Ever left your crying toddler in the Church nursery, or your kindergartner on the first day of school, or even a pre-teen at a summer camp? They look up at you with "Please don't leave me, Mommy" tears brimming, lower lip protruding, arms reaching out to for you to pick them up. You know there is nothing you can do; the time has come and you have to leave, but you feel a little nauseated. And the second you get to your car, you let the hot tears flow.

My last week in Nsoko felt just like that. I did not have a choice; I had to leave these precious little ones. They didn't understand, and in many ways, neither did I. They tried to crawl in my car after my final goodbye. I kept explaining over and over, that I was coming back, but everyone says that to them, and most never do.

Maternal instinct is a powerful thing; I still check on my all my kids in the middle of the night (even the ones that are taller than me!), and I think about the Children of the Dirt all the time.

I will be back with them in the middle of June, with a group of people broken for them and willing to give up time and finances to come and see them. In the meantime, the Nsoko Project fund has run dry, and my mothers' heart is racing for these little ones. I know God will not let them starve; I know He will provide like He always does, but they are so far away.

The same way I awaken with a start, wondering who in my home has kicked off their covers and might be cold, I awaken several times a night, and wonder what the community of Nsoko is facing today.

I wonder if Pastor Gift feels alone and overwhelmed. I wonder if Jumbo is beside himself with work, all of us knowing he will never give up, because he truly loves the kids. I wonder if the children are getting cold at night now that it is nearing winter in Africa. I wonder if anyone will check to see if they even have covers to kick off. I am counting the days to be with them, and praying for the floodgates of Heaven to open up over them.

My last meeting with the GoGo's, the elders, the Chiefs, and the teachers were also filled with tears and goodbyes. The one thing they all asked before Gary and I left was: "Please, don't forget us."

Back in America, I see the economy feels less than booming. I feel the stress as people strive to maintain the American dream, and I know that "giving" is down more than ever. I also understand that people feel overwhelmed. I am struggling with that myself since returning to this great and wonderful nation. I know my feelings are stronger for these little ones because I have held them, and I know their names.

I am blessed, I know. I am also selfish. I do believe that what we reap is what we sow. I often think we are so arrogant to think that our children would never be in that situation. Sometimes, I think "what if..." What if something did happen in our country: a plague, a war, a catastrophic event. What if we were all gone, except Noah, the baby of our family, or the baby or your family? What if our five year-old prince was suddenly alone on this earth? No parents, grandparents, brothers or sisters, just little Noah walking around vulnerable, alone, searching for food, exposed to the elements, scared, and prey for predators.

Would someone who didn't know him take him in, feed him, love him and protect him, simply because God commanded them to? Would a stranger make a sacrifice to save my baby?

See, my motives here? They are all someone's babies; they could be yours.

This is from Gary's blog today... will you please fight with us, this community is living and breathing because you care... James 1:27 - we are living it!

I have had many people ask me for specific ways in which they can tangibly help in Nsoko, Swaziland, and many have sent money for clothes (see my blog).

Here is a list of what we need urgently and what will help us start educating the children and producing our self-sustainability projects...

Most of Phase One is done - the church is planted, (see video), the community center is built and paid for (we are feeding hundreds everyday, doing workshops on AIDS and teacher-training five days a week in the community center), the security fence is up, and the ground is graded.

Our immediate needs are:

• Drilling of bore hole and pump - $7500 ($5000 raised; need $2000 more)
• Electricity for whole village - $2500 (ready to be installed)
• Pastor Gift's house - $12,000 (He will be managing on site)
• Transport to get food and medical - $375 per month (to reach all 7 care points)
• Clinic built and furnished - $19,125 (doctor has donated all med equip)
• Church building, open steel plan - $7000 We have already out grown the center!
• Sewerage $588
• For $350 a month we can provide a package of Maize, Maltabella, (porridge), Beans, Oil, Sugar, Salt and Soap for 120 kids!
  
  Think about that: for $350 a month, 120 of our "Children of the Dirt" can eat nutritious food once each day - this has not happened in this area for a long time!

The eight orphan homes where we will house six to eight double orphans (a double orphan is where the mom and dad are both deceased and the child has no other family at all) are ready to go up now as we have the construction teams waiting. A church or a business could sponsor a home for $22,589. We have the mothers ready to move in.

