I stopped at a carepoint ..... no bright smile welcoming me ......

I identified a body ...

I smelled death ...

I listened to the heart breaking wailing of a young mother burying a child ... for the second time ...

I sang God's praises with His people .... 'cause He IS still a good God ...

I saw our Swazi staff being the pillars in the communities they work in ....

Bringing hope to the hopeless ....

Bringing joy in a time of sadness ...

Being light in the darkness ...

Bringing the gospel of Truth ....

Speaking life ...

Bringing comfort ...

I giggled at something stupid .... 'cause if I didn't, I would break down and cry and not get up again ...

I walked with mourners to an open grave ....

I watched the sun come up over an African funeral .... knowing that there will always be a new tomorrow, a new day ....

I prayed that this will bring glory to God ... in the lives of the family ... and the lives of many people who have been touched by the life and death of this boy

I heard a story of a 7 year old boy who used to get the kids together at his homestead and preached for them .... getting them together for prayer each morning before school ....