Life in the deep parts...

This morning we went to a township, the part of the city that is composed of shacks made out of cardboard and plastic walls, tin roofs and dirt floors. These parts of town are usually very dangerous if you don't go accompanied by a "colored" person (one of their own). The girls (Diana, Tara, Neysia and myself) are helping out with this non-profit organization that goes into the community and organizations to see the needs they have. Then, through the radio and their website (www.touchproject.co.za) they get the city involved in sponsoring their projects. So, this morning they invited us to go deliver some blankets that a factory had donated to them. We went into Walmer township, there is no running water at all and no electricity in most houses. We visited three families.

 The first home we went to had 6 adults and 2 kids living in 3 rooms with 2 beds all supported by one man who finds odd jobs on daily basis. The lady had just lost her youngest kid two months ago, and she said there are too many things happening in her life to pray about, so we prayed with her and left her some blankets.

In the second home we visited we were met by this elderly lady who told us about the little money they get from the government to support their kids, the only income they have. We prayed with her and she was smiling while we were praying, sometimes the simplest things can make someone smile. 

After that we went to the last house and met with a lady that had a little baby in her arms. She greeted us with a smile and led us into her home. She also gets a R200 check for each kid she has (almost $30) a month. She is taking care of two orphan kids. 

God is good to me.