I’m stuck! I finished my traveling journal on Tuesday—which was a life-changing day but I’ll get back to that part—and I haven’t been able to write since. I feel so intimidated to start my new journal and continue on, as if I’m not good enough for it. It’s becoming almost unbearable, so I’ll have to break it in and start writing immediately! But back to Tuesday: because of this day, I will never look at life in the same way:
A) My D-Group has out standing girls who are willing to be vulnerable and go deep with God and probably be my good friends for life
B) At D-Group after sharing our life stories we prayed for ourselves out loud—one of the harder things I’ve ever done—you try it
C) An incredible conversation with Shaun encouraged me to take up my cross and follow Christ everyday and be willing to suffer in His name at any price, even the small ones
D) After 1 am tears and parting hugs at D Group, the prayer chapel beckoned me into its Holy presence.
E) I finished my journal praying for everything that had happened, wrote into thy hands I commit my spirit, and died to myself, to sin, and to things of this world to live a life for Christ and seek him alone, taking every thought captive, keeping only the ones that honor him.
F) I chose to listen to God’s nudge, woke up Leslie, and in accountability told another human being about my new revelations and commitments
G) I skipped across the lawn at 4am, feeling the joy rise from every bone in my body in a capacity I had never known before.
As for the rest of the week, it’s been a battle to keep the spiritual high and my commitment alive. It’s truly been hectic with everything from #1 boys choir in the world to sightings of a world cup stadium, coffee overload, and zip lining through the jungle canopy like Tarzan/Jane/George of the Jungle.
A stunning performance by the Drakensburg Boys Choir, who range from age 7-14 left me wondering how it’s possible. They came out in perfect suits, singing traditional opera, transitioning into “Crazy little thing called love” and Michael Jackson, and then changing completely to traditional Zulu—sheepskins, drums, stomping, and all. In my absolute favorite moment the lights went dark and each boy started clicking randomly, sounding like the animals in a forest. Soon a hush came and a light patter began, followed by drizzle, hard rain, and booming thunder! It sounded so real, with flashes of lightening accentuating the effect. Their voices were heavenly and their manners perfected! I so enjoyed them!
Today may have been one of the greater Saturdays of my life. Rather than squandering the day in slumber, we rose early to reach our canopy tours awaiting adventure. In the pioneer group, I was #3 of 10 to zip fearlessly through the trees while admiring a marvelous open view of grassland, lakes, and majesty. Apparently my body is completely out of control and I never learned how to brake with my hand until the very last (#8) line. I would fly wildly through the air at unstoppable speeds, crashing into the safety break at the end, once even flipping over, slamming the rope, and falling backwards down the slide (I slightly damaged my arm and burned my hand by incorrect breaking technique). I had no fear and leaped off the platforms, preparing myself for the nearing bungee date (AHHHH). To end the perfectly African day, we played nertz and sang along to the Lion King. I have never enjoyed the Lion King so much as I did watching it in Africa, knowing that every one of those animals are within 20 minutes proximity.
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