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2010-01-29T12:07:00.000-08:00

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2009-07-23T13:05:00.000-07:00

i'm home.
i'll write in a few days.

not ready.

2009-07-18T03:18:00.000-07:00

nothing to write-
other than i'm not ready to leave.

my piece...

2009-07-09T08:00:00.000-07:00

Despite the many things on my mind that I would like to share, the Lord has particularly laid on my heart to post something that I wrote in my journal a while back. In all honesty, I am not sure why, and acutally, I wrote this piece with the intentions of not sharing it. Although this is not necessarily what I want to write, I cannot ignore the presence of His quiet whisper. I hope that this writing, entitled, "my piece" serves as a blessing to you.

"my piece"

i arise with a timid spirit.
the sun awakens and i begin longing- longing for home.
i aimlessly wander, clinging to Him- my creator.
i step with strides of fear, eyes scanning the empty horizon.
the depths of my soul, hungry; the weight on my heart, heavy.
i crave words, pinpointing each breath.
i have nothing.

a tiny figure becomes visible.
despite storms of dust and plagues of distraction-
my eyese fix on one thing; a child.
no longer do i long for home- for home is just ahead.

physically, i hold back, allowing the shadowed figure to draw near.
yet my spirit, alive and restless-
i yearn for the gaze of this precious child to reach my own.
finally, eyes meet and i am found- lost in Christ himself.

her tiny frame stands still- fearfully trapped.
i bend down and extend my hand.
as i reach out, this small child begins forward
her every step reflecting the faith to move mountains.

soon she rests in the warmth of my arms.
my spirit, complete- here i am home.
no longer do i aimlessly wander, no longer my soul starved.

as i gaze upon her precious beauty, i am aware of one thing-
Christ's love alone.
the curves of her face, the grip of her hand leave three words on my lips:

"thank you, daddy"

this is where i am. this place, home. every day- one small child.
beginning as a tiny figure, distant and cold-
ending as a precious daughter, near and warm.

this tiny frame is Jesus himself-
who am I to touch him every day?

July 6

2009-07-06T06:40:00.000-07:00

I feel bad for not writing recently, however, in all honesty we have not been up to much. We were supposed to be off to Livingstone for a week to have a few days of vacation and then 5 days of visiting children, however, the day before we were supposed to leave we had some unexpected complications.

When our visas were issued, they were marked Business which are 30 day visas, unrenewable. So, when we went to the Immigration office to have them renewed, obviously that wasn't going to happen.

So, after many trips back and forth to the Immigration office, Airport, etc., we still do not have our visas. Because of this, we cannot travel, and have had some down time (to say the least). Despite being a bit upset that we cannot go to Livingstone, I have come to see that for me, God had very different plans.

For now, I rejoice in this time (illegal as it may be) and cling to the hope that this is exactly what the Lord had in store.

secu yamene una badwa

2009-07-03T09:29:00.000-07:00

Two decades.
I look back and wonder-
How am I here, how has this come to be?
I think back on all He’s done-
Captivated now, by His will for me-

Today.
I am humbled by His presence-
Constant and pure.
His word, constantly teaching
His hands, constantly reaching
What He’s done, just today, amazes me.

Twenty Years.
A long time, yet just a glimpse-
I wonder what He has planned for tomorrow-
Where will I be?
It’s in thinking about where I will be in another twenty years that leaves my spirit lingering-

I can only imagine.

----

There is nothing more beautiful than being here on my birthday.
What the Lord has done in me, just on this very day, is absolutely incredible- beyond measure.

It is amazing to think about the reality that before I was even knit together in my mother’s womb, God knew that I would be here, with these people, on this very day. He knew exactly what He would speak to me as my spirit rose to this new day- and exactly how he would reveal His love to me, today- His love consumes me.

His love.
His love.
His love.

I could say it over and over.

I am left encouraged by His Word:

“Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.” (Hebrews 12:28-29)

emotional battle.

2009-06-29T23:36:00.000-07:00

My time spent in Kafue could best be described as an emotional battle. Saturday morning, awakened by the Lord, I was aware that my time spent there would not be easy- however, little did I know what was yet to come.

The night before was difficult. Thinking about seeing my girls from last year again left me anxious, nervous, excited, scared, and questioning what the next few days would bring. It wasn't until I got in the car on Saturday morning, that I realized just how much of my weekened would be much different than how I expected it to be.

I got in the car. Humphrey was quiet. I asked him how he was doing, he said, "fine." I knew something was not right. No more than 30 seconds passed, and his mouth began to move, sharing that last evening, one of our Orphans (Ophrey) had passed away.

If you know my story of Ophrey, you know that I associate his name with the Hope of Jesus Christ. If you know what happened last year while I was here, you would understand how devastated this left me.

As I sat in the car, quietly, now in shock, I wondered if the joy of seeing my girls would even exist amongst the pain of this loss.

---

We made it to Uncle Bushe's (a retreat center where I had stayed last year) and it brought back many incredible memories. Walking down the roads in Kafue felt so good- a place I had known so well once before. My spirit excited, interested in what was to come.

I could write forever about my time in Kafue. I could write about each one of my children, once a little girl, now bigger and stronger- and my time with them. I could write about the pain of leaving them again, knowing I won't see them again for a while- but it is just too much to write.

To put things plainly, time in Kafue was an emotional battle. From the joys of seeing some of my little girls, to the pains of losing Ophrey- from the excitement of being back in Kafue, to the suffereing of some of the children- from the anxiousness of seeing them, to the heart breaking reality of those not sponsored- from the joy of hearing the blessings from the Lord, to the tragedy of hearing a child talk aboout shane(one of my teammates from last year that tragically passed away after returning), wondering when he will come back, all in the mean while, in the back of my head just imagining how devastated this child would be to know that shane is gone.

Joy amongst pain. Beauty amongst disaster. Laughter amongst tears. Hope amongst sorrow.

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I have yet to find words to explain my encounters with my girls. I have however, been able to write of my experience at Ophrey's funeral. This will conclude this post:

I wasn't expecting this.
I never thought we would actually ever lose one.
Ophrey- last year, a story of hope.
This year- his funeral.
I never thought I would have to do this.

I walk in- the church filled with mourners.
I am somber in spirit; nervous, scared, alone.
His body carried in, a small casket resting on sunken shoulders.

Then, I hear it. Over the silent cries of all the people gathersed- to women screaming-
their breaths, unable to fill their lungs.
the sound of grief- piercing.

i look to my left. a man, tears falling into his hands, cupped below.
i look forward- the Boy's Bregade- Ophrey's best friends.
i look down, my finger tips damp, with black streams of mascara, smeared.
i hold it in.

my eyes continue to scan the church.
i find myself angry- in disbelief.
Not that he's gone- but that all these people are here- at his funeral, screaming.
he lived alone. he's been alone. where were they then?
who am i to judge, yet, I find myself angry.

Then I am asked to speak.
I stand, exit the pew, and bow down before his casket.
I stand at the podium, and give my words.

As I stand before the church, my stomach aches. My knees weak. My eyes full, hindering my sight.
All I can see is one woman- she stands up and leaves the room. Another, burries her face in her hands.
I can't do this. This can't be happening.

I return to my seat. My heart pounding. I cry.
I feel a hand on my back- we pray.
my tears drown out the sounds.

I can't write more. I saw him, his lifeless body-
I remember him last year, weak and sick, yet carrying hope and life-
im sad. i hear the women.
i turn around and see them, collapsed on the ground yelling his name.
im angry, yet compassionate.

i just walk away.

elsewhere...

2009-06-26T00:18:00.000-07:00

I will begin by a few words from a song I love,

"The splendor of the King, clothed in majesty, let all the earth rejoice, let all the earth rejoice."

Over the last few days, the splendor of the King surely has been demonstrated. I am unable to even truly touch on his majesty, and humbled in knowing that I cannot begin to fathom how great our God really is. It is incredible to be in the position I am, and I often wonder who am I to be so blessed as to be able to experience His love so tangibly each day.

I've been working on a piece of writing to capture what is is that the Lord has me here for. As I reflect and ponder on my experiences it is simple. The moment I pick up my sharpie, my scribbles turn into rubbish. I simply cannot spit it out.

It's extremely frustrating. Not only do I desire to work on this piece, but I also long to capture the beauty of every encounter that lingers in my mind. I think back on so many, recently and long ago, that I still have yet to find the prose. I long to put them on paper, allowing the beauty of each precious adjective to describe realities. I long to include them in my beautiful collection of treasured writings, rising to life in a journal given to me by my dear, Korrine. I simply cannot do it though.

more later.

i want s'more...

2009-06-23T22:59:00.000-07:00

The last two days we have been out in Chongwe, camping away and working at Camp Hope. For those of you who know about my time in Zambia last year, this time, my role at camp is much different. The last two days I have been basically working on the registers, making sure each child (around 300) has been registered with the correct information and has been placed in the appropriate group. It has been a huge task, but fun somehow.

I am a bit sad though. Don't get me wrong, Camp (as an Intern)is full of many blessings, however I am not getting super close to many children. I enjoy so much hearing their stories, holding them, loving on them, and sharing with them the Love of Christ. This is something I miss terribly. Despite my troubles, I am extremely blessed to be able to watch others experience what I once have. It brings me great joy to see others, using the gifts that the Lord has blessed them with, in order to bless and love these children. It is incredible to see.

I have many things that I have seen, yet not a whole lot to say. We've had fun! Two nights ago, we were in one of the My Father's House orphanages and one of the children came out with bed sheets stuffed tightly in his clothes. It was hillarious. He was dancing around and all the children were laughing and chanting for him. It was absolutely hysterical.

Another exciting thing, from last night actually, is we sat around a table with candles (because we don't have power) and we roasted marshmallows and made s'mores. We taught one of our Zambian friends about S'mores, and I think he enjoyed it. I sure did!

