Hope For Zambia

There I was standing on the unleveled ground eight thousand miles away from home. I knew I was definitely not in Texas anymore. I traded my family for a month with a group of forty radical teenagers determined to make an eternal impact in the lives of Orphaned children, I traded my bed for a tent in the middle of a field , yet I honestly can say that I do not count any of it as sacrifice because the reward was so much greater. As I looked around I saw the faces that I soon realized I would never forget. I spent one month serving in the Chongwe Village of Zambia Africa with Every Orphans Hope, a ministry dedicated to rescuing orphaned children who have been affected by the AIDS epidemic in bringing the hope into the lives of orphans who have truly lost everything.

As I starred into the eyes of one of my babies, Wise, one of the six boys in my group of camp Hope, I could not help but see the brokenness in such a young child's eyes. But then it hit me. We were from two completely different worlds with totally different lives. I came from a fast paced world where if I ran out of bottled water I could simply get in my car and buy a twenty-four pack. While, Wise would have to walk two miles to a water pump for murky water that was not even safe to drink. Thoughts raced through my mind I had yet to experience half of the hardships that Wise had in his five years of living. However, regardless of the differences in our backgrounds I was determined to love him and all of the other children as if my love was unlimited. The whole reason why I was in Zambia in the first place was to see this young boy grow and come to the understanding that he was loved. I spent countless hours under that Zambian sun playing, singing, dancing, and teaching them about the Love of their heavenly father.

Looking back I will always hold one moment very closely to my heart as I was walking around the village a few days after the camp was over, Wise had found me. He ran and jumped into my arms, as if he became permanently attached to me. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered "Ni kukonda" which meant I love you. I then realized that Wise had taught me that love was universal and even though I did not speak Nyanja, or had been through the same circumstances, I knew that the love of the father is what connected us. It was greater than and emotion or feeling, it was real.

This is why I am asking you to please pray for this trip to zambia and support this trip, so that children like wise would find hope in Jesus Christ, I know that God has amazing things in store for this summer and I want you to be apart of it!

If you would like to support me or find out more information about Global Expeditions please contact me at [email redacted] Thank you so much, your support and your prayers are greatly appreciated.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read about my heart for Zambia.