Free

Oh goodness, what can I write? I have been sitting at the computer for over an hour now responding to emails while laughing and crying over what you all have written. It is so great to hear from you and read your encouraging words.

I feel like I have been busy but I don't think I really have been, just my mind has been busy. We are getting ready to leave for our countries, can you believe it has been almost two months already? This Sunday I think marks the two month period. I am beginning to think that a year isn't going to be enough, but, one step at a time...don't worry Christine, Terri, JR...don't worry! :)

I got to meet with the CEO of Hands@Work for two days last week. He took us volunteers out just to get to know him a bit better and it was a great time. The first day he took us to a botanical garden. It was so lush and green and we sat in the middle of a grassy hill with water sprinklers all around us and we talked about the heart of God. I was challenged in such a huge way. He sat there asking us if we knew who God was, and my answer echoed in every part of my being, "No". Tears streamed down my face as He spoke, the sacrifices he has made for the lives of others, the sacrifice that God made for us when He died for us...and what was I doing? "Who do you say I am?" I heard Jesus asking me this question and my response was embarrassing. "Well, you are the judge, the avenger, the punisher, and I am not sure that you truly love me...I am not sure that I know you at all actually" I answered honestly, I wanted to be honest about this question. We had a chance to go and spend some time with God while walking through the park and I waited expectantly for God to give me a sign..."where are you God, speak to me." Our assignment was to go home and read Isaiah 58 and as I read my heart was broken as I had been asking God all day to show Himself to me, I was earnestly seeking Him. The first few verses spoke directly to me and I heard God saying, "Show me Megan, show me that you earnestly are seeking my will, show me." Oh that time with God was precious as I think for the first time I comprehended who God truly was, I mean, I think I really got it...not all of it, not all of Him, but I began to understand for the first time the real reality of a God, my God, and what it means that He is who He is. My Ramblings may not be making any sense but I left that afternoon overflowing with Joy at having been so blessed to be part of a life, a creation who's Master and Creator is also a lover.

The next day we went to a remote Mozambican refugee camp. What an outstanding imprint on my mind. A creche, which is a pre-school, for 54 kids, sized 10ft x 20ft. The only roof is a ripped piece of material, the only seats are four old tires. 54 kiddos stay all day in this small space. there is no toilet, no running water, no electricity, no toys...and this community eats meat once a year, there is no meat availability. It was amazing to meet the people, to build a small relationship with the teacher of the Creche, her name is Thelma, she is young, she is amazing.

I have two minutes, what more can I say? Have I told you how they say, "be free" here in Africa? Well, I will say it again, I love it...it speaks acceptance and honesty.

Be free my friends!