, of course, didn’t stay where Norma told us to. We wandered into the opposite side of the building that walked into and got a fulllll tour of this incredible place. The teachers and caregivers greeted us excitedly and were so proud of their place. When we reconnected with Nkosi, Norms, and the others we got to settle Nkosi into his room and meet his caregiver. Before we left and all started eating our hands, (we were hungry) we prayed. Those who wanted to prayed and then his mom joined in and prayed in Ndebele. Tears were rolling but smiles were not few. As we walked out to collect the other half of our group, they were each having their own conversations with nurses and teachers. We left that place covered in prayer but ask that you pray also for Nkosi and his family to be at peace and that Nkosi would be confident, meet friends, and love his new school. We have no doubt Nkosi and his mom are praying the same Lord we pray to and that is so very encouraging. When we left we headed straight to Food Lovers (almost a blend of publix and Whole Foods). We were shocked at the inflation in prices on items due to the lack of money and corruption in this country. We got back to our abode and hung out with each other, became slugs from the heat, and praised the lord for our hot showers.
Tuesday was a touristy day with a twist. We went on a history tour of Bulawayo in the morning and learned about all the statues, old banks and wars that have happened. Towards the end of the tour we loaded back on our bus and drove towards the opposite side of Bulawayo towards the poorest of the poor. It was not easy and it affected everyone in different ways, but sometimes when you see people living in such a way it causes you to be thankful for all that we have and feel a strong sense of helplessness. In our helplessness is usually when we find ourselves praying more and interceding for those who don’t know or may be at the point of only being able to grumble or groan. The Lord has not forgotten them and the Lord has not forgotten you or me. Pray for your brothers and sisters who are hungry, thirsty, hurting, and spiritually dry. Pray that there is someone in that community already that can be a light to their neighbors.
Last night some of our new friends from Chris and Norma’s church came over for dinner and the house echoed with laughs, stories, and football scores. One couple, Yanco and Cassandra, are in over youth at the church and it was so exciting to hear what they’re doing, their passions for these people and youth, and it was an encouragement to those gathered around them. Today is our last day in Zimbabwe. Cue the tears. You can all pray that we don’t cause another rain storm with all of our tears. This morning we will be going to an orphanage. There are young children that don’t have families, mixed children that have been abandoned, and teen moms with their babies. We don’t know what else to expect there more than that, but some are excited for the children and others are excited for the moms. After lunch, our tentative plan is to hopefully go see the place where a street kids ministry is run out of and go see the youth ministry house that King City church has. This is probably the last blog of the trip. Thank you for following our story and despite our sadness to hug necks here goodbye for now, we are also overjoyed to run and hug our friends and family. Tomorrow we will leave Zim in the morning, fly to South Africa, and have a 7 hour layover. If you are picking up someone on the trip, we will land in the atl international airport at Friday January 11th at 6:45 am. If we smell like smoke and look a lil grundgy we still want our big hugs. We love you! See you just now!