Out of Africa

It has been a while since I have posted......As I write this I am listening to the sounds of Florence (Italy) late at night. I have been out of Zambia for about a week, and will be in Italy for a little over another week. Many things have happened since my last post. I will say this - the Lord never stops surprising me. Whether it is good or bad - when it is for Him it is always good - it just takes a while to see it.

I miss my children with all of my heart. The last few weeks the Lord really taughtme alot. When I was in Rome this last week, I entered into St. Peters Basilica. It is beautiful with ornate statues and paintings by Michaelangelo.....And as I wandered around this world renound chapel - I thought back to my last Sunday in Zambia. I had the privledge to attend Destiny Church again in Matero. Church is led by Peter, my children's school director, and it is held in their tiny school that use to be a tavern. That Sunday, all of my boys from Destiny were there. We sang, and I remember looking around and my friend Stephie was on the floor crying and praising the Lord, I saw my boys who were dancing and singing and holding their hands high. I closed my eyes and thanked the Lord for blessing me with being in his presence with these amazing people as we worshipped together. I say that to say, I think it is humorous where the Lord shows up. His presence was so powerful in that tiny "tavern" tucked away in Matero in Zambia. When I walked through the Basilica - I expected that I would have a similar feeling, but nothing. I had respect for the beautiful building meant to bring glory to God - but what I know is the church is not a building. It's the Lord's people. We're breathing and moving and are not bound by concrete walls (sometimes walls we choose to make....) That is the body - that is the church. It is not a building no matter how big - it is the people - every tribe -every tongue. The Lord is funny that way and I will never fully understand his ways - but I know God shows up. He did all summer and is always present (even if behind the scenes). So maybe it is not where he shows up, but when He makes his presence known (and seen.) Continue to pray for me and my boys and the organization as I prepare to come home next week.