Well, I better get going. Before I do that though, I would like to share one piece that I had written in my journal a day or two ago. It is about a little boy named Justin, who lives in one of the My Father's House homes:

My arms cradled around his little body. he breathes in and out; quiet, still. his cheeks quickly dampen; warm tears slowly falling down.

everyday- a smile on his face. excitement, but deep down- pain. he is scared- scared to lose again- scared to risk- scared to be alone.

this evening- there it was. behind all the smiles, the giggles- and fun - the pain of a borken childhood. nine years old- a boy- broken; in my arms.

his body, warm against mine. his tender- little face, resting sweetly against my chest. he clings to me-

again i experience it-
i never want to let go.....

monday morn....

2009-06-21T20:40:00.001-07:00

Hello Everyone!

Sorry it has been a while, things have been quite busy! We are actually taking off this morning for Chongwe for the week, where we will be camping in tents for Camp. We are very excited that our first camp is finally here, and we are eager to see what the Lord is going to do.

I will not have access to the internet for a while, so blogs wont be up for a few days. I will make sure to write plenty, and then update my blog when I get home.

Time here is wonderful. The Lord continues to do many things and speak to my heart in many ways. I will have lots to share upon my return.

Well, I better be off.

Love,
Soph

2009-06-19T17:06:00.000-07:00

oh today was quite incredible.
it began with the official opening ceremony for the My Father's House Orphan Homes in Chongwe village.
it ended with strawberry, green apple, and blue raspberry airheads. yum.
in between these events, i experienced an incredible amount of joy, peace, confidence, and excitement.

I will just recap on a few things:

Espina. Bianca. Lista. Catherine.
These little ones, I just cannot get enough. The sound of their precious giggles continues to bring warmth to my inmost being. The tenderness of their touch lingers on my skin. The joy in their hearts, engraved in my mind.

Harmony.
Another experience that I cannot get enough of. Sitting on the porch with Cypheen, with guitar in hand, singing. Looking at the sky, the sunset, the horizon. Feeling the breeze. Precious melodies, with harmonies weaving in and out. The chords. Beautiful. Singing to Jesus. Blessing.

Airport.
Aly. Gianna. Mikey. It's been almost a year. Excitement. I've been longing for this moment.

Short Term New-Be Arrival
Talking with them. Sharing the blessings of this place. Hearing their stories. Answering questions. Encouraging. The Lord has called His people - this will be incredible.

i think this is enough for now. im exhausted.
many blessings in Christ Jesus,
soph

joy.

2009-06-17T04:15:00.000-07:00

phone vibrates. private caller. i answer. familiar voice - it's mom.

my smile remains.

tune my ears

2009-06-16T05:08:00.001-07:00

There is something about this place that stills me.

I am constantly reminded that tuning my ears is far more important than loosing my tongue, and in that, I become still.

So much of me longs for a day where I would be able to converse with these lovely people in their language. So much of me, as we go out visiting children, wishes I could easily just talk with them. Despite the difficulty to communicate verbally, the Lord has revealed to me this:

In my most intimate times with the Him, words are not used. Words, meaningless jumbles of letters and sounds, honestly just create greater division. Similarly to intimacy with Christ, the more and more time I spend with the orphans here, the more and more I realize that intamacy with them is not reached through words, rather it is fostered in silence. My tongue need not be loose- my voice need not be heard- my ears must be tuned - my heart open.

I am yet again, asking for forgiveness, for my words seem to fail so much of what I experience here. I am easily annoyed with my inability to express basically everything I experience here however, just as I begin to listen, the Lord begins to speak.

"But the Lord is in his holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him." -Habakkuk 2:20

"The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." - Zephaniah 3:17

"He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul." - Psalm 23:3

All I can think of is little Bianca.
We've never shared a word, yet, a love so deep runs thick between us still.
I believe this is the Love our King has for his children, indeed.

Jesus, tune my ears.

Kitwe (June 11-15)

2009-06-15T09:39:00.000-07:00

Hi All! Well, I just returned back home (Kalingalinga) after a 5 day trip to the city of Kitwe. Kitwe is a beautiful town, much less busy compared to Kalingalinga and Lusaka. I very much enjoyed my time there.

My time in Kitwe was spent with Mary Leslie and OVCC Coordinators Trudy and Susan. Mary Leslie and I were very blessed by being able to stay at a Retreat Center called St. Andrews. It was very nice and we even had a remote controlled shower (amazing). Breakfast and dinner were served to us off a menu, and our laundry was done by one of the ladies who works here. We also enjoyed getting to know the staff here. Simon and David seem to enjoy our company as well, joining us for dinner each evening.

So, our mission for our time in Kitwe was to visit all the sponsored kids in this town. There are 21 sponsored children spread out in various compounds and villages, so we kept very busy. I suppose for each day I will share with you the children we visited and then also, one or two stories from that day.

Thursday- Bus trip and arrival. Exciting story : “Bus Stop”

Friday- On Friday we visited 8 children in Chemwemwe and Kamwala. The children’s names were Cindy, Esnart, Matthew, Violet, Elizabeth, Florence, Christopher, and Mbaya. A few things that stick out in my mind from visiting these children are: Elizabeth (10 years old) quoting Psalm 121 and saying that her help comes from God; Florence explaining to us how she knows the love that God has for her because each day she spends at school is another miracle; and Mbaya explaining that he remembers when his dad died and he had no hope, but now, God’s provision of a sponsorship has provided that hope. These are just a few moments that I remember.

Another experience that I had today truly revealed to me yet another aspect of Zambian culture. After walking between 10-12 kilometers, we were invited by one of Auntie Susan’s dear friends to join her in her little grocery store/bakery for some scones and soda. This lady, I cannot remember her name, was a retired nurse who had opened this little shop to continue making money for her family. When she saw us outside, she immediately offered us her hospitality, without thinking twice at what it would cost her. She sat us down at a small table in the corner of her shop and served us each a soda and a scone and sat down and ate with us. This may not seem like a huge deal, however, I can only imagine how much she just sacrificed to serve us freely. It is incredible to me that this woman, age 70, was so welcoming, even so much as to put food on the table for us to enjoy, when I’m not sure how much food is on her table at home. This was very humbling and extremely enjoyable.

One last thing from Friday that really sticks out in my mind was an encounter I had with a small boy named Sagie. Sagie was one of the sponsored children’s (Matthew, I’m pretty sure) friends, and happened to be playing in the yard when we arrived. As the sponsored child came in, I invited Sagie in as well. The entire time that we spent in this home, talking with Matthew about his sponsorship and what God has done in his life, Sagie’s heart was visible through the look on his face and his very presence in this home. We offered to pray for both Matthew and Sagie, and I cannot explain to you the look on Sagie’s face when we placed our hands on him to pray. A look of disbelief. A look of thankfulness in the Lord. A look of blessing.

Oh also, as we were eating dinner, one of the Nuns that works here invited Mary Leslie and me to visit the orphanage she works at on Sunday. She gave us her number and we told her we would call her.

PS Mary Leslie and I went to bed at 8 and slept for 11 hours. We were exhausted.

Saturday- Another long day of visits. The children we visited were David, Charles, Albert, Helen, Hosea, Isaiah, Victoria, Wamulume, and Constance. Rather than sharing stories from the day, rather I will copy some of the letters the children wrote to their sponsors. I will not give names, for privacy reasons however, these are very touching:

“Dear Sponsor, For the first of all I would like to say thank you for what u have done to me through Jesus Christ. And my pray to God that he continue blessing u and your families because when my parents past way I was thinking that it is the end of my life but for the love have of my Christ he started take care of me through u people. May the good Lord continue protecting u all. God protecting your properties life business what ever u do I pray God will be their first. God will continue protecting you people and add more days to your lives.”

Another.

“Thank you for sponsoring me. May you continue the same spirit. May the Almighty God continue blessing you. And pliz don’t give up continue doing this not just to me but even to others. Without I wouldn’t have known what to do but it’s God’s grace and care that he whispered in his slow soft voice that there is someone somewhere who needs help and you did it. May God bless you!!!”

One more.

“I am proposing this letter to you to hear my thankfulness and my kindness so that you continue to be precious to me and my family. So that we can concentrate on Jesus together. I’m grateful and strongly thankful to you. May the all might God bless u all the time!!! BYE! From your beloved daughter!”

I am almost moved to tears reading some of these.

A few other quickies for my Saturday recap: Mary Leslie and I were talking with Auntie Susan and Trudy and thanking them, because we know we’ve kept them incredibly busy and Auntie Susan replied with a simple question that made my entire day. She asked, “Well, isn’t that what parents are for?” We all laughed it off, but deep inside, I was truly touched. One other thing that Auntie Susan did that was hilarious on Saturday was while we were sitting down for lunch outside a small shop. An extremely intoxicated man had come up to greet in a very inappropriate manner and Auntie Susan started yelling at him. After he finally left, Mary Leslie asked Auntie Susan what she had said to him. She replied, “I told him, I used to fight!” We laughed. She’s amazing.

bus stop -

2009-06-15T09:37:00.000-07:00

Holy Cow, what a day! Truly after today I feel as if I have experienced Zambian culture at it’s best, haha.

It all began when we pulled in to the bus station. Now, this bus station is not the same type of station where all the little blue busses congregate, but rather where the large (long distance) busses are. We (Humphry (Zambian EOH staff member), Paul, Katie, Jess, Mary Leslie, and me) were all riding in EOH’s big SUV, when almost the split second we pulled in, many Zambian men “pounced” on the car. Literally, men were everywhere- faces up to the windows, shouting through cracks- pounding on the doors. Muffled voices yelling “Mzungu” “Come” “Madaam” - men arguing over whose bus we would get on. This is all still before we even stepped foot outside of the SUV.

