“Holy Spirit, you are welcome here.” These were words that our team repeated over and over again. From the moment we stepped off the plane to the moment we got back on American soil, it was evident that He had been in our presence.
My heart for this trip was that I would experience Swaziland differently, and that I would not expect the Lord to do the same things that he did last year. I have prayed that the Lord would allow me to see things and use me unlike before.
Last year, I fell in love with a little girl who followed me around everywhere. I was a bit shocked when day after day that same girl wasn’t at the carepoint. I didn’t even know her name, but I knew that I loved her. I hadn’t found another little girl like her, and so I was confused. Why did I not connect with a specific child? Then it clicked. I had prayed, “Lord, let me experience Swaziland differently.” That’s exactly what he was doing.
I was given the opportunity to photograph our team while we were there. I am NOT a photographer in any way, but I had the tool and so I was capable even if I did not feel equipped. He allowed me to see my team interact and love on people. I watched each person interact with the children, Gogos, and the shepherds in their own, unique ways. Each person loved and interacted differently, which allowed me to see the importance of the body of Christ. We all have different characteristics, gifts, and personalities that are capable of being used in our own unique ways. I’m thankful that the Lord allowed me to see differently, love differently, and interact differently. He allowed me to capture the important moments, moments that I will never forget.
One thing that has remained the same from last year to this year is music. I’m thankful for this gift that the Lord has given me. Connecting through music is something that I love, and I love having the ability to lead others to connect through music. The ground on which we have worshiped has become Holy Ground. He was evident. He was near. We were in His presence.
When thinking about this trip I think about the kids. I think about the relationships that were built. I think about the Spragg family and their heart for this small country. I miss this place and these people. My heart will forever be broken for Swaziland. I do not know if I will ever go back, and that is okay, but I can still make an impact here in the states. So, what do I do now? I can’t just sit and do nothing after seeing, hearing, and experiencing such a broken culture. What I can do is advocate for the voiceless, because I have been given a voice. I can bring awareness to what is happening all the way across the world. I do not know what exactly that looks like in my life, or the practicalities, but soon that will be made clear. Until then, I will continue praying for Swaziland, the people, and the missionaries that are faithfully being the hands and feet of Jesus.
Swaziland, I miss you.