Standing in the velds of southern Africa, I could have never imagined how God was going to direct our lives. Having a baby in a war torn African nation was an experience I'll never forget. Building churches in war was not easy... nor supporting fear stricken christian friends night and day. Trying to feed hungry Africans while keeping our white skins alive was scary at times.... My husband was thrown in jail for smuggling food to hungry missionaries around this time in life. War is hell...
You may just see an old fashioned looking picture of us here. But when I look at this.... my mind is flooded with what we were doing, where we were and how we were quite alone and brave in those days. And I see the directing Hand of God leading us through paths we could not know because He was training us to feed the nations back then. We were left alone for a season.... no family, and no funds to support us. Just us three and God.
All of God's lessons imprint us deeply ....for a future destiny.
We were just two kids.... I was younger than the ageof my own daughter now. Life's perspectives do develop.... my baby girl in my arms - we determined if we died all three of us were going together! But we didn't.... it was just part of our training in God's plan.
A white dress? What was I thinking!