I was in the middle of the back seat. We opened the doors. Humphrey had insisted that we stay close to him, and not talk to any of them. I stepped out. Four men instantly surrounded me - shouting all sorts of things, all pointing at their busses. I attempted to make my way to the trunk of our SUV and I grabbed my bags. Humphrey soon yelled, “Sophie, come here!” (I think my extremely white hair adds to the insanity just a tad) Although it was quite lovely that Humphrey was looking out for me, ha, all the men soon began yelling, “Sophie, come with me.” “Sophie, your hand?” “Sophie, where are you going? “Sophie, I take you…” The list goes on.

Finally after about 10 minutes of that, Mary Leslie and I had gotten on our bus. We sat down, almost in a state of disbelief, sighed and just began to laugh. (Might I add one word - we began to laugh HYSTERICALLY)

The bus ride- oh another whole new experience. Not at all like the mini bus transportation- just as crazy though. I’m pretty sure that I had hmmm, maybe 1 square foot of space- (okay a little more than that) but it was me, my seat, my bag in my lap, Mary Leslie on one side, and another woman on my other side. Legs touching, arms touching- the whole nine yards. So ahead of us we had a 5 ½ hour trip - it was hot. Zambian soap operas, Beyonce Wannabe home videos, and ridiculous African Adventure movies played on the screens. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better-

We made a stop in some village and before people could even get off at their stop, people (men mainly) had already gotten on the bus, trying to sell us things in the aisles. Let me just give you a glimpse of the variety; from chips and pop to hair combs and mirrors. From chocolate ice cream treats and popsicles to giant sticks of Zambeef jerky. This was another one of those moments where Mary Leslie and I just looked at each other and laughed, thinking that this could not actually be happening.

After a long, hot 5 ½ hours, we had finally reached Kitwe. If I can be 100% completely honest with you, Id say that no matter what words I scribble next- they will not even come remotely close to this crazy reality.

African busses have tinted windows. Somehow though- people outside have the ability to see the only 2 mzungus (white people) in the place through these windows. Imagine- an enormous mob now raging outside of bus- Mary Leslie and me with our bags, attempting to get off - oohh goodness, something you almost just have to witness.

Every single inch of room I may have just had- GONE. It is something like a trap I swear. A collapse of the entire city. Luckily Mary Leslie and I had spotted Auntie Susan and Trudy (Kitwe OVCCs) before getting off the bus, so they shoved their way to reach us. It was hilarious. Men screaming “Come with me!” “Taxi!” “Here, Madaam, Come!” “I will take you!” Just so you know, Auntie Susan takes none of this. Let’s just say I’m glad she was on our side! After escaping the mob, which seemed like forever, Trudy and Auntie Susan told us that the bus ahead of ours had a famous African Actor on it. He was hanging out of the window and so tons of people were there to see him. That’s why this tiny little Kitwe station, was so crazy.

I wish I would have had a video camera.
You’d enjoy a little glimpse of Zambia when a few movie stars and some mzungus come to town

-bus stop.

2009-06-10T13:37:00.000-07:00

Two days ago, Mary Leslie shared with me a verse that continues to linger in my heart and mind; 2 Corinthians 8:14 which says,

At the present time your plenty will supply what they
need, so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need.

This verse speaks to the flawless plan of our Mighty King, Jesus Christ. The perfection and complete truth of this verse that is reflected in my daily experiences here in Zambia is difficult to describe. As Mary Leslie wrote in the margin of my bible, “ As we are physically wealthy, we give to the poor (money, food, visits, physical things, etc.) and in turn they give back to us their spiritual wealth. As we give to them, we are not depleted.” Just as the verse says, my plenty supplies what they need, and in turn, their plenty supplies what I need. Looking from an eternal perspective, contradictory to Earthly measures, I am fully aware that I am the one labeled as, “poor.”

Well, today really was a great day. We spent the morning and early afternoon in Chongwe again, training Camp Hope teachers and also spending time with the children in the My Father’s House homes. Today the children’s faces were radiating the love of the Lord.

Espina. Bianca. Two treasured daughters of the Kingdom of God.

Espina. I wrote a bit about yesterday. She’s five, absolutely adorable, and very shy. The last two days she has worn a pair of blue cotton pants and a light purple Whinnie the Pooh shirt. She is so precious. Espina is very tender and very snuggly. She knows little English, but that, in all honesty, hinders nothing. She loves giving butterfly kisses and she likes it when I tickle her and kiss her little cheeks. She almost always giggles a bit.

Anyways, as soon as we got off the bus today she made her way right to me. She put her arms up indicating that she wanted me to pick her up. With the little that she knows about me, she sure seems to know how to put a smile on my face.

This morning was chilly so I wrapped my fleece coat around her as I held her. She put her head right into my shoulder, and just rested. I cradled her little body close to mine, and experienced something similar to last year - I didn’t ever want to let go. To even just try to imagine all this little child has gone through- all that she has seen, heard, lost- I cannot even begin to imagine. All I want to do is just be with her, all the time, loving her and holding her. It was much harder today to wave goodbye through the bus window, than it was yesterday. I cannot wait to see her again.

Bianca. My little B. Oh, she is just the cutest thing. I think she is 4, but am not totally sure. Thinking of ways to describe B, hmm…..it’s hard. Her little cheeks and her cute little smile just radiate the light and love of the Lord. Her giggle is contagious and her tender touch is incredible.

Each time I pick B up, the first thing she does is squeeze her legs so tight around my waist. Immediately after, she looks straight into my eyes, and places her hands on my face. She moves her hands over my hair, feeling the smooth silky texture that is so foreign to her. She clings closer every minute. I hold her tight, she tilts her head and smiles. Each time I say, “Hi Bianca, Hey Little B!” her teeth sneak out from behind her little smirk.

I think she loves it when I call her B. Anytime that she is playing and I see her, I call her name, she runs and leaps into my outstretched arms. It is the most precious thing. Her skirt hiked up high on her belly makes her that much cuter. Her little fingers caressing my skin as she gazes into my eyes- she also knows how to make me smile.

There were many other things that put a smile on my face today- many blessings from God through these little children. Mary Leslie and this little boy were making goofy faces for so long today. It was absolutely hilarious. Every time I think about it I just start cracking up.

Well, I actually need to head off to bed. Tomorrow early in the morning, Mary Leslie and I will be headed out of town to Kitwe for the next five days. I am bringing my computer, however most likely there will not be internet. I will make sure to keep writing, so that when I do have access, I can upload all of the blog posts.

Well, hope all is well.

Love love love!
Rejoice, for the Love of Jesus can be seen on each and every child’s face.

Sophers

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday....

2009-06-09T11:12:00.000-07:00

Again, sorry it has been a few days. Not a whole lot to write about. I have been busy working on Orphan Update Reports and training EOH Volunteers, so life has been busy but somewhat uneventful, haha.

Sunday we rested, which was lovely. Mary Leslie and I spent some time at a little café which was so beautiful and we also did a bit of shopping at a market. Chelsea and Jessica K were also with us while shopping.

Monday we stayed in the office and worked. Some of the team went out and did visitations, but a few of us were not feeling well, so we took the afternoon off. I slept basically the entire day, laying down at 1:00 and sleeping until 4:45 and then going back to bed around 9:00 and sleeping until 7:00 in the morning. I have felt much better today.

Today we went out to Chongwe and visited two of the My Father’s House homes that I actually helped build last year. It is incredible to see children in them now…they look SOOOO wonderful. A little girl today just stayed by me all day today- her name is Espina and she is five. Absolutely precious.

Anyways, we helped today training EOH Volunteers who will be the teachers/translators at Camp Hope. Camp Hope is coming up in two weeks, so we are getting ready for that.

Besides our list of things we have been doing, I am spiritually growing a lot and the Lord is speaking very clearly to me. It is incredible what I have been missing in the last few months, even just not allowing my ears to be open to truly hearing Christ’s voice. It is incredible.

I love it here so much. Today we had a binge eating day, where we devoured lots of cookies and chips, and my stomach is telling me I probably shouldn’t have done that, haha.

Well anyways, if you run into my mom or dad make sure to say happy anniversary!!!! It is their 25th and that sure is a milestone. Just ask them and I’m sure they’ll tell you how incredible that is, having made it almost 20 years with me as a daughter--- hah!

Well, sorry I don’t have any incredible stories or anything super great! Know that I am thankful for your continued support and am looking forward to writing again soon!

Love and in Christ,
Soph

may your kingdom come...

2009-06-06T12:57:00.000-07:00

I will begin by saying that words utterly fail me. I almost think it is too early to even be writing about what I experienced today, but I also know that it is a blessing for me to deliver to you news and updates as to how my time is being spent and what the Lord is doing. So, forgive me, and know that words indeed, may never be sufficient.

Today, Mary Leslie, Katie and I did visitations in Kalingalinga. Kalingalinga is the town which we live in, and also has four large divisions between compounds where the sponsored children are located. We met Margaret (OVCC Coordinator for Kalingalinga) at the EOH office this morning, and headed out to visit six children.

There were so many incredible stories, however, I cannot even remember enough to write about most of them, because only one stands at the forefront of my mind. Particularly, this encounter was with a 16 year old girl named Esther, her little sister named Zalelapi and their widowed mother.

We were welcomed into their home, graciously. Esther had been waiting for a visit soon, and she was very excited that we were there. By their welcoming, I was already touched.
We asked Esther questions just as we are supposed to for our sponsorship update responsibilities, however, the moment she began talking, I knew this would be different. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her, that my life wouldn’t be the same when it was time to leave that home. I sit here in tears now able to recognize that I indeed, will never be the same.
I will try to explain as I have in my journal:

The room was dark, a slight breeze moving across the room. A corner of sunlight, a patch of warmth- present in their home. On a chair I sat, with lace and garments - Esther next to me - mother and sister on the floor. I looked around. I breathed in, and breathed out. I listened to her voice, while out of the corner of my eye, noticing the lingering spirit of the little one on the floor. Mother got up - left to tend to something. We talked. Words escaped her mouth claiming a truth that I have yet to wrap my mind and spirit around; “I cannot even consider myself an orphan,” she says. “ I have Him (Jesus), and you are here. You are looking out for me- Jesus is my father.” My heart left shaken- strength beyond measure.

