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Riots and Protests

Burned and looted buildings. Tires on fire. Angry shouts in the streets as protestors stand on one street and the police stand on the other. People having to evacuate banks and malls because the riot is coming their way. Streets blocked by buses and taxis. These were some of the sights of Kempton Park and Johannesburg in September.

Protests, riots, and strikes are common in South Africa. You are prepared for them but you also don’t take a lot of notice to them unless they are close to you. Then you get out fast. People don’t pay attention to what people are protesting about because they are too focused on the violence that is done. The protests and riots achieve nothing positive. This month people have been protesting businesses hiring people from other African nations over South Africans. There are a lot of complexities to cause the tension; however, during this protest, I did not see evil men who wanted to hurt this country. I saw desperate men who just want to survive and feed their families. Please pray for these South Africans that they can find jobs to care for their families. Pray that as a country South Africans will help their neighbors. Pray against prejudice.

The other protest that happened is a protest about violence against women. Domestic violence is rampant in South Africa. There has also been an increase in kidnapping, raping, and killing women. There has been an increase in abandoned babies and young unmarried women being arrested for these abandonments. People are standing up and saying this must stop. Women need to be respected and valued. Please pray that as we can be part of that change. Pray that we can help women in need. Pray that our Women of Hope programs and prayer groups can help women hear the truth of Jesus and encourage one another. Pray for the hearts of men in this country that they would hear and accept Jesus. Pray that they would start seeing the women as God sees them: as precious daughters and valuable pratners.

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Hospitality

This term in South Africa has gone quite different than I expected or wanted. When we were on furlough last, I told you I was going to be more involved with TWR and writing more programs. I wrote one program and it was a stretching and encouraging experience. However since I completed that program, my skills have not been needed at TWR. I was frustrated that my plans fell through but after my sulking was done I started asking God what He had in mind for me in ministry. I love my children and love caring for them but I was also looking to do more. God has slowly been growing me in the area of hospitality. It took me surrenduring my plans and putting my “yes” on the table; to listen to God each day and go in the direction he leads; to take the next right step and have that be enough.

There are a lot of beggers on the corners of the roads we drive. There are so many, we don’t know who to help so a lot of times we don’t help anyone. One day while driving to the grocery store, we passed an old man. I felt a stirring from the Holy Spirit to give him food. I got extra food for him and the next day went to give him my little bundle. I couldn’t just give him the bag of food without blocking traffic so I had to park my car and get out to give him the food. This also meant I had to talk to him. I was nervous. I didn’t know what to say and truthfully I can’t remember what I said but we started getting to know each other for a few minutes. The next week I gave him another bundle but this time the Holy Spirit told me to invite this man and his room mate to our home for supper! Invite over a complete stranger? You must be hearing wrong. But that thought wouldn’t leave my mind and the feeling of urgency to do so. I first asked Ryan to see if he was ok with it – if he wan’t, that would let me off the hook… but he was ok with it.

God told me that we should be inviting the poor, the sick, the ousiders, the unwanted to our tables. I was an outsider and He invited me. I can now sit at God’s table and enjoy his food and presence. Being hospitable to these people is a way to show them the love of God. It is the way Jesus ministered with people most of the time. I decided to follow Jesus’ example. I invited Fred over for supper. Nothing magical or exciting happened at that supper. We got to know each other better and shared a yummy meal together. Ever since then, when I bring Fred’s package we sit and chat about our week for about 10 minutes. We will definitely be inviting him and others over again.

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The Persecuted Church in Nigeria

My dear friends,

Our brothers and sisters in Christ in Nigeria need your prayers.

Church leaders in Nigeria report that 6,000 Christians, mostly women and children have been murdered since January. According to Open Door, which is a charity that provides aid to Christians who are persecuted for their faith, Islamic radicals who are allied with Boko Haram are “descending on the villages in the night or in the day and carry out cruel attacks against innocent people, including women and children.”

There has been an outcry to the government to stop the slaughter but so far they have done nothing. Appeals have been sent to the United Nations as well. Many people are fearing that Nigeria will become a county of genocide comparable to what happened in Rwanda in 1994.