Then soon after, we have to start working on the market place in front of the village. The locals can sell all of their goods to help with the self-sustainability of the project. Then the vegetable gardens, the essential oil fields, and the fish ponds will need to be in place to produce income on a monthly basis. Each double orphan will be in charge of her own 10 meters of garden. They can sell it, buy more meters and become their own entrepreneur. We are helping orphans to build life skills and deinstitutionalizing them!

Remember, you can come and see all of this happening right before your eyes on our vision trip this June!

If you want to make an online donation, please click on "Give to the Nsoko Project" or click "Support Me!" and get the mailing address to send a check. Make sure and note what you are wanting to give to.

Over 300 brand-new outfits, complete with underpants, and sandals,

This last week has been one of the most memorable ones of my life thus far.  Alexis, Emily and I along with three team members, Heather, Caitlin, and Becky lived in the bush to handout all the clothes to the children at 6 different care points in Nsoko.  My instructions to my team of beautiful young women were this:" take your time, pray constantly, and listen to the whisper of the Lord."  Africa does not need more humanitarian efforts; any celebrity can show up for that, what these children need is a very real, very tangible touch of God.  So, we patiently set up our stations, in the dirt, with the flies, and the cattle dung, our packages of baby wipes and lotions, nail clippers, and bags of new clothes.  One by one, for days, we wiped down, clothed, prayed for and prophesied over the children.  Little babies to young teenagers, we took our time, despite the heat, the crowds, and towards the end, our own fatigue.  I would do it again tomorrow if I could.  There certainly is no lack of children that need help.  Many times, as I would look into the eyes of the little ones that stood before me, the Lord would show me who they were.  I saw the future pastors, teachers, warriors, mothers and fathers.  I saw tender hearts who knew the Lord; I saw broken spirits that were on the verge of losing all hope.  When we first arrive, the children are unsure and quiet, even if they know me and my daughters; they are not sure about the others we have with us.  They do not fight, and rarely cry, they just go along with what ever is happening, this, I always find disturbing.   It is almost as if they have surrendered to the fact that they are defenseless and vulnerable, and there is no use in fighting.  We speak gently to them, and they start to relax.  Removing their rags from their little bodies is something that still amazes me.  Many times it is hard to tell the girls from the boys, since their hair is all the same length, and they wear whatever is available, little boys with pink flowers on their shirts, it is their only option. Several times at one care point I removed "shorts" from little girls that were actually cut up old sweat-shirts, their legs going through the arm holes.  Many 3 and 4 year old children were squeezed into t-shirts, the tag reading "6-12 months" size, their malnutrition tummies, boated and pushing out of the too small shirt. As I wipe them down, I pray over every inch of them, I speak softly and smile while I smooth lotion over their dry skin.  Their skin soaks it up quickly and evaporates, as their spirits soak in the truth of whispered prayers.  All the while in the background their stories are reported to my team by the GoGos, "mother dead, father dying, lives with grandmother"  or " six years old, both parents gone, head of house old, caring for 2 younger siblings"…hard to comprehend, hard to walk away.  Although we sat with hundreds, all special, all precious there are certain ones whose faces are burned in my heart.  The sisters, 3 and 4 who giggled in shear delight during their "spa" treatment, looking at each other, eyes sparkling, princesses in new white dresses.  The little boy with knees like a camel who let out an audible "ahhhh" when I rubbed in the lotion, and then threw his little arms around my neck.  The beautiful little angel that stood before Alexis, only 8 years old, they looked nothing alike, but they had identical hearts…I saw my own sweet daughter pray the gift of purity that she so gracefully flows in over her new friend.  She dressed her in a yellow sundress, and the little angel, still shy, began to glow.  I saw each of our own six children in the eyes of the little ones we touched, I saw Caleb's tenderness, Michael's depth, Tyler's warrior, Emilie's determination, Alexis' goodness, and Noah's wild and intriguing character.  These children are not different than ours; they are not different than yours.  The deserve food, health, clothing, education, a fathers protection and a mothers tender touch….and just like all of our children, in them lies the truth, the hope, and the future of the world.