She began to cry. I followed, lifting this precious child up to Jesus himself. He came. Jesus walked into the room, and held onto this child - his very own. As we continued to pray, my eyes were opened to see a child on the floor, lame- unable to walk, also a daughter of our Mighty King. It was Jesus himsel who prompted me to stand, to sit, and to place her on my
lap - cradling her in the comfort of His holy name.

I held her; Zalelapi. Thirteen years- her size that of an 8 year old. Her legs twisted, her ankles loose- her gaze-straight ahead. Her body tense and chilled, a result of her position on the concrete. I moved my fingers along her back, and neck. She attempted every turn to look into my eyes, but managed only once to meet- that, my Father knew, was enough.

Longing. Her limbs- lifeless- yet her spirit- on fire. Her eyes- transparent; an outcast, bearing pain. Her body longing- to run and to leap; her spirit trodden. I lifted each leg, dead. I cupped each ankle and each small knee in my hand, wondering how this could be. How could such a tender child, suffer a life of burden. My mind, unable to comprehend this type of pain.
We moved into a spirit of prayer, of healing, for this child. The room was dark, but the presence of the Spirit lingered. The light, previously cornered, now illuminated the entire room. A hope- Jesus Christ.

I cannot write any more - my spirit unable to continue. If I have ever seen Jesus, it was in reaching this child, that His love was made known. If I have ever believed in Christ as our Lord, I have not truly understood until today. If I have ever claimed Christ’s love as my own, I’ve been naive. If I have ever experienced humility, it was nothing. If I have ever been dependant on the Lord, it was nothing. Nothing compared to the dependency fostered in me today.
Jesus Christ, my divine romance, lives.

All of us today, encountered Jesus- living in the lives of these two girls - Esther and Zalelapi. As for Zalelapi, there is no fear or doubt in my mind that this small child will run and leap someday.

This is all I can share for now, for I am much to tired to try to write anymore.
Much love, in Him.

Friday......

2009-06-06T06:28:00.000-07:00

Wow. Today another day of OVCC training - a long day of meetings. We discussed many challenges that the OVCCs face as they enter into the villages to visit the kids. We brainstormed, listened, and participated, and our input was accepted well.

It really was a blessing. I don’t have tons to say, but I really feel as if we are truly a part of this ministry (which we are, haha). Our ministry the last few days has been to encourage the work that these volunteers do, which has been very wonderful for us.

Not much time and not a whole lot more to say. Hope tomorrow to write more. Please be in prayer for what the Lord’s will for me is in Zambia (while I am here now, and in the future).
Thanks for the continued prayers and know that I am very blessed to be able to share with you what the Lord is doing in Zambia. This place is so blessed!!!!

In Him,
Soph

Thursday...OVCC Training Workshop

2009-06-06T06:25:00.000-07:00

Because it has been so long...for Thursday’s blog entry, I will just share something that I had written on some paper. We spent the day in OVCC training, which is a large meeting with all the OVCC coordinators in Zambia. This includes 28 of coordinators plus the Zambian EOH staff. It was a long day, but an incredible opportunity to dig deeper into the working of this ministry.
So, here is what I wrote- a prayer:

Lord, today has been extremely difficult. Just as I thought that today would be a nice rest, I have experienced otherwise. My heart is so broken- I am battling my emotional response to many things. I am inside this ministry- reaching the depths. Hearing the real stories- real occurrences- real realities. So many stories of hope yet, so many stories of despair. I cling to you.
Story after story- pain. The tears just don’t leave my eyes. I am only just beginning to understand this ministry from the ground. Children kicked and chased out of their homes; children abused; children that eat less than three times a week; children unable to be in school …the list goes on. Darkness. My heart is burdened. I don’t understand how we can even sit here - rather than just going out and loving these children. I can’t understand why it has gotten so bad. I cannot understand the strength possessed by the Zambians, sitting to my left and right. I look around, many in tears., hearing these stories. However, I am able to find the common ground between us all: the compassion each on of us share for these orphaned children, through the Love of Jesus Christ. Our hearts have all been broken, all burdened by this horrific reality. Together though, as brothers and sisters in Christ, we are able to cling to the Hope of our Savior, Jesus Christ your son.

Amongst the painful disparities that we have discussed, we also have been sharing testimonies of children whose lives previously were nothing but pain. To hear the lips of a small child call on Jesus- to feel these children call Jesus, “Daddy” - to hear the stories of these children that are still standing, serving as living testimonies- these stories are enough for us to keep going. For me to know that if we were only to make a difference in one child’s life- we have done what the Lord has called us to do. This ministry is incredible. The Lord’s blessing is on this ministry and on Zambia.

Wednesday!!!

2009-06-06T06:24:00.000-07:00

Sorry it has been a while- life is crazy busy here on this side of the world! Wednesday we spent out second day in the village of Chawawa. Gloria (our OVCC (Orphans Victorious in Christ Coordinator)) came to the EOH office in the morning and we took the bus to Chawama. When we arrived we split up into two groups, mine led by Gloria, and three other coordinators.

The first child that we visited was a small boy named Maurice. Maurice is 7 years old and is in school. He is very smart, well versed in English, and someday wants to be a pastor. He is receiving very good marks in school, however when we visited, he was out of school for health struggles. Maurice seemed very ill, and his physical appearance showed illness (very thin and sores all along his mouth and nose). We were able to ask Maurice about his experience at Camp Hope and his response served as an immediate encouragement to me. His response reflected his joy in learning the word of God. Again, he is only 7. This is incredible.

The biggest blessing of the day was indeed during our visit with Maurice. We were invited to sit in his home by his aunt and we enjoyed our time with him there. After we had spent our time there, we offered to pray for Maurice. My dear friend Mary Leslie held out her hands for his frail little body to sit in her lap. To see the look on his face - to see the tenderness of her touch- to hear the prayerful cry from her lips - to see the tears in his auntie’s eyes - to see Mary’s hands as she cradled his little body - all of this , just as Jesus would do. This is still a precious picture painted in my mind.

The rest of the day we spent visiting other children in Chawama. Many of the stories were very encouraging, while some were also very hard. We had a good time, however, we were rushed out of there because we had to be back for dinner at Martha’s (Zambian EOH Coordinator).
We had dinner at Martha’s and this was the first time we were able to see her. She and her husband just had a baby boy named Josiah, a month ago. It was very good to see them! We had a time of questions where we could just ask about our time here, and she helped out a lot. I am still amazed at the hospitality of Zambians- it’s is so wonderful!

That was Wednesday!

tuesday....