My words can not fully convey the desperation of the situation in Nigeria but here are some stories that can help. https://www.hudson.org/research/14792-an-unrecognized-genocide-in-nigeria

How can we help our persecuted brothers and sisters?

Pray.

Pray for God’s protection over these people.

Pray that people would not fall away from Jesus because of fear.

Pray for the people carrying out the attacks that they would be stopped. Pray for God to convict their hearts. Pray that they would be saved. God did it for Saul. Why can’t he for Islamic radicalists?

TWR is building a powerful 200,000 watt transmitter that will be able to broadcast into all of Nigeria plus some of the surrounding countries like Cameroon, Niger, and Benin. We hope to have programs broadcasting by the end of 2019. There is hope in the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Please pray the people would hear the message of the gospel and believe. Pray that our programs would encourage the believers in Nigeria.

Do you want to do more? Give to the TWR Oasis Project or to Open Doors. You may not be able to go but you can support those who can.

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Cyclone Idai

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Many of you were hit with a cyclone bomb with wild blizzards and terrible flooding. We are sorry to hear of the destruction that the storm left in its wake especially for those of you in Nebraska. We have been encouraged by the stories we have heard about how people are pulling together to help each other. Please know you are in our prayers.

At about the same time, Africa was also hit with a terrible Category 3 cyclone. Cylcone Idai hit Mozambique on March 14th but it also affected the countries of Malawi and Zimbabwe with storms and flooding. South Africa even had some power outtages due to Idai. This storm came out of no where and no one was prepared for it. The official count so far is about 1000 dead but so many are missing that we may never know how many people died in the floods. Searches for missing people have been called off so they can care for the living.

Cylcone Idai destroyed about 100,000 homes, about 1 million acres of crops, and washed out many roads. People in the port town of Beira in Mozambique were clinging to rooftops and trees even a week after the storm hit. People are struggling to find food, clean water, and shelter. To make matters worse, cholera has spread among the crowded survivors. 1400 cases have popped up in the last week. Rescue workers and relief organizations have flocked in to help but there is so much need and not enough help.

TWR’s shortwave and AM broadcasts have not been disturbed as we broadcast from Swaziland. We are still sending out a message of hope to our listeners who desperately need to hear it in their time of despair. Pray that our listeners will hear the hope that is found in Jesus and will turn to him.

Some of our local ladies who are a part of our Women of Hope ministry have started a collection of blankets, clothing, non-perishable food, and money to send to other Women of Hope groups in Mozambique.

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Shine as Lights in the World

What do we like to complain about most?

If you live in South Africa, the answer is load shedding. You can complain with everyone and anyone about load shedding and they will happily join in bashing the company who provides electricity to all of South Africa.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with load shedding, it is when the power company turns off your power for a couple hours during the day on a rotating schedule so that the system doesn’t crash. However, even though the company puts out a schedule for when the power outage will happen in your area, they do not follow the schedule that they put out. You never know when your power will go out and for how long it will last. Fortunately, it usually only lasts a couple of hours.

A week ago while I was reading my Bible, I came across Philippians 2:14 ” Do all things without grumbling or complaining” The Holy Spirit brought to my attention that when I speak to people, whether I know them or not, it is easier to complain about load shedding, the weather, the government ect. Yes, those things frustrate me. But instead of always dwelling on them and complaining how hard it makes my life, maybe I should be thankful that I do have electricity most of the time. I should be thankful that I can store a month’s worth of meat in my freezer because I have electricity. I can have a fan running in my kids’ rooms because I have electricity. I have the money to go out for dinner on those rare occasions when we don’t have power and I can’t cook a hot supper. I have a place to charge my phone so I can communicate with people especially my family across the world. I never think to thank God for electricity when it is always on but now that it turns on and off, I am more conscious of the blessing I have.

Instead of complaining, I choose to be thankful and satisfied with what I have. I am also starting to be prepared for when I don’t have it. The power going out in the morning is exciting to the kids now because it means we are taking a walk to the playground with a snack. I now make sure I have a meal on hand that can be made without cooking until we can get a portable gas stove. We have a lantern and candles if the power goes off at night. The power going out is also a blessing because it forces us to be creative and spend time together and with others around us.

Also speaking positively about these kinds of difficulites to others makes you different. You are not joining the crowd in complaining. It is just one of the ways you can ,”be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world,” which is Phillipains 2:15.

