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Africa

So lately, God has been waking me up.

3:00 am.

4:00 am.

Too freaking early am.

And I've been praying.

Praying for Africa.

Now before you go getting all impressed that I would be so altruistic, let me point a finger.

God has put Africa in my path in freakish ways over the last couple of weeks.

Everywhere I look, it's Africa.

Primarily, African children.

So I've been praying.
Praying for children without parents.
Countries ravaged by war.
People weakened by illness.

My heart is hurting for Africa.

And my perspective on my life is changing.

What does that mean?
I have no idea.

But my heart is soft.

Comments

  1. Anonymous11:55 AM

    ah... crazy how God does this huh? amazing! there is a reason I am certain! bless you girl!

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  2. scott5:11 PM

    Africa seems like such a mess. I'm sure there are great things happening there too about which we never hear.

    You are a sweet person.

    Hello, Cathy.

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  3. Anonymous10:16 AM

    Just went to a Ugandan children's choir called the WATOTO choir - was very moved and realized I need to know Hope in a new way....the kids were amazing - and now Kez has an African sister that we hope to go visit during her coming of age year(13)...it was her idea and she is working for me to pay for her new sister. So I totally understand the Africa thing, it just seemed to pop into our lives as well. I still have my thing for India though and women....wish it would make some sense.
    We need to chat soon. I miss you. Take a nap in the sun....

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  4. Anonymous12:55 PM

    Africa has a way of embedding itself in your heart. Have I ever told you that I lived there for a few years? In South Africa. It's burned in my memory.

    I love that you're listening. So many people just roll over and go back to sleep.

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  5. Susie7:42 AM

    Cathy, I've been feeling the same way for about 8 months. Our church did a crusade there last fall and then the pastor's daughter adopted a little boy from there and then we had missionary friends go to Morocco and then and then. I feel like God is really moving Christians to be apart of the work He wants to do there. In some form, Africa keeps popping up. Good for you for being faithful in prayer. I am going to pray, too. Then there is pair of us.

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