2009-06-02T22:43:00.001-07:00

Hi, it is Tuesday evening and I just got back from the village of Chawama, where we officially began our large task of Orphan Sponsorship Updates. Throughout our time here in Zambia, we will continue to do orphan updates, providing information for EOH and also the children’s sponsors. A typical child update includes information such as this:
-Name
-Age
-In school? If so, what grade? Good marks? What are you learning about?
-Attending Church? If so, what church?
-Family & Home situation
-Experience and favorite memory from Camp Hope
-Has the sponsorship been a blessing to you? Your family?
Then we have the children either draw a picture (younger children) or write a few lines or sentences to their sponsor (older ones). We also take a few photos for the sponsor and documentation purposes.
So, we began in Chawama where there are 32 children that are sponsored. The sponsored children in Chawama are spread over a distance of 15 kilometers. Part of Every Orphan’s Hope includes OVC councilors (volunteers for the ministry) that live in the same communities as the children. They invest much into these children, visiting them often to check up on them. They are very much the link between the children and the EOH staff. So today, a very beautiful woman named Gloria was the OVC councilor that we worked with. My group visited four homes, where we were able to find three of the sponsored children.
Hmm, trying to find words to explain all that my eyes saw today, all that my ears heard, all that my hands touched….is very difficult. The beauty of this place astounds me - not so much the beauty, but the beauty amongst the disaster. My mind races as I try to think of a way to describe these two contradicting realities as one. I suppose I will just write about each child a bit and share a bit of my thoughts, and hopefully by that, precious reality will be revealed a bit.
The first child that we visited was a six year old child named Priscilla. She is absolutely beautiful. She attended Camp Hope in Chawama last year and is just now beginning her sponsorship. So far, her family has received some food, and the sponsorship has really served as an encouragement. While we were visiting Priscilla, she was very shy as she answered the questions we asked. She giggled when I traced her hand on the paper and she smiled when I said “Seca” which means “Cheese/Smile” when taking her picture. As we left, we were able to share with her that we came to reflect the Lord’s love for her. She smiled and told us that she knew that Jesus loves her. This was wonderful! We left knowing that the Lord truly has blessed this small child.
The next home we visited, was the home of a 15 year old girl named Sarah. She was not home at the time, but we were able to talk some with her mother. Sarah is very smart but because of health complications, she has been unable to complete grade 5. Sarah has Sickle Cell Disease. In talking with Sarah’s mother Bridget, we were informed that Sarah’s father has passed away. Soon her mother will be leaving with her stepfather and Sarah will live with her cousins. Her mother said she does not like her stepfather. Her mother has chosen to go with Sarah’s step father, rather than her. I cannot imagine how that feels.
The next sponsored child was a 18 year old boy named Joseph. Joseph actually came straight from a funeral today, so I felt very bad coming into his home. He was very eager to talk to us, although I could tell that he was grieving. He shared with us that he has completed grade 9 but his family cannot afford to put in into grade 10. He is upset, but feels nothing more can be done. He is grateful for his sponsorship, and prays that it continues. When asking Joseph about his future, he said he dreams to be a lawyer. He wants to complete university. This is incredible. A child with a dream, amongst all odds against him. The Lord will provide.
The last child that we visited today was a six year old little girl named Hilda. Oh, what a sweet child. She comes from a home with a mother and three siblings. While we were visiting in her home, there were two other children that were staying there. An image that will not leave my mind: one of these little children, roughly 5 or 6 years old, was cutting vegetables with a very sharp knife. As I watched her little hands, and the blade of the knife touch the pad of her fingers, I could not help but wonder if these children here ever experience true childhood. They are forced to grow up so fast. Whether it is cooking or having a 4 year old carry their smaller siblings all day on their backs with Chitanges (waxed African material used for various tasks) , or seeing children carrying buckets of water that weigh twice as much as they do- it breaks my heart. To see what they go through, to see what they miss- I cannot quite imagine. Just though as I speak of these orphans and what they are missing, I also know that these children in some respects, have it way better than even I did. Not in any physical manner of course, however, these children are also dependent on one thing; Jesus Christ. Their joy comes from the Lord, little things, big things. I wish that you could see the looks on their faces when you look directly at them and greet them with “Ulibwenji” They scream. They laugh. They run in circles. They are so completely honored. We had bubbles today. I’ve never witnessed children go so crazy over something so simple. Sometimes I question where could those smiles possibly come from? They have nothing, no one, and no way out. Then it hits me, these children are rich in the Love of Christ. Richer than any other. They are so fully dependent on Him, it humbles me greatly. To hear 6 year old children say that they treasure the word of the Lord, is incredible. To feel the touch of a little hand in my own, and see even just a small, timid smile, it amazes me. The Lord has hold of Zambia.
Overall, my experience in Chawamawa was precious. I am left with many things to ponder. Images of some children running as fast as they can to us, in hopes that they will just get to touch my skin, and then images of other children freezing right where they are, and when I draw one step closer, they flee. I am deeply saddened, not by pride of course, but by the fact that these children do not believe that they are even worthy to be seen by me as a white American. I am terrified to think that this is what some of the children grow up learning and believing. It hurts.
Leaving Chawama today, we caught a bus back. We had to transfer at the bus station which if anyone knows Zambia at all, they know that it is complete chaos and insanity, haha. As we were transferring, many crazy things happened. I will refrain from sharing, due to the fact that if my parents and grandparents are reading, they’d worry a bit more (haha, love you mom and dad, gram and grams…all is well, I promise )
It was quite hilarious though when I had already been seated on the bus by the window, and a man came up and tried to sell me a newspaper (it is frequent in Zambia to have vendors along the streets and stations, selling various things ). Anyways, so I began talking to him, and made it clear to him that I did not want a newspaper. After a while of him just sticking around talking to me I said jokingly, “Haven’t you understood me? I do not want to buy a newspaper from you.” He said then, laughing, “No no no! I am not trying to sell you a newspaper. Have I tried to sell it to you more than the first time I asked? You are wrong, I’m not interested to sell a newspaper, I’m interested in you.” I just started laughing hysterically. Then about two minutes later, our bus still had not taken off yet, one of his friends came up to the window and began talking to him, in Njinga. I couldn’t understand, however, after they were laughing he tapped my arm and said, “He, takes you. Me, I take your friend.” Mary Leslie and I just laughed. Then Mary Leslie said, “We don’t even know you!” His response resembled something like this, “How could you expect to know me? It’s only the first day!” Yes yes, okay so you get it….it was hilarious. Mary Leslie and I have been reliving this all evening!
We did indeed make it back to the EOH office safely. We were pretty tired, but still had some work to do. Some of the gang went to get groceries for the evening, and the rest of us stuck around at the office till they got back.
When we got home, I cleaned up a bit and spent some time outside alone. I find that the Zambian sky is more beautiful than any sky I have ever seen…..I cannot help but praise the Lord for His glorious artwork.
Just as dinner was about ready, I got word that one of the interns was having a health issue, so I decided that I better go check to see if things were okay. I was able to give her some care, however, Paul and Kim saw it necessary to take her to the Hospital here. So, they sent me with. Haha…oh this is a good story.
We get there and she gets right in. We are the only ones. Mama, Me, and Paul went with her, and Mama and I stayed out in the waiting room. After about five minutes all of the sudden, the power went out and sirens starting going crazy. I put my hand to my face and I couldn’t even see it because it was so dark. I couldn’t see where Mama was, somewhere in the lobby or waiting room. Just as reality hit me and I wanted Mama to hold me (I am in a hospital, in Zambia, with one of my friends being seen, and the power just went out) she called and said, “Sophie dear, come here.” I followed her voice and sat down next to her. She put her arm around me. We waited for about 15 minutes, and then the generator came on. We then waited about 15 more minutes, and then the doctors were done with my friend.
We went back home. Grant had spent a long time preparing dinner, and the rest of the team had already eaten, so we sat down and ate. By 8:30 at night, I was so hungry. It was lovely. Also, he had purchased some Choc-Its (THE BEST African cookies ever!) which was a nice surprise.
Afterwards, I got ready for bed and began writing some. A few minutes later, my friend’s health issue became worked up again, so I spent about another hour helping her. It really was a blessing for me to serve her in this way.
We all began to pray as well. It was wonderful, claiming Victory in Christ. We prayed against Satan’s attack. What an awesome experience.
Bed time. The end. I love it here!

blessed Monday...

2009-06-02T00:54:00.001-07:00

Sorry so short last time. Things have been pretty hectic around here. I am writing on Monday evening, but am not sure when this will be posted.
Anyways, the rest of today was really very much a blessing, but also a large adjustment. With the power being out, we are unable to cook or keep any perishable food in the house (also lost much of the perishables that we have had stored in the fridge), unable to boil water for drinking, unable to use/access the internet for work and personal communication, and we are unable to see past about 6:00 pm. It becomes dark very quickly here, so basically all evening we are using candles and a few flashlights.
Although this has tested us, and required us to really be patient in working with each other, it really has been a blessing. We have been forced much farther out of what we are accustomed to, and we are unable to get things done as planned. This is good. I for one, am not very upset about this loss. This is why I am here. I am here to serve the Lord and His children. By praying, “ Lord, give me your heart for these children,” I am confident that the Lord hears this prayer. I can only hope that the issue of electricity and our limited ability to do things as planned, is intended to increase my dependency on Jesus. Why? Well, what else do these orphans have? What else do these children have to cling to? What happens when there is no food on the table? What happens when a parent or relative passes away, or leaves? Where do these children go in the cold dark nights, that they spend in the bush? What happens to the child whose belly is not the only thing that is starving? Who takes care of these children when they are sick, when they are in pain, when they mourn the loss of a loved one or recall previous terrors. Jesus is there. Jesus meets these children. He meets them where they are; physically, mentally, and spiritually.
As I lay down this evening, I am humbled by my full stomach. I am broken to pieces as I feel the warmth of my blanket and comfort of my bed. I am shaken by the thought that tomorrow, I know that I will eat and go to bed in my home that evening. I am humbled as I think about our lack of electricity (and the effects of that), knowing that I still have it much better than many children in this country.
This is the Lord’s will for me. His answer to my prayer is the blessing of humility. His answer to my prayer is a blessing of strength. His answer to my prayer is an invitation to draw closer to Him. His answer to my prayer is enabling me to better understand (even if it is just one small thing) the lives of these children. His answer to my prayer is a broken heart, stirred to move and act out of compassion. Without Him, this is impossible.
Along with today’s chaos, the Lord provided us peace. I recall a distinct moment that Cypheen led us in a quiet time of worship in our dark room lit only by a candle. It was absolutely beautiful. The precious melodies weaving in and out of the harmony, absolutely beautiful. The gift of song and the gift of voice just left me in awe. Such a beautiful blessing.
Mary Leslie and I talked for a long time before bed tonight. I am thanking the Lord for placing her in my life.
Tomorrow we will be going out and doing our Orphan Sponsorship Updates in the village of Chawama. Pray that the Lord gives me His heart for His children tomorrow.

monday afternoon....

2009-06-01T07:13:00.000-07:00

Hi Hi Hi! It is Monday here and today has been quite the day. We began by getting up early and heading over to the EOH office. At the EOH office, we met more of the Zambian EOH Staff and began with worship and devotions. Afterwards, Patricia taught us how to use the public transportation system, and we went to Kamwala. We went to a few fabric stores to pick out some fabric to have a dress made. My fabric is a deep sage green color, with a light blue pattern and design on it.

After getting our fabric, we went to a tailor where our measurements were taken and then picked out the style of the dress. Mine will be a traditional dress, with three quarter length sleeves. I am excited. Mama will be picking them up for us from the tailor tomorrow.

Coming back, we rode the public transportation again. Oh, it is quite lovely. A typical Zambian bus should hold about 10-12 people, and usually there are at least 16 packed in. It sure makes for a good time. On the way back, Patricia told us what all of the people had been saying while we were in town. Besides the usual shout, “Mzungu” which means “white and rich” she shared with us that we were each invited to Livingstone with many men and that many of them were requesting us as their wives. This is hilarious to me.

Okay, well we have been out of power now for a while, and we just got power back(the Zambians are used to losing power for a few hours a day,but it has been many many months since they have lost if for this long. They are shocked by this outage.)

We don’t have regular internet now, so I am not sure when I will be able to get on. We have realized the importance of flexibility, and have been blessed by being forced to simplify and rely on the Lord.

Wow, so many things going on that I would love to share, but I only have about 2 minutes.
So, be blessed. Thank you for the prayers!

In Christ,
Sophie

Sunday recap..

2009-06-01T07:11:00.000-07:00

This morning we went to Northmead Assemblies of God for church., where Cypheen attends each week. The service began at 7:00am and ended at 11:00am. It was wonderful! There is no doubt in my mind that I have missed the way that Zambians worship. It is incredible - unlike anything else.

The Pastor delivered a very intimate message about humility and commitment to Christ. At the beginning of the service, three small children came up to the front to pray for the congregation. Forgive me, I have no words to describe this blessing.

