sitting in masi, in a small shack, with two of my friends from zimbabwe... we laughed as we could hear the boy next door entertaining the two younger children in the cresh (daycare).
he was repeating the same xhosa phrase over and over again - louder and louder, almost signing the words as they left his mouth...
"siyabulela owu nkosi yam"
i asked them to translate and their reply made me smile. i stopped to remember where i was - a place with so much need... and yet there are reasons to be thankful - there are reasons to have joy. so i sat there in awe of how God has provided, not only for myself, but for those here in Masi.
and so together with this young boy...
"siyabulela owu nkosi yam"
---- "we thank our God"----
for friendships formed
for laughter
for consistent faithfulness
for food left on a doorstep
for prayers answered
for a job for the day
for a face from home
for the celebration of baptism
for the encouragement from others
for a loaf of bread and bologna
for miracles of healing
for new opportunities
for hope
may we never cease to say (louder and louder)...
"SIYABULELA OWU NKOSI YAM"
2 comments:
and for those who continue minister to the least of these
I read with tears michelle - that pic of you being baptized and that picture of beckie - logans little friend - we pray for that boy - knowing that he is one special boy - please know you are near and dear to us michelle - thanks for the testimony and give beckie a huge hug from the american boy logan - we love you - the smith family
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