In a time when we celebrate the Light of the World coming to us. Let’s share some of that light. Let’s show people the joy in our lives in spite of troubles because we have Jesus in our lives. One small way to do that for me is not starting a conversation with complaints but with goodness and the blessing in the weather and load shedding.

Merry Christmas from the summer in South Africa. We love you all. I hope you experience the blessing of the season where we celebrate God’s greatest gift to us: Jesus.

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Sand Stories

At the beginning of September, we took a much needed family trip to Swaziland. It is only a four hour drive to the border or six if you have two toddlers. I have crossed a couple of borders before so I thought I knew what I was in for. I was wrong. First surprise was we had to get out of our car on the South African side of the border. We had to go into a building, wait in a long slow moving line to get our passports stamped. The second surprise was we had to drive 300 feet to the Swaziland side of the border and do the same thing!

Once we were in Mbabane, we had a wonderful time. When you are in Swaziland, you can open up the window in the morning and hear nothing but the birds singing. Internet access is sketchy at best so we enjoyed several days of just being together as a family and having fun. We went to a game park where we could get out and walk. We saw lots of buck and zebra up close. We saw two crocodiles too but didn’t want to to come too close to them. I was quite proud of Ary. She walked 2 km without a complaint.

Chilling by the swimming pool

The braai master

Greetings to Miliwane Park by a buck

We also stopped to see some TWR friends. The kids and I finally got to visit the transmitter site where many of our programs are broadcast. Our friend who runs the transmitter site told us a fantastic story about the building at the site.

TWR did not have the money for all the materials to build the building at the transmitter site. Specifically they did not have enough money for the sand and transporting it to the site. They started praying to God that he would provide the funds. Later, Swaziland experienced a big and ferocious thunderstorm that lasted for three days. When the workers came to check for damage at the site, they discovered a vast amount of sand deposited in the stream next to the site. God provided the sand and the transportation to the site so the building could be built.

The sand you see below us is where the sand was deposited by God’s storm

The transmitter site today

We all have sand stories. Stories where God took a terrible storm in you life and provided for you. Stories where God answered your prayer but not in the way you expected. Since living over here in South Africa and joining TWR. I have learned to pray specifically and then expect God to show up and He does. God is faithful. Sometimes I just need to pay attention more to see what God is doing.

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Carry One Anothers’ Burdens

“Can my daughters and I sleep in your garage? We are being kicked out and have no place to go.” I was caught by surprise when my neighbor showed up and made such an interesting request. Our garage can barely fit a car inside it. It has one power outlet and one light. My answer, “definitely not! If you need a place to stay, you can stay in our home.”

We have become friends with our neighbor and her three girls over the past six months. The three girls are 9, 13, and 14. they moved in the day after we did. Ary and Owen had so much fun being adored by these girls. At first they would come over and knock on our door so they could play with Ary and Owen. As we got to know them, I noticed the girls were often home alone. Then I noticed that the oldest girl didn’t go to school. When I asked her about it, she said that they didn’t have enough money for school fees, a new uniform, and all her books and supplies. Once they had saved up enough she would be able to go. About once a month she would come to me excitedly about how she would be going to school next week but then next week would come she still wasn’t able to go. Then, when they started coming over after school, the girls would ask for food. They hadn’t eaten all day.

It turns out that this seemingly happy family was having hard financial times even though both parents are working. Also as is quite common lately, we discovered that the dad had a girlfriend and was not caring for his family as he ought to. So, when they were kicked out of their apartment, we took the three girls to temporarily live with us.

It was quite an adjustment going from two children to five especially with two teenagers. Thank God that he works us up to teenagers and doesn’t give the to us right off. Keeping up with everyone’s needs like food, clothes, and sleep were exhausting for me. Ary and Owen were now sharing a small room that had just enough room to put their beds and a dresser. We had to move most of Ary’s things from her closet to Owen’s closet to make room for the girls to have room to put their things in Ary’s closet. Ary and Owen did not like the idea at first of sleeping in the same room. Owen still wakes up in the night and so neither of them slept well. Ary also woke up Owen in the morning and at nap time quite frequently.