The first Zambian child that I met today was at this church. She looked to be about three years old and her father was extremely friendly. I began to talk with him and then bent down to be level with his small child. Before I could even greet her, her father said, “Sophie, say hello.” I looked back up at him, a bit confused, and then recognized that this little child and I shared the same name. After I shared with Sophie’s father that my name was also Sophie, he looked at me and said, “You know Sophie, the name Sophie means wisdom.” I was immediately blessed and found it to be quite ironic.

I have found that so much of this entire experience speaks true humility. I am very much seeing the blessing of this, aligning with the word given to me from the Lord when I was first offered this internship, which revolved around the His desire to preserve in me the humility of a servant. To see the Lord continuing to pursue this preservation in me is humbling in itself.
After church, we exchanged currencies and then went to the market. I found a few things, but due to the fact that some of them are gifts, I will refrain from sharing exactly what those items are. We then went out for lunch to a Pizzeria, which we are planning to do each Sunday (if we are here). The walk was about a mile each way, and we discovered a few grocery markets as well.

We came back for a while to our house and spent some time writing and thinking. I am still in awe that I am here, however, it feels so much like home.

We finally were able then to go out to one of the My Father’s House homes to play with the children. It was such a blessing to spend time with Toco, Faith, Given, Charles, George, Limbosi, and Moses, mostly because I spent some time with them last year. Faith really remembered me and I immediately noticed how tall she had gotten since last year. We were both full of smiles. It was fun reuniting, singing familiar songs in Bemba and Nianja (Languages-spelling could be off???) Oh, what a blast.

On the way home, I just once again, fell in love with Zambia. I love walking down the streets, meeting so many people and greeting them with my American version of “Ulibwaji” which means “Hi, how are you” I love to see the smiles of the children, and the people, it truly reflects the presence of Jesus here.

One last blessing before I wrap it up- while walking home I ran into Mama Christi. For those of you who have heard about my trip last year, I spent an entire day with her, washing and cleaning, and listening to her story. When I saw her and called out her name, she ran to me and literally almost tackled me. She held me so tight and cradled my head with her hands. She kissed me on the cheek and seemed to be in disbelief that I was back. My eyes filled with tears, knowing that I will be able to see her regularly, because she lives about 100 yards away. I just love this!

Well, we are about to wrap up and eat dinner. We had an awesome time of prayer and the Lord continues to draw me close.

I rejoice.
Love you all!
Soph
P.S. A man proposed to me today. No worries, I said no. J

First day recap...

2009-05-30T21:39:00.000-07:00

Writing here, at 6:00 am on Sunday morning before we leave for church. Yesterday (our first day here) was quite a day. Although we had nothing planned, and did not even leave the quarters of our home, we still found much to keep us busy.
Upon arrival to Zambia we took a bus to a village called Kalinga Kalinga, which is just outside of Lusaka. This is where our homes are. There is a large concrete wall (with wound barbed wire along the top surface) surrounding two small pink homes; this is our residency J The house that I am living in has three bedrooms, a bathroom, small living room and a kitchen. The 6 of us girl interns live here. Mary Leslie is my roommate and we sure have made a little home out of our room. Yesterday, what I think really put the final touch on it, was hanging up the mosquito net. We used some string from a bag of oranges that we bought to tie some bows on it, and of course, we used my athletic training tape to stick it to the wall. Mary Leslie didn’t exactly like the “decorations,” however I think that she is used to them now, haha.
We spent probably a good half an hour yesterday also trying to arrange our beds. Our room is small and the beds are almost twin size, a bit bigger actually. With all our luggage and being extremely tired, it took forever. We would rearrange it and then realize that it didn’t fit, or the door wouldn’t close, or something crazy. Running on such little sleep, we were laughing hysterically basically the entire time. It was quite fun.
After settling in, all of us interns figured we better take a nap. We each slept for about two hours and I think that we came to an agreement that when we woke up, we all felt either a. like we had gotten hit by a semi truck or b. we were slightly intoxicated. I’d say personally, I was probably a combination of both, haha.
Later we went to the other house (which is literally 10 steps out our back door) and played some cards and just spent some time together. We shared time getting on the internet (which as of now we do not have wireless, so that will definitely put a limit on my internet time) and visited with Patricia (a staff member of EOH who cleans and cooks). The power was out basically for the majority of the evening, so Patricia cooked for us over candles. We had a nice candle-lit dinner, that was quite lovely.
I forgot to mention what happened before we took a nap. Clearly, am still out of it a bit. Mama, Mareta, and Cypheen (EOH staff members) met us at the airport and then brought us back here. Each of us interns were given a cell phone and taught how to use it. It is very expensive here to talk, so we were instructed to avoid over use.
Then Mareta and the 6 of us girls began to talk. We just laughed and laughed with Mareta- she is such a wonderful woman of God. She told us parts of her story, how she is close to adopting a child, and we were excited for her. I later asked her a few questions: 1. How have you seen the Lord moving in your life in the last month? She answered with a long response about an incredible revelation she had just experienced, about righteousness. The smile on her face as she shared about this revelation was beautiful.
She then turned to me that my questioning had caught her off guard. She then asked me to answer the same, and then all of the girls. We all spent time sharing what the Lord has been doing in our lives, and amongst us interns, most of us somewhere in it noted the reality of the Lord’s provision in our lives, as we sit here in Zambia.
Skipping back ahead now, to after dinner with Patricia, we just spent time talking with her and listening to her story. She shared about her family and children- she is also a wonderful woman.
We waited up and then had a meeting. Paul and Kim (a couple that is in transition to becoming full time missionaries with EOH here) got back and they had formulated a tentative schedule for our time here. It was very nice to see the “big picture,” however, we now understand a reality that we will be extremely busy for the next 2 months. The schedule is wonderful though, and I really am looking forward to getting in the thick of it.
Well, I better get going. We are leaving for church and then spending the day with Martha (EOH director) and her family (including a 3 week old new baby boy named Josiah). I am quite excited.
I am trying to write as often as I can, however, I never am sure the next time I will be able to post.

Lots of Love!

Finally in Zambia!

2009-05-30T06:36:00.000-07:00

Hiiiiii! You will be happy to know that I have made it safe and sound to Lusaka. Oh it is so beautiful here, I cannot even describe.

The flight was wonderful from London to Lusaka. I sat by two beautiful Zambian women who served as such an incredible blessing for my journey over. Both of these women were true gifts from the Lord. Conversation flowed so naturally, reminding me of my love for these sweet sweet people. Their gentle spirits and outward calmness reminded me of what it is I truly love about this place.

Time, is nothing here. Sounds weird I know, but already in the 7 hours that I have been here, I am on no sort of schedule- I am at such peace - despite my exhaustion. I feel no pressures to be doing anything other than taking it in- the reality that I am here- the reality that this is home.

When we left the airport after arriving at about 6:40am this morning, tears filled my eyes as I filed onto the ever so familiar LSK bus with the other interns. Some of them have been to Zambia and enjoying with me the delight of return, while some enjoying the beauty of a first visit. All together, I could just see the tears in each persons eyes, and if not there, the sheer blessing in each one of our hearts. I cannot explain.

I began to write a piece this morning. I didn't finish, but I spose I'll share it at this point:

The Zambian soil is so familiar- the smell as it brushes by my nose, leaves me lingering- eager for more.
I cannot help but take my shoes off…to feel that ground - hard and dry, yet so full of life, energizing me through the bare soles of my feet.

Oh, how I honestly love this place. Somewhere inside, it’s much more than just a destination. It’s home - not really - not at all - but somehow that is how I associate this place. Familiar ground. I’m finally here, finally returned to such a beautiful place. Oh, it’s quite lovely.

It truly is incredible to…..

be here.

It honsetly is everything that I desire.

Sometimes I'm scared. Sometimes I'm weak and weary. Sometimes I am confident and strong.

Above all though, I am always growing. I am always drawing closer to my Father in Heaven. I am always growing in my full dependancy on Him. I am always seeing more and more of His provision, his love, and his grace.

Well, a Zambian woman named Patricia just got here. I will be spending the evening with her, learning to cook some Zambian delights.

Love you all.

In Him,

Sophie

Layover in London.....

2009-05-30T06:25:00.000-07:00

Why hello everyone! I am currently sitting in the London Airport, waiting to board the plane to my final destination, Lusaka Zambia. As I am eager to share my experiences upon arrival in Zambia, I mustn’t leave out the wonderful day I had today in the city.

London is absolutely beautiful- The streets packed, filled with beautiful buildings overlapping each other. The fences iron, the architecture detailed, the flowers vibrant. Gardens flourish surrounding the parks, with trees overlaying each path and walkway, almost tunnel-like.
I must admit that I am not one for what is stereotypically known as “tourism” however, today I very much fell into that category . I believe that my time was much too short to even begin to appreciate the beauty of London, however, I suppose that what I did see enabled me to grow on what I had previously assumed London to be.

A few places that we visited were Green Park, Buckingham Palace, the Horse Guard, Parliament, and of course Big Ben and Westminster Abbey. I very much enjoyed each of these.

As I walked through Green Park, I cannot describe what exactly was going through my head. I remember watching people with a complete uncertainty of what they were doing, questioning what it was that had brought them to Green Park. Beyond those with obvious intentions, meaning those aiming to capture beauty with camera lenses larger than bricks, I could not piece together in my mind why someone would be in Green Park. With continued observation I found that people enjoyed this place, they enjoyed a simplicity of life that I have not seen in quite some time. The man on the bench, investing in what looked to be a large novel of some sort, I wondered if he had anything else to be doing? Does he have a job? A family? What is it that makes it okay for him to be here? On the flip side, why wouldn’t this be okay? I have not the answers to my own questioning. I do know though, that something about Green Park made me want to put prose on a page. My desire for a paintbrush also presented itself.

As we approached the gates to Buckingham Palace, a parade was taking place. Beyond the thick iron gate, guards and horses passed, presenting the residency of the Queen. The grounds of this palace were well tended too, with flowerbeds and thick green grass covering the ground. There were large statues that caught my eye, and the beauty of her palace lingered in my mind, even as we moved on.