When the process is over the children are transformed.  Their heads no longer hang, but their posture is straight.  They are no longer ashamed, but proud.  Their former sad faces are full of life, and smiles.  The girls prance around in their dresses, their feminine spirits brought to life, and the boys, look like young men, walking taller and more sure of their masculinity.

This clothing drive was so much more than new clothes for orphans, it was hope and dignity and a touch of God in a tangible way….

For all who sacrificially gave, I hope you understand the depth of the gift you gave….all those who received it certainly do…..Thank you…..

When Jezebel rises up, you know you are on the verge of great victory!!

If you don't believe in spiritual warfare, hangout in my world for awhile, live in a country that does not have the covering of America, or just read the Bible. A resent blog  of mine on Good Friday was a celebration of freedom from the weapons of the enemy, and the knowledge that Jesus gave US the weapons to fight the enemy with.  All the enemy has is words, threats, intimidation, and lies, but nothing else. One such spirit that has tried over the years to attack my family is Jezebel, the infamous Queen that lied, manipulated, and intimidated the Prophets of God. All the while emasculating her husband Ahab. Jezebel always seeks to kill the Prophets of God to stop the people from being set free; she does not want them to hear the truth of freedom in Christ. The spirit of Jezebel despises the ones with the message and uses her intimidation, and manipulation to discourage and defeat them.  I have known many that CHOOSE to walk in the spirit of Jezebel; it is the spirit that destroys marriages, family, churches and great moves of God.

This week while my daughters and I met with Princesses, Princes, and community leaders you could feel the shift, the blank stares have been replaced with fire and excitement. The desperate and hopeless places like Nsoko are now filled with joy and hope.  The hidden and dark sins are being exposed, and people are being set free! And Jezebel is feeling a little nervous that she is loosing her grip, on this land, and my family.  She seeks to discourage, to slow down this move of God, she has pulled every little trick she can…..but she is DEFEATED!!!!! And the word of God continues to go forth. Children are being rescued from the clutches of abuse and death, the Prophets are screaming the Truth at the top of their lungs…and all I can do is laugh. When the cars breakdown, or the budget is overextended and the needs are great, we laugh!  When we are harassed, and when my children are betrayed by someone they should be able to trust.   I hurt for my child, I encourage my husband, and he covers us all, and then together we all laugh, deep down belly laughs, tears coming out the corner of our eyes laughter…because we know how this story ends, God provides, miracles happen, deeper healing comes, and we WIN! King Jesus is on the throne and his train fills the temple! 

So, Jezebel we just thought we would remind you today, that you are defeated…in fact you are so defeated, you are unrecognizable….Here is some scripture for you in-case you have forgotten your place in history….that is right I said HISTORY…

II Kings Chapter 9-The Message Bible

(Jehu ordered the eunuchs)

"Throw her down!" they threw Jezebel out the window. Her blood spattered the wall and the horses, and Jehu trampled her under his horse's hooves. 

‘'''''

They went out to bury her, but there was nothing left of her but skull, feet, and hands. They came back and told Jehu. He said, "its Gods word, the word spoken by Elijah the Tishbite:

In the field of Jezreel,

   Dogs will eat Jezebel"

The body of Jezebel will be like

   Dog droppings on the ground in Jezreel

Old friends and lover will say,

   ‘I wonder, is this Jezebel?'

Enough said!,

We are very excited to announce our first vision trip for Nsoko, Swaziland. Since we arrived in Swaziland a year ago we have been focusing on this rural area which is consumed with great need, as well as some of the most amazing people you will ever meet.

One day, Gary was showing some of the World Racers an area an hour and a half from our home. They stumbled upon a group of starving children; we have come to refer to as "Children of the Dirt."

They had not eaten in weeks, and the GoGo that was trying to care for them was beside herself with grief.

Knowing God would hear her prayers, she told us she never stopped praying that He would send someone to help the children.

The precious children in this area all have a story. Some are double orphans, meaning both parents have died. Some children as young as five are the oldest living member of their household and struggle to care for their siblings.

The poverty is overwhelming, the amount of small children fending for themselves is heart-wrenching, and the rate of HIV/AIDS affecting every age group of this country is mind-blowing. However, there is hope.

God has highlighted this country in the hearts of many people around the world. We realize not all people are called to move to a third-world country, but we are all commanded in Scripture to care for the orphan and the widow.

