The birth of a believer

Blessed.  Yep.  That’s how I feel this very moment.  Sitting alongside the Zambezi River in Mwandi, Zambia listening to the bugs and the birds sing the evening into existence.  The air is dry, but so very cool and the breeze teases.  Pulling into the village this evening was so surreal.  How did we get here?  What are we doing here?  Dear Heavenly Father, are you sure you we’re the ones you meant to call?  All of these questions enter in and out of my mind while taking in the view of this amazing people.  The hustle and bustle of villagers on the road, the smiles and waves by the children as we pass through, all quiets the questions of why.  I am humbled and honored at the faith of those who invested in this trip for us, financially and prayerfully and reluctantly, for some.  We left this totally up to God to show us how and he certainly provided a way.  I was delightfully curious to see how all hands play a part in one person’s life, like a kid staring through the glass at the bakery.  It’s a wonderful sight watching the hands and feet of God prepare you for your trip across the world to a place some have never seen and never will see.  Faith.

We started out four days ago stepping onto the plane, trusting our instincts and praying we packed correctly.  Turns out it doesn’t matter how you pack, it matters that you lay down your nets and just follow him.  Jesus doesn’t care if your tshirt matches your pants.  Ha!  I was dressed for a two day travel adventure…yoga pants, duh.  The flights were amazing and heart pumpingly close together.  Kept us on our toes and away from scary expensive airport food.  We had not one minute to spare on our connecting flights.  The 15+ hour flight sandwiched in the middle was, well, long.  My back and shoulders argued with me for 48 hours about that airplane seat.  We arrived at our final destination in Livingstone, get this, on the day the brand new airport was being commissioned into service!  Dancers and drummers performing on the tarmac.  Airport personnel handing out free hats.  Mimosas awaiting us on the inside while we waited for our visas to be processed.  The place was beautiful!  Not at all what Doug had previewed for us.  He warned us of the small space and the heat of the building while waiting hours for our visa.  He was pleasantly surprised, although there was still only one line, one clerk processing visas…. They finally opened up another lane like Target at Christmas!  It was all good we didn’t mind standing after all of that time in our plane seats!  Although, David and his plane neighbor had quite a lovely discussion about Jesus.  I love to hear my husband get so passionate about his relationship with Christ.  It’s a beautiful thing.  I met a sweet lady on our last flight who traveled all the way from San Francisco to JFK to Johannesburg to Livingstone!  Good gracious.

Like the plane ride and the airport in Livingstone, we were also given an account of what to expect for our first few days accommodations.  I had been on their website and looked it over as well, but we had also heard from many of our friends that have done this trip before.  “A hostel” atmosphere.  “Nice, clean, modest”.  It was like when someone asks, “is she pretty?” and the answer is, “she’s nice and she’s very smart.”  Oh boy, what to expect.  Let me give you a bit of information at this point.  The UNWTO, United Nations WTO is meeting in Livingstone starting on Saturday for five days.  Dignitaries (other than us, lol) will be traveling here from the far corners of the world.  Everything in Livingstone was freshly painted and newly planted and looked fabulous, hence the commissioning of the airport.  So, we go to Fawlty Towers and check into our room.  As we put the key in and open the door I was taken aback.  What?  This can’t be our room?!  It was amazing.  Beautiful!  Newly remodeled “deluxe” rooms.  Why?  Oh heavens, we were in heaven.  We were certainly feeling like we were suffering for Jesus, NOT.  

We traveled to Victoria Falls the next day and ended the day with a sunset cruise on the Zambezi.  What a day.

Some of you at this point are thinking, “wait, what are you doing?  I thought this was a mission trip?”  I get that.  I’ve said that in the past hearing stories myself.  Seeing how God prepared the way for David and I to come and then heaped blessing upon blessing onto our trip at every corner has been so wonderful and has made our hearts so grateful watching it unfold right before our eyes.  Doug and Abby and David and I have never spent ANY uninterrupted time together, EVER.  To be heading out into the village was scary for me and exciting, but getting to know our team leader and his wife was crucial for the success of this mission.  I had to know them.  This was that time.  I thank God for how he even orchestrated that into fruition as we waited for our ride to Mwandi for four and a half hours.  TIA – This Is Africa.  No one is in a hurry here.  I could learn from that.  We should all linger in the blessings of God every once in a blue moon and prepare our hearts for the hard stuff.

Since the planning of this trip, I have had a heart of finality linger on my thoughts.  We, David and I, made sure we crossed our t’s and dotted our I’s with our families.  Making sure they knew how to function in the house, with the bills and if something should happen that would prevent our return or snatch our last breath, everyone would know what we wished for.  I know it sounds a bit morbid, but a harsh reality when you travel and leave your precious loved ones behind.  I say that to say this, I know that death hovers, but it’s not a feeling of a physical death.  It’s a sure feeling that I will die to self on this trip.  That the person that traveled here will not be returning.  It will be a different me.  Hopefully one that surrenders herself, finally and fully, to Christ’s urge of her spirit.  One that listens to the Holy Spirit more and walks in the steps ordered for her.  One that puts self aside and looks fully into the face of the Heavenly Father knowing that He is where my helps come from.  Somewhere in this trip I hope to write the obit for her and in the same breath tell you about this new life born returning home to love you more gracefully than you’ve ever known before.

1 Corinthians 13:12

¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.