Advent Conspiracy

Ok, so this is WAY OUT OF MY MORAL CODE, but today's post centers around Christmas (YIKES! It's not even November yet. I mean I'm one of the crazies who doesn't believe in Christmas music until the day after Thanksgiving. i mean seriously.. let's give thanksgiving a chance people..) But today, Im breaking my mold to share something really cool. Check this out:


The story of Christ's birth is a subversive story of an upside-down kingdom. It's a story of promise, hope, and a revolutionary love that is still changing the world to this day. So, what happened? What was once a time to celebrate the birth of a savior has somehow turned into a season of stress, traffic jams, and shopping lists. And when it's all over, many of us are left with presents to return, looming debt that will take months to pay off, and this empty feeling that we somehow missed its purpose.

Is this what we really want out of Christmas?

What if Christmas became a world-changing event again by turning our focus back to the birth of Christ? What could happen to your family if this focus was celebrated in loud, bold and totally unexpected ways? What if you could actually trade your season of stress for a season celebration and unbelievable memories with your friends and family? What if all of this could save a life at the same time? It can.

Welcome to Advent Conspiracy






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if you're like me, this is sewn with the greatest intentions, yet is incredibly hard to be humbled to action. If you're at a loss of where to start "conspiring".. let me help you! Visit here.
It seems like a shameless plug, but I'm telling you, these causes are WORTH IT. Sure, blessing them with these financial needs would be nice, but truth is: it'd be just as meaningful if you wrote them a letter and tell them you're on their side. If you're interested in sharing the Christmas blessing with someone other than yourself, this is a great place to begin living "life- openhanded".

MERRY MERRY!

Lee

Answered Prayers and a Yard Sale

Hopefully, most of you read this post back in August. I know some of you did, because we have felt your support tangibly. If you didn't, take a second to read it and catch up to speed! (ps: if you don't read it, you won't understand the rest of today's post.. so hurry.. go READ!)

FIRST things First: I have some REALLY exciting news!! (drumroll please...) Sachile is going back to school! The Louisa Pickard Circle (a group of United Methodist Women) donated the money needed for two years of schooling! PRAISE OUR LORD. He is SO faithful. I'm waiting on my Swaziland contact to get back to me so I can "officially" place the money in their account and when that happens, you'll be the first to know. I'm really at a loss for words, this is such a beautiful thing to see unfold.



So..
As most of you know I'm not real sure what the heck I'm doing in regard to raising the support for those 4 things the Lord showed me in Africa. Let's be honest, I don't have very much to offer financially.. but what I do have.. is JUNK. Lots and LOTS and LOTS of JUNK. So I brushed off my trusty ole' fundraising skills (its been a while since youth group..) and i'm putting that JUNK to good use! We're having a yard sale! It is the first big "event" to raise money for the needs mentioned in my life-openhanded post. The profit will go specifically to meeting the need of Ncobile (right) and her desire to go to University.

We'll be out on Main Street all day tomorrow ready to bargain :)

If you are in our area, please come out.. you don't have to buy anything, but I'd love to get to know you, fill you in onthe mission, and put you on our prayer list! If you need directions, email me at lowrylg@gmail.com.

If you are NOT in our area, we would LOVE your prayers. We (I) don't really know what we're (I'm) doing, but I know that the Lord wants to bless Ncobile with an education. I believe in her, and I believe in this. PLEASE PRAY for no rain, rich shoppers, and many opportunities to share her story.


My hopes are that during the next week I can set up a paypal account so that all of you out-of-towners can donate directly online. Be on the lookout.

Gotta go to bed.. i hear yard sale shoppers are early birds.. like 5AM early. WHAT THE??

Remember this post? If not, take a look then followup with this story.

Honestly, I don't even know how this all got stirred, but some friends had coffee and decided we wanted to do something that mattered by using something we liked and believed in. TOMS was something we all agreed on. We went into planning mode and 2 months later, a "Style your Sole" event was hosted. We saw some really cool people in our little town come together and say with their actions "people matter. we care". We were blown away. At the end of the night, we had 8 pairs of baby TOMS in our hands with the mission "give them away as He leads you". There was no agenda, it wasn't about who would hand them out or what organization could use them/send them best. It was simply: SHARE THESE as you see the need. Since I was headed to Africa, I got to be the messenger/carrier of these precious gifts.. certainly a humbling opportunity. If you kept up with my blog while I was there, you were one of the ones praying for God to arrange a meeting with the children that would wear these special shoes and that would forever carry with them a piece of their brothers and sisters across the ocean.