The mission of a "Vision Trip" is to take Americans with a heart for the dying and forgotten men, women and children of Swaziland, and connect the people, heart, and resources of the two countries.

It is a controlled environment to expose you to the devastation as well as the beauty and the hope of Africa.

Swaziland is considered to be the "pulpit" of Africa, meaning that the prophesy and healing will flow from Swaziland into the rest of the continent.

Swaziland is a "one Tribe nation," so tribal warfare is not an issue here, which makes it a safer place to visit than most of the rest of Africa. As the church and business leaders of America link hands with the Church and business leaders of Africa miracles begin to happen for everyone.

Please pray about joining us for seven days and nights of reality and hope. Through the beauty of the land and its people, you will be changed. Through the experiences and relationships, you could help change a nation. We will start our days with prayer and then go to minister where the Lord leads us. We will hold and pray for the children, teach them and sing with them. We will minister healing to the GoGos, and encourage them in their daily lives.

We will be working on building projects in the homes in the neighborhood. You will see the community center that has just been built and opened, as well as our first G42 church plant.

You will walk the property where the first children's village will soon come to life. We will enjoy a genuine African worship, and meet the people of Nsoko.

You will hear their stories and realize that they are no different than you. They have dreams, they love their children, and life has cost them more than they could pay.

Dates for the vision trip are June 18th to 25th, 2008

Trip includes all your lodging, food, transportation, and a safari; we will take care of all the details, so all you have to do is focus on are the vision and the ministry. We are looking for people to partner their churches, business, and families to our projects here, in Swaziland. People can join us as families, or representatives of a church body, Bible study or a business.

You can read the Nsoko blog for more information on the projects on which we're working in Swaziland.

If you are interested in going on the vision trip, or have any questions regarding pricing or details, please email Lisa Black.

Looking forward to seeing you in Swaziland!

There are moments in life that define your journey, moments and days that are seared in your memory forever.  This last "Good Friday" was that kind of day for me.  I had been praying for some very specific things from the Lord for a few weeks, I was fighting a heaviness that I knew I had to release.  The World Racers have been in Africa for a few months.  They have come and gone out of Swaziland, and some teams have stayed here the entire time.  They have become a part of the family, and our kids have adopted them as brothers and sisters.  We have taught them, prayed with them, lived with them, and poured ourselves into them like a mother and father should.  There have been moments of discipline, and evenings of rejoicing.  Over all however, Gary and I still felt there were some bondages that were hanging on that needed to be released from their lives for them to step up to the new level of anointing and deliverance the Lord had for them.   Mo and Andrew Shearman arrived last week, and brought with them a powerful message of Truth.  Our last morning together in our Lapha, just happened to be Good Friday, the day we acknowledge as the day Jesus Christ was tortured and killed, taking the sin of all mankind with Him.  Andrew spoke with great power, telling us the story of our Savior descending into to Hell with authority and crushing Satan's head with His heel.   Jesus took all the weapons that Satan and his army use against us.  He stripped Hell of all its power, and gave US those weapons to us, to use against Hell itself!  Rejection, depression, fear, lust, no longer can hold us when we take out our Sword of the Lord, and cut in off!  The Spirit of the living God fell all over each one of us, and with a shout, we were set free!  You could see in the faces of all the kids, mine included, today was a day of victory and deliverance!  Prophesy began to flow, and one by one we watched with tears streaming down our faces as the generation we would die for, step out into their calling and gifting. Powerful words of healing and truth filled the air, and these kids that we adore, began to prophesy over each other and our own children, answering and confirming all the prayers I had whispered for the weeks before, only to God.

It was then that several decided to be baptized in their new "life" by Andrew in Noah's little pool.  Alexis, Emilie and Noah were baptized for the first time, and Michael and Caleb for the second time, but now under the covering of Andrew Shearman!  Tyler, the focus of most of the profesy sat quiet and still before the Lord, deep in thought, and absorbing all that had been spoken over him.  I was consumed by complete peace, and overwhelmed by the faithfulness and glory of such a Great and powerful God…I will never forget this "Good Friday" and the truth of what it means…it truly is a GOOD day!

