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A few Sunday reflections.

I am sat here on Peter and Selma’s veranda, feeling the warm air and enjoying the sunshine. On the football field a group of lads from the community are playing football- which was preceded by a discipleship session. If they want to play football they need to come to discipleship first. Today a group of them received Bibles and are encouraged to read them. I can only imagine what God is doing through this simple, yet profound time.

Today I go from the farm to the city centre to stay with Andrew and Claudia. As much as I am looking very much forward to seeing them, I’ll also be sad to leave here. A week is far too little time, but it’s better then nothing. To see the continuing transformation in the boys who have lived here for years now, and hearing about their families also being transformed really touches my heart. A few weeks ago they had a retreat with the boys’ sisters and they all received Christ.

It’s been so good to connect again, and see that my relationships with people here are so deep, a few years of being away hasn’t changed that. I hope it won’t be that long till next time.
Well, I shall end my little reflection there. God is faithful! And He is the same yesterday, today and forever!

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