Well.. He provided homes for these well-designed, well-loved gifts.

Take a look:

Nondumiso in Spear's shoes

Joy-Joy in Em's shoes

Girlie in Ging's shoes

Andiwe in Jason's shoes
In Kaleigh, Katie, and Amanda's shoes

The last two pictures are of a little boy I met in the slums of Manzini. He was very shy, didn't make any noise and was rarely seen with any facial expression. We visited him every day and he never seemed pleasant. When the other kids were climbing on us/wiping their snot on us/braiding our hair/beating each other up, he walked alone.. never showing excitement for play.
Then, as the Holy Spirit CLEARLY led us, we gave him these TOM'S. He went on his way, and five minutes later, when attempting to get one of our girls out of the street, I found him. This is what he was doing:

The Lord speaks to me through that video every time. I wish I could live in little moments like that. That little boy's whole demeanor changed! In that moment, I am 100% confident, he knew God. He knew of His love, His compassion. He knew in that moment that the Lord had not forgotten him.

I want to dance in thankfulness when the Lord provides. I want joy like this.

This is what it's all about.






Thanks for making this happen.. for him, for all these kiddos.. and for me.

::LIFE OPENHANDED::

“..when we are whole, we are nurtured by what has been invested in us, and at the same time freely give of ourselves to others”

Erwin McManus (Uprising: Revolution of the Soul)

When I look back at what I have seen the Lord do here, and when I reevaluate the reasons I think the Lord has had me be on this trip, I know it was to grow me as someone who lives out of a generous spirit. I haven’t always been a faithful steward with the resources the Lord has given me, especially with finances. As many of us know, when you come face-to-face with needs, not wants, you begin to realize that there is greater purpose for your things and money besides that which fades away. I want to live from a place that sees the bigger picture and doesn’t fall prey to the petty things of this world. I desperately want an IPhone and I want a new car, but being in a place like this, I see other people who NEED shelter, who NEED an education, who NEED food and clothes. Again, needs versus wants… BIG difference. IPhones and cars aren’t bad at all.. I’m not out for judgement or to promote the unbalanced “new monasticism” that many are following, but at this point in my life they aren’t needs for me. As you’ve noticed in previous posts, The Lord has opened my eyes to so much other than myself. It’s been rooted in me since my first summer in Brazil and its now bearing fruit in this season of my life.

I’m beginning to see needs that could easily be met if we did church like Acts,

“They devoted themselves to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he needed. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.” (Acts Chapter 2 Verse 42)

Further in Acts, Luke says,

“All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had… There were no needy persons among him” (Ch. 4 verse 32)

(sidenote: I’m sitting here with one of my roommates and I mention I’m writing on this verse and she quickly blurts “good Lord! If we could only get ONE of those things.. forget selling our possessions, lets just actually be able to get together and have glad and sincere hearts!” she’s right. Lord, give us strength to accomplish even part of this.)

I’m not telling you to sell your house, although that’d be really cool. I’m just suggesting that we begin living selfless, open-handed lives that are open to sacrifice as the Spirit leads. I mean seriously, what would it look like if there were "no needy persons among us? WHOA. The truth is: none of our money.. our clothes, our cars, our food.. none of that even belongs to us. It’s all God’s, it’s just on lend to us.. he trusts us to make good decisions and be faithful with what he has given us.

I’ve got some ideas on how we can start. It’s a rough draft.. I certainly have no seminary/charity/administrative training and I could be going about this all the wrong way.. but I’m just going to be bold and go where the Lord tells me. Hopefully I’m walking with this in the right direction! (if you do have training or experience, I would LOVE your help.. seriously).

Since I’ve been here in Africa, there have been many people who have come to me and privately asked for help. For others of them, their needs are just obvious. These needs range from school fees, to water pipes for their homes. While I would have loved to have given to these people right when they asked, it wasn’t financially possible. I’ve wrestled with taking it on personally and have thought of every option to get them everything they desire, but I simply can’t do it alone. Many of you have emailed me and asked how you could be a part of ministries here. I know your faithful giving first-hand and would love for you to jump in with me as we live out those verses above for my friends here. So, take a look at these needs below.. search your heart and see if the Lord is calling you to be a part of any of these. If He is, I promise you won’t regret it. If not, your prayers are just as treasured (if not more) than your pocketbook.