We walked through the Horse Guard, another beautifully detailed building, and were able to see a real guard. I felt bad for him, unable to smile. My initial observation was that he was absolutely disgusted with the constant flow of tourists, ranting and raving, obnoxiously snapping pictures of him on his horse. He looked not much older than me. I wondered what he was thinking as he sat there. I do not believe my final observation differed from my initial. I left somewhat ashamed myself, and even a bit embarrassed that I too, had taken part in this picture act.

Parliament was also quite astounding. Much larger than I ever imagined. As we drew closer on sidewalk, I found myself wishing I knew so much more of the history of London. I strongly desired to understand exactly what went on in that building, exactly whose work resided in that building, and the actual history of the building as well.

My tour of Westminster Abbey was completely radical. My eyes focused on the details of the architecture, with even the tiniest details radiating in the sunlight. I desired so strongly to just stand and stare, to attempt to gain a greater appreciation of such impressive work.. However, I also could not resist a look inside. Grant (another EOH intern) and I entered at a cost of 6 pounds. Westminster Abbey, a gorgeous I had never even imagined possible. I have not the words to describe such an intensely rich experience.

Visiting Westminster concluded our main tour of London. As we walked down the streets, I continued to question what life was like in London. I could not imagine, or even wrap my mind around what it would be like to spend an extended period of time somewhere like that- to be able to call a place such as this, ‘home.’ I could not imagine a life that consisted of daily trips through Green Park, or walking down streets with such beauty. I cannot imagine what it would be like to understand the rich history of London, also understanding the true significance and history of each of those sites.

Well, I must get going. About to board my final plane to Lusaka, where I will reside for the next 2 months of my life. I am very much excited!
More later.

P.S. I have been trying to upload pictures, however am having some difficulty. Hopefully I can upload a few here and there. Sorry!

texas, training, and tons of fun....

2009-05-27T20:05:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone!
Well, made it down to Frisco, Texas yesterday afternoon. Arrived around 2:00 pm and spent the afternoon hanging out with the other interns and getting to know some of the staff at Every Orphan's Hope (the organization I am interning for). We checked into a hotel (very modern- for those of you familiar with City View in Holland, it is much like that). We then went to a Texas BBQ for dinner and then went bowling. You will be happy to know that I bowled a 123 haha. Then we had some ice cream....it was great.

Slept awful last night. Not sure if it is just being excited or what, but I was happy when 5:00 am rolled around and it was time for a bit of exercise. I went down to the workout room in our hotel and broke a little sweat (Dad can appreciate that, since we worked out in the mornings together for the last few days before I left ).

We went to IHOP for breakfast to begin our day of training. We met in a big conference room and basically went over intern responsibilities and the basics for our time in Zambia. It was pretty long, but is nice to finally know some specifics to our ministry. Some of the things that we briefly went over were our roles in facilitiating Camp Hope, our roles in the My Fathers House Oprhan Homes, and what we will be doing with the Sponsorship program. All sound quite delightful.

Anyways, then we went to one of Gary's friends houses, where we had pizza and just had some fun. It really was nice, and I feel so very blessed to be so welcomed here. Everyone is so completely supportive of what the Lord has called us to this summer, and there is nothing more comforting.

Well..tomorrow is the day. We will be getting up and discussing intern responsibilities further, and then departing for the airport tomorow around 2. Our flight to London takes of tomorrow at 5:30 pm, and then we arrive in London at 8:40 in the morning. We have the entire day to spend in London then (which will be Friday) and then we leave from there in the evening for Zambia.

Sooo...not sure when I will write next, but hopefully I will be able to write soon and I will definitely put up some pictures from London! Soo..better get going! Miss you all! Hope all is well.

Blessings,
Sophie

Here comes goodbye, and here comes hello!

2009-05-23T12:45:00.000-07:00

Hi All!

Sophie here, as I am rummaging around through my tornado of a room (and entire house as my family would probably argue) trying to finish packing and getting everything ready to leave. I have to admit, I feel a bit behind (just having finished my class and now having to pack/clean/organize/and say goodbye to friends and family) however, that is not to say that I am not excited!

I AM EXCITED! I cannot wait to feel that Zambian soil on my feet. I cannot wait to breathe in, and breathe out the freshness of the African air. I cannot wait to see again, a sunset, that is more beautiful there than anywhere else I have ever seen. I cannot wait to see the beauty in the smile of a child. Oh, I am eager for my return.

Well, considering the extreme length of my "to-do" list, I should probably get back to it. I want to thank you for being a part of this journey, and I am excited to be able to share with even more throughout my stay in Zambia.

With that, may the Lord continue to bless you, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.

In Christ,
Sophie

P.S. - I cannot make promises, but I am really going to try to at least write every few days or so. Actually, I would love to write more frequently even than that, however, depending on internet while I am there - that may not be a possibility.

P.S.S - I would LOVE to hear from you while I am gone. If you would like to send me emails (I cannot promise that I will return) or comment on my blog page, that would be quite lovely!

Okay...enough already :)

Bye Bye

yikes....

2008-09-13T19:46:00.000-07:00

Well, hello there fellow blog readers (which i assume is very few of you), sorry it has been so long. It is incredibly sad that I have completely forgotten that I even have a blog, and that I have left all you avid readers out to dry...haha. Please accept my apologies...I truly am sorry.

On a lighter note, oh how I enjoy Hope College. Classes, soccer, chapel, work, meetings, and of course, homework, have started up again, and I am back in the swing of things- busy as ever. Like I said, I apologize for not writing, however, I find that I have no time to do much else, than spend my time with a highlighter and pen absorbed in my history, communication, religion, and global feminisms books- what a joy!!! haha

Anyways, why Im here, how I'm able to write....GOD! God is so good.

God is on the move. Hope College is on Fire- and I'm excited. It began for me the night we had "Groovin in the Grove" when the worship band set up in the Pine Grove and we sang and praised God underneath the stars. How incredible it is to sing to the God of the universe with a the sky as a blanked above you and the green grass as a foundation beneath your feet. Oh, the beauty of the Earth.

Also as the year begins, I am excited because this upcoming Monday my small group starts. Quinn and I are leading one this year as we get into the book of John. I am super excited about this and I know that God's blessings will be all over this group!

Well, I dont seem to have much else to say this evening, but one thing that I came across while reading the bible today was a verse in John chapter 1 that I would like to share. Putting it in a bit of context, it is John the Baptist speaking to the Pharisees who had been questioning him about the Messiah, with a response from John telling them that he is most definitly not the Messiah, but he is the one who has come before, to prepare the way. Verse 27 says, "He is the one who comes after me, the thongs of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie."

This verse screams out- HUMILITY. How amazing. John the Baptist, speaking on behalf of all humanity- we are not worthy to even untie the thongs of Jesus-- let alone even to sit at the feet of Christ.

I feel so blessed to be reminded of pride, and to be broken of it continually.

God, break me.

6 days left.....

2008-08-10T19:41:00.000-07:00

wowzer. it's been a few weeks since I wrote last. no one prolly noticed though, haha, but hey, it's cool. anyways- wow- so much has happened in the last few weeks. one of the main exciting things in these past weeks was that i was able to visit two of my dearly beloveds in Louisville, Kentucky (Aly & Gianna who went to Zambia with me) and it was so incredible. Being able to surprise Gianna and just spending time with them and their families was really wonderful! Man alive- I sure missed them.

While I was there, one night I sat in a park next to Aly and we looked out onto the Ohio river. The water was lit up by the reflections of the street and bridge lights, and it was beautiful. As I watched cars pass over the bridge, I tapped into something I feel that God has been trying to teach me. Each car came into sight, passed, and then left my sight. The amount of time on the bridge wasn't long- but it was very important- necessary- to get to the other side.

In our walks with Christ, time is little, yet it is what we are given- right here, right now. It is important, completely necessary, to be found in Christ for eternity.

I watched a car pass over without its lights on. The car still made it to the other side- but her lights didnt shine. As a follower of Jesus, I can still spend eternity with Him without truly making a conscious decision each morning to be a light for Him- but is that really how I want to live? The answer to that is, no, absolutely not.

As a new school year comes around the corner, I am very excited to live with my lights on. I'm excited to wake up each morning and devote the time God has given me here, on this bridge, to shine HIS LIGHT. I'm so excited to live fully, have fun, breathe deeply, and learn to enjoy even the small pleasures of this place. I am excited to seek His face in all things, and find amongst the continual ticking of the clock, that each day I have a choice- to be a light- or to not.

Shine, Jesus, Shine.

conquerors...

2008-07-26T08:06:00.000-07:00

Oh, what a wonderful day. 11:07, cloudy and dark outside...and i LOVE it. I hope it rains today.....i feel like playing in the rain :))) Anyways...

Last night I was babysitting my two favorite children (Trysten and Laken) and I just kept looking at them and watching them play and giving them big hugs and kisses. Much of the time I was there, I was overjoyed being with them, but also deeply saddened- thinking about my girls in Zambia. Deeply saddened as we went to the beach, knowing that many many millions of children have never experienced playing in water. Later that evening we snuggled on the couch, just the three of us, and watched a movie before bed....how many little kids have the opportunity to snuggle up on a couch, wrapped a blanket, with people they love, and watch a movie. I just kept looking in Laken's eyes and thinking about my little girls in Zambia- thinking that they have no one that loves them like this- no one to see the beauty in their eyes, no one to snuggle up and hold them. No one to kiss them, no one.

well today as I was spending some time with the Lord, I came across Romans 8:35-39 which says, "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written. "For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all things we are more than conquerers through him who loved us. For I am convinced that nothing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. "

Nothing can separate us. We are conquerers. So despite hardship, famine, danger, and nakedness, my little orphans in Zambia are still the Children of God. Nothing- nothing- can separate them from that!!!!!!! I found it striking to read the words, "we face death all day long." All day-everyday- we are facing death! Some of us are facing death in more physical ways: famine, sickness, disease...others of us facing death in emotional ways: fear, doubt, mistrust, stress. Some of us face death each day when we are surrounded by lies, gossip, drugs, alcohol, sex, and wicked mouths. Despite the differences in what we face each day, we are all facing death! All of us! Each and everyone of us- every day! It is in choosing to follow Christ that we step away from these things, and chose to walk in life and peace. Christ speaks through this by saying if we are truly in Him, choosing to walk on the path to true life, then nothing can separate His children from His love. Awesomeness huh?

all glory and honor and power to Christ the King-

LOVE YOU ALL!

we are conquerors- conquerors through the love of Christ!

