Here’s a little God story:
So there is this Gogo, Agnes. She is precious and comes to the women’s group that the girls on my team have been running. She told them that she has 11 people living in her house, which a few of them are our really good friends. Agnes’s oldest son, Sibusiso, is 24 and still lives with her, even though he is blessed enough to have a job and money. But he spends the money on “dagga” or weed and other drugs. Agnes only gets a certain amount of money from the corrupt Swazi government every month to feed the 11 she’s watching over who age from about 4 to 24, and her grown man son and a lot of the time the government forgets to send her the money. So Sibusiso is being a real burden to them all because he is a bum eats the most food of them all. Here comes God… We were praying one night, mostly over prayer requests that we’ve gotten from the women at the women’s group, and we prayed for Agnes and her needs and for Sibusiso to step up and be a man. The next day we were doing house visits and we decided to visit her, where we meet her son Sibusiso and she tells us that he has decided to use his money to buy food for his family. This happened the next day after we prayed!
Oh, and a baby cobra slithered by my foot at soccer practice one day…it was cool…