Opportunities to Give:

** Tapiwa and Itai: Living Expenses **
Tapiwa and Itai are the brother/sister refugee pair from Zimbabwe. I’ve written about them a lot here and they are such special friends to me. If you’re into international news at all, you’ve seen the crisis that currently exists in Zimbabwe. If not, click here. They are under the rule of a very corrupt government, with their president using his power to cause major struggles and discord. Tapiwa and Itai were campaigning for the opposition party when things in their village became the scene for much of what you’re seeing on tv, home invasions and cruel murder of anyone who opposes the corrupt system of government. Tapiwa and Itai were doing just that.. campaigning for justice and peace. They left home to protect their families safety, and moved in with their sister in a nearby city. As the situation worsened, they eventually fled to Johannesburg where they waited and lived for 4 weeks in the bus station. Itai remembered that during a sermon at her church one day, an evangelist from Joburg had given out her phone number. She realized she had scribbled it down in the back of her bible, got it out, and made a call with a blind hope that this evangelist would answer. She did, and that lady is my friend Wapi (pictured and blogged about here). Wapi brought them here to Pretoria and they are living with us while establishing residency and refugee status here in South Africa. Again, if you keep up with the news, that’s no easy task. South Africa is unfortunately in crisis over their own xenophobia, which is the fear of foreigners. They are also out for any people coming from other countries within Africa. It’s been a nasty situation.. Tapiwa was stopped and sought out at a road block but escaped unharmed. This whole thing is a God story, my friends. Amidst it all they have kept such strength and joy.. its remarkable and very unreal to me. They know and love the Lord and it has been a blessing to watch. However, they have many needs. Right now, they have no money. We have purchased them a cell phone and a calling card so that they could call their mom and let them know (after 7 ½ weeks.. eeek.. try that on for size, mom!) that they are ok and in safe hands. Other than those possessions and some 5th hand missionary clothing, they have nothing.. and I mean nothing. They need shampoo, soap, lotion, hairbrushes, blankets, medicine, essentials for daily living, etc. Alabanza has taken them on staff, which means they eat, bathe, and sleep for free because they do work on the property. However, you don’t earn any money you just live on what they have here. They need money and desire to have jobs that bring them some financial gain. They can’t get into town because they need 12Rand a day to get a roundtrip ticket into town. Their needs may seem small to you, but they are big to them. They believe that God will provide.. if their story has moved you to give, please pray and contact me at lowrylg@gmail.com. As soon as I get your email we will go from there.

** Gugu’s school: Expansion Costs **
In my post-swazi post, you met GuGu, the lady who started the River of Life Christian school in the squatter camp. She is an amazing woman who has sacrificed her life to educate the poorest of the poor. She herself has no money and has a stipend that she sometimes gets. She has no car, she walks or comes by bus to her school everyday. When I think of her, the word fighter comes to mind. She fights for her children and has made them her priority. It’s obvious too, these children feel treasured and accepted in her presence (something they don’t feel anywhere else). We were sitting with her one day last week and we just started asking her about her dreams. We asked her “if you could do anything, be anywhere, what would you do and where would you go?” She said confidently “I’m right where I’m supposed to be”. Of course she said that! I’m sure you can picture us as we kept saying, “but really…” .. but she maintained her answer. She wouldn’t choose any other way of life. Thanks to a church sponsor the kids were able to get uniforms this year. The next movement for the school is to expand. The picture to the left is the school where they currently hold class. It works, but the holes and open air often make it difficult for learning. Her vision is to open a boarding school and take these children out of the squatter camp. She desires to teach them life skills and responsibilities to prepare them for the real world. THIS IS HUGE. No one I have met in Swazi cares enough or is willing enough to invest in children like this. These kids are the future of this dying nation, and they could be the very thing that turns it all around. She caught vision of this boarding school from The Lord nearly a year ago, but has no incoming support to even start the process. She already has the land where it can be built, she just needs to cover construction costs as well as the furnishings… daily expenses like eating and water will factor in as time goes on. Right now, she said she could build the 4-room building for 10,000 Rand. That is $1298.70 in America. It’s so do-able. If the River of Life story has moved you to give, please pray and contact me at lowrylg@gmail.com. As soon as I get your email we will go from there.

