Dec. 11th

I don’t think this post published the other night. Sorry if I’m double posting -Bekah

When Ernesto picked us up this morning he had a man with him who teaches music at at school in Maputo.  His name is Lemon (pronounced Lima).  He and Ric hit it off just great!  At the center Lorraine taught the women while the little children played.  Ernesto served as interpreter today and many times he would say “yes yes” as Lorraine was giving it with both barrels !!   Richard and Lemon took the teenage boys to their church located in Marracuene to teach music classes.

Women’s class – Day 2.  Difference between Savior and Lord.

Savior – Save me Lord – Control my life

A B C

A Better Choice

The battle is in your mind, the enemy is fighting from within. Turn the battle to the gate.  The gate is your mind – the enemy comes in through.

Your Eyes Your Ears Your Mouth

Whatever you say is what you are. Insanity is doing the same thing over and expecting something different to happen.

“It’s time to do something different.

I need to change my mind

so I can change my heart

so I can change my ways. 

Today I make a change to what I SEE HEAR and THINK !”

“God throws nothing away. God will use everything. god will use anything. God will use anybody. FOR HIS GLORY AND FOR HIS GOOD.”

After class we loaded up and went to their church located in Marracuene.  Lorraine and I rode in the front of the truck with Ernesto while everyone else were in the truck bed in the rain.   We picked up Ophelia on the side of the road, soaked. Once we arrived at the church Lorraine and I gave her some clothes so she could change. There we had worship together and the children began learning songs that we hope to record for a cd.  There is a lot of talent here and it is beautiful to see it first hand.  I felt so sorry for them when Lorraine made them all stand still so they could learn a certain part of a song.  Making these African children stand still just seems to cruel. They are filled with fire and it is beautiful to see them move and Praise God. But they did not have to stay still for long as they learned what they needed to and then were let free.

After worship they ate rice and dried fish.  We did not. There is very little we will eat here  and it is smart to not upset our stomachs too much. After loading up the truck and taking the children back to the center a few of us headed to Maputo to get more supplies for the Americans.  Ophelia needed a ride as well as three chilldren so off we went.

The three children were dropped off outside Maputo and then we came upon a very bad traffic jam.  Someone told Ernesto that a truck had overturned up the road.  He then began to get us to the city a back way.  I took no pictures as this was a scary time for us and frustrating for him.  Back in Texas boys go mudding for fun, trust me when I say that the red African sand is thicker, deeper and NOT FUN.

Somehow we made it to the supermarket and shopped quickly.  Then picked up Ophelia’s husband, Koyote and dropped them off. On the way out of town traffic was stopped also.  The same truck had tied up both lanes and even the buses were simply letting passengers off in the dark with rain coming down.  It was overwhelming.  So many people were just filling the streets of Maputo walking home.  How far was home? Once again Ernesto hit the back roads and we twisted and turned this way and that way until he stopped and picked up two of the three children we had dropped off earlier.  He had been talking on his cell phone so I assume he was directed to them.  They were soaked.  The English speakers in the van did not ask where the third child was, we didn’t ask anything.  We were all just praying to get home safely and were thankful that we were not among the thousands flooding the streets.

We arrived home safe just before 10 pm. Thankful.