Our grocery bill jumped up quite a bit and cleaning became a bigger priority with more people living in our home. Ryan and I had to wake up earlier so we could get the girls off to school. We always made sure that they had something to eat before they left and made lunches for them. I think the hardest thing for me is that I had no down time ever. As soon as I got Ary and Owen down for a nap, the girls got home from school and wanted my attention.

As hectic as our lives became, I can’t imagine how the girls felt as their world became flipped upside down, living away from their mom and dad. I was glad that we could be there to provide a little stability in their lives while they finished up their last three weeks at school and more importantly, exams. Even in the chaos, I hope Ryan and I spoke into their lives. Many people were shocked that we even took these girls in, saying we were crazy. The girls were just aching for love and boundaries. We gave them that and they were great kids. We don’t have tv in our home so we ended up listening to music, talking, and playing board games a lot more. Plus we got them to study for their exams. I learned first hand about Black culture here in South Africa

We were able to take a lot of pressure off the girls’ mama. She was so overwhelmed and downtrodden that she had considered suicide. She said, she could never repay us for what we had done. She asked if we were really angels in disguise. I told her, “no, we are just people who are obeying God and helping our sister in Christ.”

We are told to carry each others burdens in Galatians 6:2. I was listening to a sermon about this passage when I was getting more frustrated with the situation we were in. The pastor said that the word burdens refers to trouble that the person got themselves into. So often I find I don’t want to help people because they got themselves into this trouble by their bad choices. They are just reaping the consequences of their decisions. God put this on my heart, “Did I leave you alone to reap the consequences of your sin? Did I leave you to spend eternity in hell?” It changed the way I look at helping people and bearing one anothers burdens.

After school was over, the mom and dad were able to take the girls home with them. I have not heard from them since. I have tried to communicate with them but there is no reply. Please pray for this family.

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June 2018 Newsletter

No one better than Mommy!

I hope you are all enjoying your summer. We are entering the hard cold months of June and July here. It is not just cold season but also intern season. We have two interns, Laura and Lauren, coming to South Africa at the beginning of June. Our “Women of Hope” ministry needs a mobile app for their prayer groups that the interns will be creating. As it happens Ryan knows the technology well, making him the best candidate for managing and mentoring both interns. This will be the first time Ryan has mentored other software developers. The last two months have been sprinkled with preparing for Laura and Lauren among other responsibilities. The project for revamping our uploading software for our online media archive has still been Ryan’s main focus. There should be an initial release ready to early users at the end of June.

It’s Never Too early to start drumming

Elyse has not returned to the office at TWR. We could not find a day care that suited our needs. So, Elyse got organized and writes during naptime. At the moment Elyse is writing a piece of the program, Hope for our Children. She is writing about financial responsibility. So many people in South Africa live in poverty. We want to instill biblical principles and easy action steps to help kids use the money they have well. So as they grow into adults, they have a better understanding about money. Elyse is writing on subjects like contentment with what you have, how to make a budget, working hard for what you get, and generosity and giving.

Ary and Owen

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Time to go where no child has gone before in our brand new spaceship!

Owen turned 1 in March. We had a family party with cake and presents. He now walks and climbs. Quite often Elyse finds him in high places such as the burglar bars on the window and on top of the table. He doesn’t speak but over the last few weeks, he has learned to communicate a few words such as “more”, “all done”, and “please” through sign language.

Ary has become more interested in doing puzzles and reading books. She asked if Elyse would teach her ABC’s. She also enjoys playing with the neighbourhood kids who come to our house almost daily to play. Our complex is bursting with kids from babies to teenagers. We have become friends with our neighbors right next door. We play with the kids but I think more importantly we listen to them. We listen to their problems and joys. They love to help Elyse cook. Some of the girls come and cry to Elyse. Elyse bakes cupcakes for birthdays and we all decorate. Ryan is a favorite for swinging people around and chasing them.

Listener Story

I am a homeless, inexperienced, young mother who gave birth on the streets. When my baby was a month old, he fell sick from a cold and I thought that he was going to die. I would like to thank TWR for the programme, Challenge of Africa, which had a topic about common cold in children. After listening to your programme, I am no more ignorant concerning my child. Thanks for educating us.