**Sachile: School Fees**
Sachile is the cutest little guy around. He was the 13th member of our team last year, doing most things as we did. He lived directly behind our homestead and some mornings we would find him dirty as if he had slept outside. We had no confirmation if he had in fact been kicked out of his house, but we know that the situation in his home was not good. The only family we knew he had was his grandfather, and what we heard about him wasn’t a healthy environment for a 7 year old. He is a special little guy who needs direction and guidance as he grows. Being parentless with no discipline or boundaries leaves a lot of room for pushing the limits. One of the AIM staffers told me that he needs the rest of his school fees to finish the year. He is attending now, but he has to stop if no one picks up this need. I know that there are different organizations involved in school placements in this area of Swaziland, but I’m not sure if he will continue to fall under their work or not. Just in case, I have placed his need here and if you’d like to keep him in school, please pray and contact me at lowrylg@gmail.com. As soon as I get your email we will go from there.


**Ncobile- University School Sponsorship**
Also in my “Releasing Expectations” post, I introduced you to my friend Ncobile. I don’t know how to describe her adequately, she is truly one of those people that you can’t find words to describe.. ask anyone who has met her. It is a blessing to call her friend, she is so much more to me than someone I know in Swaziland. She has been a faithful sister to me this year and I feel it a blessing to share life with her. She is so wise and desires NOTHING more than to be with the Lord. AIM (adventures in missions) has taken her on staff and she is currently in their discipleship program. She spends her days between driving around American teams in the big AIM van and discipling the youth in villages around Swazi. At one point last year, we were really seeking the Lord on having her come to America for a while.. and after much prayer we knew it wasn’t right. Ncobile wrote me one day, “theres just too much for me to do here.. it’s not time”. She isn’t running from the hardships that are pressing on her and her people, she is pressing into the hardships with strength from the Lord. I’m telling you, this girl is unreal.
Just before leaving Swazi last week, she opened her heart and became vulnerable about what she really felt the Lord was calling her to do. The Lord has been telling Ncobile that she was to go to school (university) to pursue her dream of Child Psychology. She said the Lord told her he would provide the finances, that she just needed to trust him. Then during our conversation, she broke down, saying that missionary after missionary had promised to send her the money, and hadn’t followed through. She was faithful in having the humility to ask, but they never came through with their end of the deal. After 2 years of waiting, she knows this is still the Lord’s will for her life and she’s waiting to see it come to life. Let’s come around her and support her dream of counseling the broken children of Swaziland.. that’s no small calling. If you feel led to give, please pray and contact me at lowrylg@gmail.com. As soon as I get your email we will go from there.

I'm praying that as The Lord leads, you and I will take an active role in meeting the needs of our brothers and sisters.

Some ‘giving’ verses to pray on:
“But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth” 1 John 3:17

“He has told you O man what is good and what does the Lord require of you, but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God..” Micah 6:8

As Paul is speaking on the cheerful giver he says, “.. This service that you perform is not only supplying the needs of God’s people but is also overflowing in many expressions of thanks to God for the obedience that accompanies your confession of the gospel of Christ, and for your generosity in sharing with them and with everyone else. And in their prayers for you their hearts will go out to you, because of the surpassing grace God has given you. Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!” 2 Corinthians 9:12-15

“Defend the cause of the weak and the fatherless, maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy: deliver them from the hands of the wicked” Psalm 82:3

Let me end by saying that I don’t want to be the one who comes to westernize this world and make it something that its not. This is NOT about handouts.. these people have meant so much to me and the Lord has made known to me their hearts. Know that these needs are not selfish, but are crucial to their lives and to the advancement of the Kingdom. Of course, these are not the only ones in need.. just the ones the Lord has shared with me.

Let’s pray about blessing them together.

-Lee

As if we have nothing..

I know I posted that we'd be headed to Swaziland today, but the team we are following there missed their flights from America, pushing them back to arrive today.. which pushes us back to leaving for Swazi to tomorrow... 4am tomorrow! YUCK!



But nonetheless, we are SWAZI-BOUND! I can hardly stand it.. I'm so ready!



I don't know what it was about Swazi that made my heart go nuts. Maybe it was the bloated-belly orphans that walked the streets in bare feet. Maybe it was the Go-Go's who juggled the pales of water on their head while carrying 30-pounds of infant on their back. Maybe it was the church services that made us feel like we just got done working out. Maybe it was the food.. wait, nevermind. Maybe it was the hospitals that seemed more like Mother Theresa's 'Home for the Dying' than a place of healing.. while all the while being the holding place for people with the greatest example of faith. Maybe it was the sunsets and how everyone of them seemed to out-do the last.



I dont know. Maybe it was all of those things. I think it was that I found the Lord in Swaziland. Outside of all the poverty, the killings, the stealing, the sexual and mental abuse.. I saw Jesus. He was there. I didn't take Him there.. He was already there.. He is there.