         I became an instant mother to three boys eight years ago, ages two, six and eight.   I was captivated by their energy, and charmed by their wild ways. Although I did not get the honor of carrying them in my womb, I could not love them more. It was pretty much, love at first sight.  Tyler, the oldest was precious in everyway.  He was mature for his age, and cared deeply about all people.  Through the years we have received thank you notes from the parents of lonely and bullied children who Tyler has reached out to.  Tyler was known for protecting those who could not protect themselves, and being a friend to the overlooked and vulnerable.  When people tell me how great my son is, all I can say is "I know, he is a good man".  I have been saying that since he was eight.  Yet, always encouraging him to be a child, and not carry adult responsibilities.

My son is a wild man, like his father and his grandfather.  He needs to track and kill a wild animal on a regular basis.  He thrives on social situations, and hates to miss anything.  He loves to go, and see, and explore new places, he is afraid of very little.  Sitting still in a house, or a classroom with nothing to do is the worst torture for him.   He dreams big, and comes up with some pretty elaborate plans.  I have several of his business plans saved in my computer( and they are pretty good!)  I have listened a million times as he starts his sentence with "Okay, Mom just listen before you say anything"…followed by, some grand "backpacking  across the continent, with my buddy on fifty bucks, and why it makes perfect sense, story."  He doesn't get to do everything he comes up with, but we love his creativity!  I tell him often that I pray for his future wife everyday because she is going to have to love adventure and mystery, she will never have a simple suburban life, (and I can relate!)

 So, it was no surprise when he planned, organized, and looked forward to co-leading a trip to Mozambique for one of our teams; it was all he talked about.  He studied it, prepared for it, and did all the research.  He stood in line for hours to get his visa.    

The night before he was packed and ready to go, I hugged him for a long time knowing I would miss him so much for the month he was gone, Gary was leaving for London the same day, and all the other kids were heading out with other teams.  It would be a quiet house with just Caleb, Noah and me.

You can imagine my surprise when I walked down the stairs at seven am to get coffee, and Tyler was sitting at the kitchen table.  All the teams had left on buses at 6:00 am.  My heart sunk, how had he missed the bus, was he ill?  I couldn't imagine anything that would have stopped him, he was so excited.   I found my husband already on his second cup of joe, and asked, "Why is Tyler still here?" 

Gary smiled,  "well baby, Tyler is here because he loves you, he said the Lord woke him up last night and told him to stay and watch over his mother while I was in London, you needed to be covered  and protected  while I was in a different country"

I was speechless, and deeply touched.  I knew  we would have been fine on our own, but did not want to stop what the Lord was showing our boy.  For 7 days he played ball with his little brothers, and helped me with their schooling.  The only exciting thing to do here is go to the grocery store or the gas station.  Tyler served, loved, and covered the boys and I with joy and a smile.  He never complained or even hinted about missing his trip. It was during this time that I realized that our son had become a man. It has nothing to do with the size of his biceps, or the fact that he is almost 6'3.   Tyler had laid down his own wants and desires and chosen obedience, he cared more about what the Lord required of him, than a wild adventure.

       I know that he will be blessed with a wonderful and amazing life; I know that the favor that sits on him now will only increase over the years.  I also know that my future daughter-in-law and grandchildren will always be protected and provide for, as I have been. 

       A real man gets to have it all, when he understands obedience, and when he submits to the ways of the Lord.  Tyler at 16 is more of a man than most 50 year olds I know, he is wild, loving, intelligent, and on his way to becoming a King., and thank you son,  you are a good Man!

Don't you love it when things just work, well sort of….

I was going through all our donated clothes, and sorting them.  Final verdict: we have lots of clothes for infants, and adults, and nothing for boys or girls ages 2 to 14….this of course is the age group we work with at the care points and these kids are in rags.  I prayed, went to bed, and woke up to find an email from one of our FYM girls that had visited Nsoko a few months ago.  Catherine had been speaking at churches and had raised $377 just for the kids in Nsoko!  I immediately went to the store, I figure money spent here helps the local economy and takes out shipping fees as well.  The biggest chain retailer here had just marked all there summer clothes and extra 50% off the clearance price.  I rolled up my sleeves and dug in, along with half the Swazis women in town.  We politely pushed and shoved each other for hours, "sorry", "excuse  me", over and over. It was about 100 degrees, and of total chaos, but I stayed focused on my goal… NEW clothes for these kids at about a dollar an item!

