Grace fell like rain throughout my whole trip. When arriving at our destination, we were told of how it had not rained in months and that if it was not going to rain in the next two weeks that all the crops would die. This would cause an increase in the already famined land.

My heart just broke for these people, so I turned to the Lord in prayer and asked Him to show His mercy upon His people. As I prayed I felt the peace of the Holy Spirit surround me, and I knew in my heart that it was going to rain. That morning I awoke to a wet tent. The Lord had answered my prayers, and the prayers of many others. I knew right then and there that the Lord would be evident this trip.

One morning, three of my team members and I went on a beautiful prayer walk. While walking, the Lord placed on my heart to pray that our mission would not be about how many people came to the Lord, but who the Lord wanted us to speak to. That morning, one of the other women that joined me in the prayer walk, Johann, was my partner.

Each day we were partnered up and were sent into the villages with translators to share the gospel. Throughout the day the Lord was directing us exactly where we needed to go. He was evident in where He was calling us. It was amazing to experience that. That day, thirty people came to know Jesus as their personal savior, and it was truly amazing. I do believe that since our hearts were completely focused on Him and nothing else that He was able to speak with the people that He needed to that day.

We spent some time with some patients in a clinic, and there we meet Sister Mlausi, a nurse on staff there, she asked us if we would return to speak with her after her shift ended.

Later that night, the four of us went back to Sister Mlausi’s house. When I entered her house the Lord told me that she was the women that He wanted me to give my Bible to. After a little while I privately asked Darlington, my translator, if it would be culturally acceptable for me to give her my Bible, and he said yes. Not even five minutes after Johann asked if Sister Mlausi had a Bible.

Chills went up and down my spine. Her response was that she had left her Bible at her last job, and she only had a small Bible (referring to the New Testament, Psalm and Proverbs). While we were there, she completely broke down and told us of her testimony. She just poured out her whole heart. She shared a little of about how her husband passed away and how her son was living with her in-laws.

I began to share with her a little of my testimony of how my mother died when I was young and I understood the loss that she was experiencing. I told her that it doesn’t matter how much time she allows to go by, if she never allows herself to go through the grieving process she will never heal. I told her how the only person that will be able to fill that void is the Lord. No other man will be able to comfort her as the Lord can.

We spoke with her for an hour or two and then prayed with her. You could tell by the time we had left that the Lord had spoken to her heart. As I was walking out, she looked at me and asked me if I would give her my Bible. I stood there in awe for a couple of seconds, and then told her that I would bring it to her tomorrow. As I left my heart was filled with so much joy. I knew that this is why I was called to go to Africa.