The scenery we saw between Johannasburg and Piet Retief took my breath away. When we arrived Jon and I played on a small playground before we went to pray for people at the hospital.
The hospital was very tragic. I prayed for many men: men with tumors, men without arms, boys with the entire backs of their legs gone. It was a sad sight. The medical technology didn’t seem great. We then went to visit the children. The crying pierced my ears. The children of the squatter camps seemed blessed compared to these children. Oh Lord, I’m so sorry for taking my health for granted. Forty minutes before we arrived, a woman had given birth to a dead baby.
Why has God given me so much?
Last night we played capture the flag, watched a beautiful sunset, and then, there above us, with no light pollution to spoil it, was a moonless sky. It was the first time I was able to see the pure night sky from the Southern Hemisphere. It was a different sky altogether. The milky way was super bright, and several shooting stars flew past us. I walked away from the group, laid on the ground, stared into the abyss, and faded away.
Why do I ever have a worry in the world, when I’m loved by a God who could make such sights?