2 Timothy 14

2008-07-25T03:04:00.000-07:00

Tossing and turning all night. Couldn't sleep. Finally got up, washed my face, and opened my Bible. Opened up to 2 Timothy, one of my favorites, and began to read the words I've read before. Verse 14 stood out- as if I've never read it.

"Guard the good deposit that was entrusted to you- guard it with the help of the Holy Spirit who lives in us."

Wow. I'm sure I've read this many times, but this morning- it really hit me. We are commanded to guard the good deposit that is entrusted to us. I began to then dig in and question God what it is that He has deposited in me, and how am I supposed to guard it.

I spent some time meditating over the words, through prayer and reading and I did not seem to find "the deposit" God has placed in me. However, God did show Himself in this. God has trusted me with something! God has trusted each one of His children with something so unique, something so individual and perfect according to who He has made that child to be. Isn't that amazing? Each one of us- He has trusted us with something! As I continued to pray and read I came to realize this: If He trusts me then I must make it my first priority to do the work He trusts me to do.

In the latter part of the verse, "guard it with the help of the Holy Spirit who lives in us," we are instructed to guard it (Christ's deposit in our lives). In seeking Christ's desire in my life as to how I am supposed to do this, He instructs me to continue to seek His will, and open my heart to the workings and teachings of the Holy Spirit. This, is an area that I feel that I must continue to grow in.

My last question that I really sought God's reply on this morning was "Lord, how do I seek your Spirit for protection?" he replied, "breathe in me." This would require me to make it my utmost desire to be in continual prayer and seeking His truth in His word.

I thought I would share this with you this morning, because it really is amazing that God trusts each and every one of His children with something so specific. Maybe, if we all were reminded of this more frequently, we'd be more apt to seeking His work and seeking, exactly what it is that God has entrusted us with today!

Love you all! Praise God, for He is soooooo good :)
Have a WONDERFUL day!

the days go by....

2008-07-24T08:09:00.000-07:00

Yay! What a great day today is. I'm loving the morning breeze that is coming through my windows--it is so beautiful and gentle. The birds chirping outside, singing their happy songs, and the flowers and leaves moving gently with the wind. I love summer.

So things around here are doing just fine. I've been spending the majority of my days alone, partially because usually my family is gone, but also because most of my friends are working and so- yah, lots of alone time.

One thing that I have been doing is working on adding more discipline to my life. Discipline in all areas: Spiritual, Physical, Intellectual, Emotional- the list goes on. This is one thing that I feel God has challenged me for this upcoming school year (which I'm ready to be back at Hope)- to be more disciplined. To do things such as spend more time outside, study harder, invest more fully into friendships, read more, and just really get in the mindset of living- living fully!

Many people are probably still wondering about my trip, and I am still at a complete loss for words. I feel terrible, but I haven't even gone to church yet- avoiding the confrontation. I know that seems terrible but I just don't know what to say. I will however, be going to church this sunday and sharing much of my testimony from Zambia, so I would appreciate prayers for that.

I miss Zambia- I really do. I question sometimes, why it is that I had to come back? I question why it is that God has me here? Through talking with many people though, I really have come to find that God has me here for a reason- I struggle in this moment to find what that may actually be.

Zambia is not only beautiful in the scenic sense, but also in a spiritual sense. So many of us (including myself before I went) think that the whole of Africa is one huge hell hole- with poverty stricken people and AIDS. Well after meeting these people, I found myself standing completely humbled and corrected. The Zambians I met are some of the most amazing people that I think I will ever meet. They have such an amazing outlook on life- even amongst all the poverty and disease. They are so very advanced on spirituality, making them even more open to Christ and the love He shares.

Well, I love and miss my girls terribly. I really am praying for an opportunity in the near future to go back and see them. I hope that if there is anything in you that desires to do something like this- that you open up your heart and ask God for the opportunity. If it is His will, He will make a way!

May God continue to pour his blessings on you!

LOVE YOU ALL!
Have a wonderful day!

Praise the King!

i miss my babies.....

2008-07-17T14:17:00.000-07:00

Goodness, I am so in love with my Jesus. This morning was sooo wonderful. I walked around my coffee table today for a while...just talkin to jesus.......it was awesome! i am so excited because I really feel that God is going to give me an opportunity to go back to Zambia.....and, that is the best news of my entire life.

In all honesty, people keep wanting to know how I am and I have no idea what to say. I am absolutely awesome in some respects, and in others I feel like I'm dying inside. I want to be there, with my girls. I miss them all: Aquinocious, Belita, Anita, Barbara, Cathrine, Loveness, Exildah, Peza, Gracie, Ronica, Morebless, Pascalina, Virginia, and Inonge. I miss them, and my heart is still there, in Kafue, Zambia.....im dying to go back.

but on the flip side, i am amazing. I have such a wonderful family and wonderful friends, and have been able to relax and just have some down time on the lake as well. I feel just so fortunate. After seeing some of the things I saw while I was there, coming home and something simple as just opening up my fridge, just humbles me. I have NOTHING to complain about.

Yah, sorry if im rambling terribly..my sister is all over me for this movie marathon...and of course, frozen pizza and sunburns too. Right now, my sister is holding up the frozen pizza to her burnt belly, and well, she says it feels amazing.

Okay, enough already!
Love you all, and I'm just going to shoot one out to my fav---STUMP! You rule, and i miss you like crazy!

<3 <3 <3

in Christ,
Soph

There's no one, there's no one, like Jesus ----a song my little zambian pack sang! miss them <3

it's been a few days...

2008-07-16T07:56:00.000-07:00

hey all.
well, sorry it's been a while. i've been caught up doing other things-

anyways,
well, what is new. Not a whole lot is new. I am really starting to miss my babies in Zambia. I cannot go a day without thinking about them, and wishing I was there to love on them. I'm anxiously awaiting my return to Zambia.

I just finished editing my photos and working on my book, and so that will be here in a few days. i am very excited to see how it turns out.

Well, that's all for now. I think i will probably head out on the lake in a bit.

lots of love.
in Him

bang.

2008-07-09T08:33:00.000-07:00

things are hittin here pretty hard right about now. culture shock is majorly setting in, and i am missing everything so much. there is so much i love and know here, but, well it seems like lots of it doesnt really matter. so many things that i have here, are just unnecessary. i like things simple. i enjoy things much differently than most- and I really hadn't realized this until i was actually gone.

babbling, sorry.
i love it here, it's just, i want to be back over there.

take a moment to go brighten someone else's day!
and you, yourself, have a wonderful day.

Jesus loves us!

Happy Tuesday!

2008-07-08T04:47:00.000-07:00

Well today is such a wonderful day to be alive, isn't it? I woke up so early this morning with a heart ready to worship- and what an awesome feeling that is at 6am :)

Anyways, as I have spent the last few days "debriefing" (if you will) from my big trip, I have still yet to come up with the words to explain the state of my heart. I struggle to find the ability to communicate, and so until that time, I choose to refrain from going into major details. With that being said, I still want to give somewhat of an update, so here:

While in Africa, we worked alongside a wonderful organization (run by 4 amazing people) called Every Orphan's Hope. Rather than me explaining it in full, you can go to their website, which is everyorphanshope.org. Basically, the mission that EOH has is to reach the orphans in Zambia, by providing them Bible Camps, Sponsorships, and Homes to live in.

So our first week we held a Bible Camp in Kafue, Zambia. There were roughly 250-300 orphans there, I believe. We were placed into groups with three missionary leaders and a Zambian Partner. My Group consisted of Me, Chelsea & Michelle (missionaries), Lassie (Zambian Partner), and 14 beautiful young ladies ranging from 10-13 years old. We spent 6 days with them, beginning at roughly 8 in the morning until 5 at night, with a lunch break somewhere in between. They also were housed in the same facility at night, but due to us having other activities, we weren't able to spend too much time with them outside of actual camp hours. Over the course of the week at "Camp Hope," we shared with the kids stories and lessons from the Bible on 4 basic things: Truth, Faith, Hope, and Love. We were able to present the gospel to each child, and share the love of Jesus with them through our words, actions, and most importantly, love. We built extremely wonderful and strong relationships with these kids, and became very attached to them.

Throughout the rest of our trip, we did day camp ministries. Some were sports camps, some were Bible Camps, some were just day trips to schools and talking and playing with the kids. It was hard though, because many of us were constantly thinking about our Camp Hope Kids, and wishing we could be with them still. Aside from that, we also spent a few days building a home for orphans, and we also had a few days to do some other things.

Well, I think that's all for now. I had an amazing time and now I am working on some scrapbooking and possibly making some picture slideshows. I would love to share more, but many of the things I experienced are very difficult to communicate, especially via computer.

Anyways, have a BLESSED day! God is sooo good!
Love you all!
Leave comments-- I'd love to hear from you!!!

in Him,
Soph

Phil 4:13- I can do ALL things through CHRIST who strengthens me!

I'm home!

2008-07-07T06:25:00.001-07:00

Hey Everyone! Well, this is exciting....my own blog. Always wanted one, and well, it's going to be sweet! Anyways, as many of you know, I just returned home from Zambia, Africa a few days ago. I am so excited to share all my stories and hear how everyone else's summer is going so far! It's great to be back home!

In a day or so, I will get up some more details and exciting things that have taken place in my life this summer.

till then- love you all!