Getting a single, daily group text message and a rare email from the group leader is a real drag of a way to get information about a child who is on the other side of the earth.
But I'll take it.
When the phone beeps, I run to put together another piece of the puzzle of what must be happening in South Africa. My mind goes nuts, my heart leaps. I choke back tears. I thank God for a "crazy" husband who said, "I really feel like Allie-15 needs to go," when - of all times in our financial history as a family - it was completely impossible. God is funny like that.
So far they have visited a hospice home for dying children, worshiped with the locals, made breakfast daily for a youth camp, and passed out medicine and food to hundreds of children.
On Tuesday I got a text message from the group stating that they had been working with group of fun-loving Australian teens that is also volunteering with Hands at Work in Africa.
Who would have thought she would have to go to Africa to meet Australians?
Today the group started making home visits with Masoyi Home Based Care. Allie and the only other teen in our group were paired up to visit young "mums" (Makes me wonder, How young is young?).
After that, the text said they were going with a local volunteer to a workshop and then will take local transport back.
OH, ALLIE. I am so excited for you!
My prayer for her for this trip was that her convenient, American suburban world would be turned upside down, and that her faith would become her own.
Yup, I can rest quite assured that her world is getting a thorough shaking.
Now for God to do His thing...