Its almost over

    There are two official days left in our ministries.  I can’t believe the time is really coming to an end.  Right now I can’t imagine myself leaving Africa; my heart is here.  I have fallen in love with the children, the singing, the beauty, the people, the culture, and the lessons I have learned.  This next week is going to both emotional and exciting.  We are having a carnival for Ithemba on Monday, at Deo Doxa the church Ithemba was planted by.  We will drive the kids from Ithemba to Deo Doxa where they can play games, jump on the moon bounce, slip and slide, have their faces painted, eat popcorn, and get balloon animals.  The money to fund the carnival came from people at Harvest Christian Center and from Rachel Wright’s supporters.  I am so excited for the carnival but nervous at the same time.  I want things to run really well and I want the kids to have an experience they have never had.  Pray that things will go well and the weather will cooperate.  We have spent hours planning, raising money, getting donations, shopping, and preparing.  When I am at home and have free time I am constantly thinking about what to do for the carnival.  Remember me on Monday and pray that the kids will have en experience they will never forget.
    On Tuesday this week we had one of the most hectic days this year.  It seemed that we were all suddenly being attacked by the devil.  When I walked in that day two of the kids were dragging another kid on the floor for fun, or so I thought.  I was helping dish the food for the kids, when those same two kids started screaming for the ladies to come.  Nomsa ran as quick as possible to find the child not really responding.  He could only look out of the corner of his eye and his body was limp.  He said he was hungry but he threw up continually.  Luckily someone with a car was visiting that day and she quickly drove him to the doctor with Nomsa and Trinos.  The doctor said that there was nothing he could do he had to go to the hospital.  At the nearest hospital they said he needed to go to a bigger hospital because they couldn’t give him the care that he needed.  While all of this is going on we are making phone calls like crazy at Ithemba and Queen is searching for this childs mom.  What breaks my heart is the fact that without my phone we would have no contact, and without our vehicle it would have taken a lot longer to get the child to any care, and without our money he could not have gone to the doctor.  Without us there would have been no help for him.  But we aren’t going to be here forever.  Keep this child in your prayers, his name is Lanki and he is about 8 years old.  I have not heard word of how he is.