One of the things I love to do at the carepoint is help to cook. The cooks are all volunteers and work so hard. They love the support and have taught me a couple SiSwati words so they can tell me what to do in their own language. They all ask me if I will cook for my mother when I get home. I tell them yes because we don’t have pap and beans in America. The trick will just be finding maze mill in the US.
One of the cooks really challenged my time here. She talked to me about how it’s hard for her 
to make ends meet because her husband died and she has three children. She asked me to pay her children’s school fees. She explained, “I pray every night that God would make you my angel. You are just one person here but it’s like when the nation of Israel was in Egypt. God sent just one person: Moses. But Moses did not leave the people in Egypt, don’t leave us here.”
I stood in shock trying to grasp what she had just challenged me with. The need is so great and I’m leaving in May. I was overwhelmed and thought there is no way I can be her Moses. But then I realized, Moses didn’t do that much. God did. I told her, “When the people of Israel were hungry, Moses didn’t have anything to give them. He prayed and God gave them food. When the Israelites where thirsty, Moses didn’t have anything to give them to drink. He prayed and God gave them water. I do not have the money to give you but I can pray and my God can provide.” I realized this is a dangerous promise to make in the midst of such poverty but I do believe that God is powerful and merciful. If this cook trusted in God then he can provide. We prayed together and it was beautiful – both of us pouring our hearts out to God in complete dependence because neither one of us had the answer.
I realized that prayer is how Moses guided a nation. There were times that God was ready to wipe out the entire people group and then Moses prayed and God had mercy. There is so much tragedy and heartache that I can do nothing about. I simply much pray and beg for God’s grace and power. Please join me as I pray for this community. Pray for Rosa, a five year old refugee from Mozambique who comes to us with scares on her back because of the beatings she receives at home. Pray for Skhumbuzo, a 7 year old boy who’s dad is in prison for trying to kill his mother. Pray for Donelle, a 9 year old girl who is a prostitute to get food. Pray for Zenzi, a 5 year old girl who is HIV positive. Pray for Angel, a 8 year old girl who’s parents have died so she along with all her cousins live with her grandmother where there is simply not enough to go around. Pray for Timbokosi, a 4 year old boy who is being sexually abused. Pray for Nobile, a 7 year old girl whose leg is badly hurt but her family cannot afford to go to the doctor. The list can go on. There is so much need here. I can do nothing but hold these children and pray.
The teacher at the carepoint, Treasure, was talking to me about the children and simply said, “Without Christ, there is no hope.” I agree. I agree.