Amongst the broken and the poor is the greatest evidence of Jesus. Where the orphan sleeps, where the hungry eats, are the fingerprints of our God.

THERE IS HOPE IN THE HARD PLACES.



This must be why I fell in love and my heart has been groaning to get back.



You see at home, things are hard.. for sure. But honestly.. It's rare that I need to depend on the Lord. I know that I'll have a meal, a roof over my head. Even in my worst circumstances I am 'comfortable'. I don't find myself praying daily, hourly, by the minute, even, that the Lord will give me food and shelter. I don't have to believe that the Lord will protect me from death or rape because I'm not really afraid of that. I want to be dependent on the Lord like these people. I have to be. He commands that I be.



Lord help me.



This is cliche I know. Everyone who ever goes on a mission trip comes back with stories like this. If you are a part of a church, you hear this post outreach "change of perspective" testimony often. It's almost dull to us. But this is life and this is truth. WE MUST LEAN HARD INTO THE LORD AND TRUST HIM AS IF WE HAVE NOTHING.



Lord, come break the chains that hold everything distracting me from you. Make me like Job. Strip me of my security.. You are my safe place, my only safe place. You are the giver of every good thing and you promise that in surrender you bless... Release my of the need for things and show me daily that I don't deserve or need them to know you. Thank you for the things I take for granted but.. Lord, I want to want only you.





So I'm off to learn again what it means to believe God for who He says He is.. maybe it will stick this time.. :) More soon..


Lee






**side note: I've recieved a lot of emails asking about how you guys could support me in ministry. Because of the situation with the car (Theresa's car is not in working condition and after weeks of waiting we have decided to rent a car to get us to Swaziland), we've run into a lot of extra costs. We have the finances covered, but its hard to give to the people around us when our money is being sucked up by other things. We know we're supposed to be in Swazi so we are confident that the Lord will provide. So, if that was you who emailed me, I'm sorry I haven't replied but that is how you can help tangibly. Email me and let me know if you feel led to give in this way and I'll give you the information :). AND ... KNOW that we ALWAYS seek prayer support.. ALWAYS. Thanks for being so generous in giving to us. We are forever indebted to you!!

Finding home here

Hello Friends!

I hope you guys had a great holiday weekend surrounded by your friends and family!
4th of July is one of my favorites.. which is why this weekend was a bit more difficult than usual.
Being in Africa is unreal, and I can't tell you how blessed I feel to be here. I also can't tell you how clearly I heard the call to come back to Africa.. BUT.. If I told you that answering and resting in that call was EASY, I'd be lying. This weekend was HARD.

I miss my family and friends so much. It was hard to be away this weekend because I could all but smell the fun everyone was having. I wanted American barbeque, fireworks, and to hear the laughter of my sweet little cousins.

However, on my African 4th of July, serious homesickness began to creep in. I was craving a night out with my friends, a laugh with my mom, or even just a hug from my mom. None of which was tangible. I was having a ROUGH time to say the least.
In these homesick moments, I have had to lean hard into the Lord, knowing that He is the very essence of "family" to me. He is my Father, my provider, my sustainer, and my comfort and rest.

As I mentioned in my previous email, there are 2 Zimbabwean Refugees staying with us. Over the past couple of days, I 've learned more of their story. They are a brother and sister pair who were found in the marketplace and were chased out of their country because they were siding with the Opposition Political Party. They left behind a mother, and 7 other siblings under the age of 20. They faced a brutal execution, but got out just in time. They came by bus to Johannesburg and spent 2 weeks in the bus station. Almost a year ago, our friend Whopi (who also currently lives with us and who we do our hospital visits with) was preaching in Zimbabwe and left the congregation her phone number (which she always does after speaking). Well, Eti (the girl refugee) was in that congregation (a coincidence, NO WAY!) and took down the number and kept it safe. After being in the bus station for 2 weeks here in Joburg, she remembered she had the number Whopi gave out a year ago. She used her last Rand and called Whopi, who just happened to be an hour away. Whopi went and got them, and they are now staying with us.. it has been SUCH a blessing. Last night, I was eating with Eti and her brother, and she told me how she missed home and her family, and how she doesn't even know if they are safe (they also followed the opposition party). SHe told me that she worries because her father died 2 years ago and her ill mother has to care for all the remaining children. My stomach dropped. I felt like the biggest jerk ever. THis girl knows more pain due to distance than I have ever felt, and God-willing, more than I will EVER feel. SHE IS HOMESICK. She doesn't even know where her family is, and told me she will probably never know. She has no phone, no internet to stay connected...Yet, everyday, she makes me coffee before I wake, and she smiles when they ask her to clean the barn. She is, to me, the very defintion of STRENGTH and poise.