In the states, they would have had air-conditioning, brought in enough staff to deal with the rush, open enough registers, and had baskets for the customers.  They also probably would have had their system ready to automatically take off the extra 50%....but this is Africa.  None of the discount would come up so when they scanned the tag, so they had to manually punch in ALL the numbers, and then discount it, FOR EACH OF THE HUNDREDS OF ITEMS I WAS BUYING.  To make the process even more fun only the ONE supervisor could do this, and of course she to leave every couple minutes to help with other supervisor duties.  Half way through they accidently voided everything, and had to start again. After shopping and shorting for 2 hours, Caleb and I stood in line for another 3, all the while being cussed at and talked about, and laughed at in Zulu and SiSwati.  This is a little town, and most people know the "American Pastor"

from  the radio, and easily identify me as Mrs. Black.  In America I would have been a little agitated, but this is Africa, so I just spoke in tongues to myself while Caleb and I fantasized about cold water, food, and a cool shower, all the while smiling, hugging each other and giving each other the  cheezy and slightly fake, "thumbs up, we are HAVING A BALL" face.

We bought everything we could use, and spent exactly 375 USDs…..(I know, I know, I impressed my own self,)! I still don't have Emily Davis' shopping anointing, but this was a good day.  Still need about 300 pairs of underwear and 100 pairs of shorts for boys, and some more dresses for girls. Another $200 USD donation would more than cover it, ensuring EACH child gets a complete new outfit!

If anyone wants to donate, you can directly at "give to the Nsoko project" under "my links" on mine, and Gary's blog.  You will get the tax deduction, and all the money will go to clothes for the kids!

Let me know, so I can finish shopping and get the goods to the kids,

although I my have to bribe another one of my children to help this time!

Thanks!

Gary and I met for coffee in town to discuss the numerous text messages coming to us from our team in Nsoko…each one more serious than the one before.  I had already been feeling heavy for a few days, and finally just cried, HARD.  The abuse, disease, abandonment, and poverty these precious children face everyday, is just too much.  After an hour or so of venting, praying, and weeping I pulled myself together.  Gary kissed me on the forehead and left in our car, I started walking towards the gym, hoping a good run would clear my mind. 

      Through my puffy eyes a saw a small boy approach me, he was exactly the size of our Noah. He had no shoes, no shirt and torn shorts.  In the sweetest little voice I have ever heard he whispered something to me.  I bent down to him so I could hear him.  "Please Make (pronounced Ma-gay, meaning "Mother"); I want you to give me some money, please". I started to ask him questions about where his family was, and if he was alone. 

        It was my intention to buy him food and sit with him.  When I failed to reach into my purse to give him money he glanced over his shoulder, to a man sitting about 15 feet behind him.  I locked eyes with the man, and the little boy was gone.  I knew that the child had been sent to me for money, and his man would be the one to collect it from him.  The look I received from him was one I can only describe as intimidation and lust.  Only I was not intimidated at all.  I glared right back at him and marched past him as close as I could,  willing him in my anger, "please say something to me buddy, please try to touch me"…..I dare you!  He was every bit of 6 ‘1 and 220, but I was, and am still sure I would have left more damage on him than he would have on me.  Rage is a powerful emotion, it can produce superhuman strength.  

     He wisely did not take the bait, so I ran 10 miles, and cried the whole time, taking my rage out on the treadmill.  The sad little TV in our smelly and sweltering little gym flashed images from Hollywood in my face, as my I-pod pumped worship music in my ears.  I wish I cared if Branglina was pregnant again, I wish I cared about the award shows, and what the stars are wearing.  I don't, and I never will.  I will never see life the same way. Nor will be able to get lost in a Mega-church and fool myself that it is impacting the culture, or discipling my children, never again. 

       I do not know what life in America will be like for me when I go back; I only know that if I did not believe in eternity, I would get swallowed up in all this pain.  But I do believe, I believe one day all these little ones will spend eternity with Jesus, whole, healed, complete…..forever, I will keep believing, and until that day I will keep fighting for them.  No matter what the cost.