bad spelling .. amazing time.. south africa 1

I only have 10 minutes left in a slow internet cafe.... So , apologies, for the terrible grammer and short summary of what we have been doing here so far.
Well, firstly I'm alive.
We left for South Africa on Monday night, the whole plane ride took around 20 hours. If you ignore the whole pain of travelling in general i actually enjoy sitting like a vegetable waiting for my prepackaged food. It was exactly what i needed. I journalled for the majority of the time, and talked with God. It gave me time to prepare my heart. We was welcomed into south africa, Capetown, at around 9pm. The church we are staying at are so hospitable, all smiling faces.
As we drove from the airport to the church we are staying at for the next two months (which fortunately does have a shower and beds.... score), we went past a slum. Rows and rows of tin houses. Places like south africa in my perfect bubble world only exist in postcards and adverts for AIDS, not in the lives of children and real people. Not one word was said.
The following day we went to the streets of Peril. It was picturesque, there were hoards of children playing on the streets, in the dirt, and just blocks of graffited flats.
We had "home church", we were parted in to groups, and we had to have a mini church service in their flat. I went in to this house, despite my reluctance they made me share my testimony. It was terribly shared, I didnt read it from the heart but rather from a handwritten piece of paper. The whole experience was awful. I was so nervous. I felt like a typical selfish westernized girl, who was i to preach to this family about my "sufferings", because when i looked up from my piece of paper, i looked upon real hardships. A single mother, with two children, no food, no money.
Poverty in its glory.
The woman explained she had a demon in the house, we caste the demon out. I witnessed with my very own eyes. It was amazing to see God's work firsthand.

Wednesday, we went to a juevinelle center for girls. The man in charge explained that the girls had a tendency to be hard hearted and closed off when sharing their feelings. Quite the oppisite. Amy preached on God's heart for his children. She shined. God anointed her words. the whole room was awestruck with her. She asked the girls up for prayer. I ended up praying for this particular girl, she was 18. Her child was taken away from her, and for shoplifting some food to provide for her child, she was thrown into the juvy center. I had nothing to say, so, i just held her, like God would hold her. She sobbed and sobbed in my arms. i prayed over her and declared God's love for her in her life. She asked for my necklace, i gave it to her without hesitation, it was like a treasure to her.

OKay... only a few minutes left wow this is the worst i have ever wrote.. sorry...
so, then yesterday we went to a AIDS and TB hospital. I was no where near emotionally prepared for what I saw. I went in to a ward, and that's when i met Piet. He was bed bound. He was so thin and withered you could make out the framework of his skull. His eyes were shallow and caved in. He could hardly speak. Our host, Tim, prayed over him.... "jesus is your healer... jesus is your hope"... what a good religious show. My heart broke, I didn't want my tears to frighten piet, but they didn't stop coming , I knelled at his bedside. And grabbed both of his hands, and just cried.
I said i have no idea why we suffer, and this is exactly what god does when he looks upon you. His heart just breaks. I reminded him of who god is . There was not much i could say , apart from loving him.

The journey home was heart wrenching , we was about to go back to the church and scoff our faces for lunch.... how? why? ... one word.. injustice. We will go back to that hospital every week, i hope i see piet again.. I hope he see's me. I plan to read to him.

I am having an amazing time here everyday , the schedule this week is pretty relaxed..
I cant wait to the heat gets turned on.. Im craving the hard road, because i want to give my everything. I want to be exhausted, with giving my love out again and again. because i know in confidence, that god will fill me up again.
okay mum love u xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
going to the juvy centre tonight , for the girls valentines party !
urgh valentines day.