– A listener in the Ivory Coast

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Elyse’s Surprise Birthday

I turned 30 this year. Woohoo! My Pastor says I have now entered “club wisdom”. I’m not sure that’s true but it sounds better than you’re old.

A couple days leading up to the weekend, Ryan was getting very busy at work. I was getting worried about his stress. On Friday evening he told me that he was going out with a friend. Knowing he needed the break, I was glad he was taking the opportunity to get out. I woke up at 2 the next morning with a jolt as I heard the front door open. Ryan was just getting home!!

On asking why he was getting home now, he said that during his time with his friend, he had been called for a problem at TWR and had to go into the office. Then at around 9 the next morning, he was called in again! I felt so bad that all these problems were happening especially on the weekend.

After Ryan got home, he convinced me to go to a local park so we could have some family time and let the kids play outdoors. As we are walking to the playground, Ryan asked me if I recognized anyone. Bewilderly, I looked around and noticed a bunch of my friends standing around a braai. It finally hit me. A surprise birthday party. I was completely floored.

We had chicken and beef fajitas. Plus one of my friends made me an old lady cake with a pill box, glasses, and a cane. It turns out that those “problems at the office” were Ryan hand making 60 tortillas and preparing the meat for the fajitas. Now that is what I call love.

We had a lovely Braai. The kids had a blast playing at the playground and chasing my balloons all over the field. It was a wonderful way to turn 30. I’m excited to see what this new decade holds for me.

My old lady cake

Ryan is not paying good attention to the meat on the braai

All the kids had fun playing with the balloons

Ary and her friend Noah having fun

Good friends enjoying the sunshine and fajitas

The balloon is chasing me!!

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The Journey of Owen Enoch

Owen Enoch was born March 15, 2017 right on his due date. We didn’t think he would ever get here. It was so hard to wait especially since I went into false labor almost every day for two weeks. We would get our hopes up only to have them dashed when the contractions went away. We were fighting the clock; my OB said if I didn’t have the baby by March 16th, she would need to operate. So on March 15, when the contractions started early in the morning, I was ready and excited. I told Ryan he was not going into work that day. We spent from 5:30 am to noon at home working through the contractions together and occasionally with Mum and Aryanna when they would run into the bedroom while they were playing. Around noon, the pain was starting to become too much for me. We called my midwife and she encouraged us to come to the hospital. The 20 minute ride to the hospital was rough. Sitting made the contractions far more painful and the potholes and speed bumps made me want to scream. When we got to the hospital I could barely walk. We got up to the 3rd floor ( thank God for elevators) and my midwife checked me out.

She looked at me and said, “Elyse, not only have you not dilated, your cervix has not moved down into the birthing position.”

I said, “ok, id there anything we can do to get this rolling, I’m in constant pain here.”

My midwife froze. “Constant pain? You should be getting relief in between the contractions.”

My heart sank. “Well, I’m not. The pain lessens but it is not going away.”

She sent for the OB right away. I knew right then I was headed for a c-section. That realization crushed me, I would never be able to have a baby naturally now. I know that having a healthy baby is the most important thing but it was important to me that I be able to give birth naturally and not have to worry about having major abdominal surgery.  I cried in Ryan’s arms until the OB came. By this time, the contractions were only manageable because I was standing up and holding tight to Ryan and I breathed deep and moaned.  She examined me too and heard my midwife’s report. The OB told me that both the baby and I were in trouble and we needed to get down to the Theatre right now and do the c-section. I wasn’t even allowed to fill out paperwork. I signed the release for the c-section and they immediately started to prep me for surgery. They whisked me away downstairs. There was a flurry of action happening as everyone was called to the theatre.

I don’t know how long it took them to prep the theatre because that time is a haze of pain for me. I was laying on a gurney. Every contraction was worse than the last and getting closer together. I demanded a bucket because I felt like I was seconds from throwing up because of the pain. My world became nothing except breathing and moaning through the pain.

They got me into the theatre and had to put me on the operating table. Unfortunately, I had to help. I was in so much pain; it was agonizing to move. We moved inch by inch between contractions. Ryan was not in the room. He was being scrubbed up so he could be in the room. My OB came over and put me in a bear hug. She told me, “ the pain is almost over. Hold onto me. We’ll get through this together.” The spinal block was put in place and I cannot express the relief I felt in that moment. The pain was gone completely, I could finally relax and let the doctors do what was needed.

