
We arrived at a small remote community school and as soon as we hopped off the bus there were children everywhere shaking our hands and my eyes connect with this little girl and I shook her hand then continued to shake children’s hands and to say “mulishani” and then the children begun walking to the school building and this little girl caught my eye again and looked me straight in the eyes and then grabbed hold of my hand and then 2 little 3 year old girls begun to hold my other hand and we moved into the building and we all begun singing songs and clapping however I wasn’t able to clap because my hands were occupied with being held by lots of little hands, at one stage i had a child holding each finger. Then the children were asked to sit and the girls surrounding me were too busy playing with me to pay attention so I sat down and they sat on my lap and on each side leaning in and I felt so alive in that moment and felt like this is why I am alive. And just then Bron turned to me and said, “Look at you, you are a magnet, you are so meant to be here.”
We then went outside and I spontaneously lead a group of 20 children in songs and game any and every song I could think of and I felt like this is me, God has created me to sing and to just be with these children, it is just SO beautiful.
Then we went on some community visits with some care workers, and God again helped me to move out of my comfort zone. We met a Gogo (grandmother) with really bad cracked palms and feet that bad that she could hardly stand let alone walk on them and I felt God prompt me to kneel down and pray for her. Nothing physically happened but I’m sure God answered my prayers and I was just so inspired by this lady. We also went to another house and had a chance to sweep the leaves in the yard of a family and as we did we attracted quiet a large group of children. Because we were 4 Mazongos (white people) sweeping probably really badly, but having tonnes of fun, and as we did I begun to sing a song I knew in Bemba and they all stood there laughing and they become our shadows for quite some time.


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