Like I said, this experience has me face-to-face with HUMILITY.

Lord, thank you for opening my eyes to something other than myself. Father, You are my Home and may I always be comfortable with just you. Bless Eti' and my family, may they know you as their peace and safety until we see them again.


Thank you all for your prayers, I FEEL THEM.
Keep it up, and let me know how I can do the same for you.

Also, if you haven't heard of the opportunity to give, check out the post below titled "It's Lee Again..".. it is at the very bottom. WE NEED YOUR HELP! Email or leave comments here if you are interested!


LOVE YOU GUYS!
LEE

PS: this sounds lousy coming after the subject of this post.. but.. I DO have a phone here in South Africa and I would love to hear from you! I receive FREE incoming calls. The time diff. is 8 hours..as in...when it's 8:00 am in the States, it is 3:00pm here. Skype is really cheap (23 cents a minute and you pay up front, no charges on your phone bill.. go to skype.com for more info) and unless I'm in the midst of ministry, I'll answer :) MY number (with Country code) is 27-078-325-6335.

It's LEE again..

***IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ MY UPDATE, PLEASE DO TAKE THE TIME TO READ THE LAST THING ON THIS POST.. THERE IS AN AMAZING OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU TO GIVE!! IT'S WAY MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANYTHING I HAVE TO SAY!****


Hey guys.. Forgive me for my lack of posts.. its been an INSANE couple of days (to say the least). As mom updated, we got to Johannesburg safely (and with no sickness!). After praying for 10 hours straight, our host family was right there when we arrived.. HALLELUJAH... the Johannesburg airport gives me the creeps :).

We arrived to Alabanza (our home base in South Africa) on Wednesday, and got in bed pretty much right after we got there. We were POOPED! One of the guys from our team last year, Sean, also came through Wednesday night and we stayed up to see him and his team. It was so good to be with him for the night. We spent time praying for him, and him for us and it was just what we needed to kickstart this journey! WE LOVE YOU SEAN!

The last few days have just been relaxing.. not much going on. I slept for most of the day yesterday, I was SERIOUSLY JET LAGGED! I finally got a shower on Thursday (I know I know.. dont judge me! ... just be glad you couldn't smell me..) The water (and everything else) in Africa just has a mind of its own.. its quite humorous and very humbling.

Today we spent the morning with two of our friends, Vuyo and Wopi, who are social workers at the hospital outside of Rustenberg. They took us with them to spend time with some of the patients they work with. We actually spent a couple of days here last year, and it was a surreal feeling to be back. God did SO MUCH last year there, and it was unreal to think He has me there again this time. SO COOL! We spent most of the time between the pediatric ward and the psych ward and it was a fruitful time of ministry. The psych ward was great.. I think it was my favorite. The people in this ward will keep you smiling and laughing for days! One lady cussed out her grandson for a straight hour.. mind you, he wasn't even there :).

We have had a little bit of a hard time getting around because the car Theresa bought here has been in the shop and again, "africa time" is much different than what we know (I must say though, this is a blessing because its so nice .. and needed.. to slow down for a bit. So refreshing!) We are hoping to have her car back by Monday, and if so, our ministry can get more underway.

We had a few issues with our host family in Swaziland, and we were pretty certain we would not be able to go. The missionaries there basically took back their offer to open their home to us (because they already have a full house) and we were so broken. If you know any of my stories last year, they all involved my precious GoGo and I was so upset that I wouldn't be able to be with her again.. BUT.. by the grace of God, an AIM member just happened to be at Alabanza Thursday morning, heard our story, and started opening doors for our return there. Honestly, it was just nothign short of a miracle. He opened his home to us and we'll be in a gated community a few miles from the village where we stayed last year. We can go anytime, and right now we are just waiting to see when the Lord will have us go. We are thinking maybe next week, but we aren't sure.. I'll be sure to let you know!

I have so much more to update.. but I'm running out of minutes. We are headed to the store after this and we are going to try and buy a wireless card that allows us to get on the internet from wherever we want.. Please pray that its feasible and not too expensive.. we are missionaries after all!

For now, I just have some prayer requests.. will you PLEASE join me in praying these things?