My OB started cutting me open. She brought Ryan over to look at me. She told him that if I had labored another hour, I would have ruptured my uterus and both Owen and I could have died. Thank God my midwife caught the warning signs when she did. Then, as they were cutting me open, Owen flipped inside me. It felt like the OB was digging around inside me. They had a difficult time getting Owen out. Finally, when they did get him out, there was silence.

“What’s going on?” I called out. Ryan had gone over to see Owen. No one was paying attention to me. All I hear is the Pediatrician telling Ryan, “He’s ok. He’s ok”

I’m thinking, “Why does she need to be telling him that? What’s wrong? Why isn’t my baby crying?”

Turns out that Owen had been in distress along with me. He had meconium in his mouth and nose. Thank God he did not actually breathe any of it in. The doctor sucked all the meconium out of Owen and I heard that blessed cry. It wasn’t very loud but it was there. I still didn’t know if I had a boy or a girl. No one was telling me anything. Finally I heard Ryan say, “hello, Owen Enoch.” I knew I had a son.

It took much longer to sew me up and get me out of recovery. I think it was almost a full hour before I got to hold my baby Owen.

When we got back to my room, I was utterly exhausted. Everything from the waist down was numb and couldn’t move. All my son wanted to do was eat. I felt utterly helpless. Through the next 24 hours, I was not well taken care of. My nurses did not bring my pain medicine on time so my pain went from a zero to a nine before I could get a nurse to do anything about it. Then of course it took a while to bring the pain down to a manageable level. When I got the chance to be transferred to another unit, I jumped at it. When I got down to the other unit, the Head Nurse asked me how I was doing. I told her that I was in a lot of pain.

She whirled on my nurse and demanded, “ why is this woman in pain? What have you been doing?” I felt vindicated.

The nurse replied, “It’s not my fault. Some people are not as strong as others.”

My jaw dropped. It was a good thing for her I was in pain or else I would have slapped her. I couldn’t believe I was being called weak after going through such a difficult and traumatic birth. I had just had abdominal surgery for Pete’s sake! Let’s cut you open and then deny you pain medicine and see how you like it!!!

The Head nurse took care of me personally after that. I think she felt bad for my ill treatment upstairs. My pain was finally cared for so I could think about my son. I still could not sleep but at least that was not because of the pain.

In the month that has followed, I have struggled not just with physical pain, which I still have. Sometimes I feel like I have done nothing all day and yet my scar still hurts at the end of the day. I’m still walking tender sometimes. My body is not bouncing back like I hoped it would, like it did after Aryanna’s birth. But I still have to take care of two children. They depend on me. Thank God that my wonderful mother was here the first two weeks of Owen’s life. I don’t know if we could have survived without her. I depended on my mom to take care of Ary, to cook, and to handle my emotions when Owen would not stop crying some days. My mum took everything in stride and let me lean on her without complaint. When she left, I was still hurting. I panicked a little that night. I didn’t know how I was going to take care of my kids without her.

I have felt isolated. I was not able to drive until the end of April. At first, when I asked for help from the people who said they would be there, all I got was silence. They didn’t want to provide the help I needed. I felt so alone and discouraged. I could not pick up Aryanna until the end of April. It is so frustrating to not be able to pick up my child or even have her on my lap because it may hurt me. Owen is also a pretty fussy child. He wants to be held constantly and cries a lot if he is awake. It is exhausting for both Ryan and myself. I feel like a bad mother when I can’t give Aryanna the attention she needs because Owen is crying for an hour.

Finally on Good Friday, we had a terrible day, but we went to church anyway for the Good Friday service. God met me there. He refreshed my spirit with the story of Christ’s suffering and the worship. After the service, I had several people tell me they could help in the ways that I needed. I could have cried. We just started going to this new church in February. We have not had a chance to really get to know people. Our new church family who barely know us, is supporting and loving me in a most overwhelming manner. Thank God for His goodness. I still have my bad days but I am encouraged to know that I can call someone and get the help I need. I indeed have a family here in South Africa that treats me like my own family.

 

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