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Officially conqured my first afro "pruning" fears

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sing along, “Its NOT  beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”

Ha you know this whole holiday thing away from home is a lot easier when it doesn’t actually feel anything like one knows those red fuzzy feelings to feel.  Besides some real tacky golden Santa that have been up since November  1 at the grocery store, there just really isn’t much of the ol’ season’s spirit building. The two biggest things, family and that nippy weather are nowhere to be found, thus the potential lonely girl missing home factor also remains mia. Blessings in disguise I suppose. The closest sparkly tinsel feeling Ive had so far was attending Carols in the Park, here in Muizenberg…though its still hard to believe its that merry time when the ocean waves are splashing away beyond the stage with the smell of hotdogs (bore Vorst) in the air.

Moving onto the work front, we have received some wonderful reports of previous women whom were residents of S-cape really finding their feet in their jobs and family they were placed in after leaving the home.  What a miraculous Christmas this must be for them when looking back at what Christ can do after one year. Amazing grace. 

I continue to plug away at my “how to run a safehouse manual,” lets just say the table of contents alone is 5 pages and counting. I just really believe all the more that if we can really invest in setting a solid foundation of thought out operations, this ministry will build long term pillars in the future, and I would love to see nothing more. 

We also had a night prayer vigil last Friday. I had never done anything like this before but really believe all the more, that unless Christ establishes the work that he has begun, whether we raise a million dollars to buy a house, nothing can really start to change as the root of human trafficking begins with the greedy heart of man which only Christ can change. So it was great to pray into the night about these issues that in our day to day meetings we don’t take the time to do. There are such beautifully bold and courageous prayer men and women whom I get to watch walk right up to their “Daddy’s” chair and with unwavering faith, eye to eye, and ask for what is needed. My prayers are so safe in comparison.  Thank goodness faith is a process and God is so patient. 

So tomorrow for church we are going to gather outside on one of the rare patches of green grass around here, and eat breakfast as a family. What could be better on a Sunday morning?

Lastly, in my attempt to ‘get in the festive mood’ Ive still been attempting to collect some Christmas décor. So from the second hand store I purchased home-made star decorations that I needed to be re-strung before I could put them up on my mini tree also purchased there… yep, Im really becoming the ultimate thrifter, Grandma Fast and Grandma Braun-cheers to you!