* team unity. Theresa and I are tired and we need your prayers to keep us strong. We are learning to rely on each other and it's not always easy

* the staff at Alabanza. They are INCREDIBLE. They serve selflessly and have given us so much hospitality. However, they are worn out. There are currently about 55 people staying there, and only 7 of them to facilitate every need (showers, beds, meals, etc). THEY NEED REST! Please pray for them!

*Our ministry time. We are desperate to dig in here, and we want to make sure we are going and doing as we are told. We alreayd feel a certain tug to certain things, but want to go in the right direction. We will not allow our time here to be wasted!

*Our health.. we are tired and it makes us so lethargic. Pray for energy.

*There are 2 Zimbabwe refugees currently staying with us. If you know anything about South Africa, you know that they are going through a time of "xenophobia".. it is where they are afraid of Africans from countries other than there own. Any immigrants found here in South Africa (not Americans, mom, don't worry!) are terrorized and most of the time tortured to death. Yesterday, they were in town for errands and faced a roadblock by the South African police. They both escaped without arrest, and our friend Dini picked them up in the bush last night. They will start the "Safe Refugee" papers on Monday.. please pray for safety until then!!

*They are 2 young boys, Taelo and Abel, staying at Alabanza as well and they are such servants! Taelo's house was recently robbed and he lost everything. He has had on the same thing since we arrived.. and its FREEZING HERE! When I asked him what he was praying for, he told me last night "oh yes, I am praying that God would provide somenew sneakers for me, I know I'll get them soon".. HE is a man of faith and its been so cool to listen to his stories (I told him I'd video tape him and put him on here for you to see. you'd be so amazed!!) If you'd like to give Taelo new shoes, they are about 25 American dollars and you can email me at lowrylg@gmail.com and I'll let you know how!


**** Last one, I promise.. PLEASE READ!*****
*Have you ever heard of Passion Conferences? If not go to 268generation.com and read up. It is an incredible movement of \ and The Lord used it to radically change my life. Well, Passion is coming to JOHANNESBURG! Theresa and I have been planning to work the event for some time, and we were hoping to get our friends at Alabanza signed up. When we got here, they would not stop mentioning it. THEY ARE DYING TO GO. My friend, Mariet, told me last night that "I have always dreamed!" to go. However, they are missionaries who live off of support (They are the team at Alabanza that I mentioned earlier) and do not have the money to go. It is only 100 Rand per person.. that is only about 14$ per person! 14$ THAT IS IT! So, after spending some time praying, I wanted to bring this need to your attention. There are 7 of them that want to go and I think we can make it happen. If you would like to give money for a ticket or for 1/2 a ticket.. PLEASE email me at lowrylg@gmail.com and we'll make it happen. If you don't feel led to give.. PLEASE JOIN US IN PRAYING THAT GOD WILL PROVIDE THIS MONEY! It would be such a blessed gift tothis people who rarely get to attend an event like this!



ENough... now. what is going on with you? How is life? How was your fourth of July?? Fill me in!!

OK.. now that I've written a book, I'm out!
I'll post more (with pictures) later!! Love you guys..


Lee

a blessing.. an honor.. a privilege..

day 2 of the blogging experience:
so. most of you know that i've grown up an Auburn kid. ya know, the whole legacy thing of "my mom, dad, brother, sister, aunt uncle, grandmother, grandfather, and mailman went to school here". its true.. well except for the dad and sister part. my dad went to school at the "other" college in alabama and well, i dont have a sister. so.. anyways back to my point.. i KNEW this is where I wanted to go to college. in fact, i only applied 3 other places and that was just to say i branched out. I had my mind set on the "loveliest village on the plains". I grew up war eagle-ing, rolling toomers corner.. i BLEED orange and blue.. i've been coming to games since i was born.. I dont know, this place is just a part of me. so ok, you get that. well, when I was a senior in high school, embarking on my college decision making process, i pretty much told God what I was going to do. AUBURN. that was it. no ifs, ands, or buts about it. plain and simple ..i made it clear. well, for some odd reason, God worked out EVERYTHING to get me here. all the money, all the major/program stuff, all the parents fears of letting me go that far away from home my first year. EVERYTHING. looking back I dont really know how it worked that I TOLD God something and it happened. but that was His providence. My first year was REALLY hard. I felt really alone and really afraid. I held really close the 4 or 5 friends I made, and didnt branch out much farther than that. I was too scared. I even began to question if Auburn was the right place for me. I heard all the stories of my high school friends having all kinds of "fun" and I really wasn't able to relate. I think that intimidated me more than anything. I was SO prideful. I wanted to be able to relate, to tell them all these crazy cool stories about all the college fun i was having. I didn't want to admit that my decision actually may not have been the best for me. STILL I PRAYED. I prayed and prayed and prayed again that God would reveal himself to me somewhere in this town. well.. long story made short (well kinda).. He did. It wasn't until this year though... like 3 months ago. I never thought He'd answer to be honest. I had almost convinced myself that packing up and going home just might be the answer. I would just hop to and from schools until I felt I was in the right place. Again, I was just going to do what I THOUGHT WAS RIGHT. ugh! im such a loser! luckily, by His divine appointment, I was able to really see where He was leading me and what His will was for my life right now. IT'S HERE. THIS TOWN. AUBURN, AL. crazy i know. and this story has probably confused you more than ever. He actually had me where I had wanted all along. I wanted to be here just simply because HE was the very one who placed Auburn on my heart.. yes, even as a child.. because He knew it was right He knew what would be happening on this campus. He knew my desires., but prior to this, I had made it my decision.. my doings, not His. I hadn't given Him any credit. Even though this is where I wanted to be, I didn't allow Him to show me that. finally, He stepped in and His will became known to me during a special service at Encounter one night. After hurricane katrina, actually the very day after, we had church. and by church I mean blowing the roof off, real-what-God-intended-"church"-to-be-church. Matt, our campus minister, was ready to hold a special service (unbeknownst to him at the time just HOW special it was to be..) remembering and honoring those who were in the midst of strife in New Orleans, and other hard-hit areas. He began to speak that God was not a God of confusion, but One of peace (1 corinthians) and that He would not let this chaos and disorder defeat us. It was encouraging in a time of deep sadness and fear for our safety. But the most amazing time came when Matt felt the Lord calling him to take off his brand-new tennis shoes at the altar and lay them as a sacrifice for the King. He knew that the people in the devastated areas needed those dry, comfy shoes way more than he did. He began to challenge us (all 1000 of us) to take off our shoes.. no matter the name brand, the wear and tear, or the price.. and lay them at the altar as a sacrifice. I will not lie to you.. it was hard. I'm a girl and I LOVE SHOES. I was ashamed of how hard it was for me to take off my flip-flops, walk down the aisle and lay them at the feet of my Jesus. EMBARASSING. but the walk back to my seat is where God stepped in and spoke tenderly into me. I could feel the fuzzy carpet on my bare toes, and I looked down to see only my flesh. no fabric, nothing. just my feet. the first verse that came to mind was "how beautiful are the feet that bring good news".. how BEAUTIFUL WERE OUR FEET AS WE LAID DOWN OUR SHOES FOR HIM. tears welled up in my eyes and I just began to weep for my King. I saw precious women of Jesus lay their shoes down.. i saw big, tough God-fearing men lay shirts, books, bibles and shoes at the altar. and all across the room were BARE FEET. these bare feet that were the testament to our God. to our King. to our Redeember and Provider. and all they were were shoes. I saw North Face shoes, vasque boots, rainbows, reefs, yellowbox, nikes, new balance.. every kind of shoe you could imagine.. all laying at His feet. As we all began to sing and shout His praises after our amazing experience, God's favor began to fall on the sanctuary. God's presence was more thick than i have ever experienced. no retreat, no conference, no Passion,.. nothing compared to it. all for shoes. all to take what was on our feet to lay at His feet. This is when I knew that God wanted me here. I feel it an honor, a privilege, and one of God's GREATEST blessings to be a part of this community. Auburn is tied with Texas A&M for the number one public school with the greatest concentration of Christian students, and it is with great pleasure and PRIDE that i tell you.. these people are REAL. they are servants, leaders.. they are MEN AND WOMEN of integrity. a generation of believers. it is just a pleasure to be in their presence. CHURCH: IM SO PROUD TO BE A PART OF YOU.

God, you are soo good to me and I thank you that by your Divine placement, i am EXACTLY where I need to be. Resting in Your will is truly AMAZING.. and is nothing short of what you have promised me. May I follow you whereever it is that YOU lead me, and not trace my own selfish path. May I remember that it is not about Grace Campus, or Wesley, or any other organization, but it is about YOU. Thank you for Auburn, my amazing new friends and family, and the chance to see a generation that LIVES TO GLORIFY YOU. amen and amen and AMEN.