Tears and Truth

It was less than 3 weeks ago that all our earthly possessions were destroyed in a fire (Read about the fire here) on the moving truck that transported our things as we moved out of the comfort and security of our Cape Town lives (Read about the Call here), into the unknown – But well known, as this place was prepared for us long in advance.

The initial shock has passed, we have moved into our new home, and are starting to settle in the new environment.  God is just good.  All the time.  In all things.

I cry.  A little bit every day.  I cry about my daughters’ dollhouse.  I cry about my sons’ LEGO collection.  I cry about my husbands’ drum set.  And I cry about the small things that no one else would have noticed… The things that the firefighters wouldn’t have noticed as they fought that fire… The quilt that my mom made for me, with pieces of fabric that my grandmother embroidered.  The wooden clock that was hand made by a dear friend and given to us as a wedding gift.  The many gifts I received from friends during the last few weeks before our move.  The list goes on.

,Mostly, I cry about my guitar.  Because it’s not just the guitar… It’s the touch of my fingers on the strings, and the sound that stirs my heart to a place of worship.  It’s the smell of the rosewood.  It’s the feeling of the sound that resonates through the instrument right into my soul, breaking every wall and defense that might have been standing in between.  It’s every emotion that ever stirred a song to be written.  It’s every tear that fell on that wood as I wrote and worshiped and warred through so many stages and growths and doubts and dreams.  And I feel homesick for that.  My heart aches, and my tears flow freely and without restraint every time I think of and remember my guitar.  My heart aches, because such a big part of me really feels over.  It feels final.  And I realise just how little we actually did bring with us from our lives in Cape Town.

How little and how much – Because I have seen just what it means  to have nothing, but have everything.

I don’t have my guitar – my weapon – but I have every song I ever wrote, and every intimate moment I ever spent in worship, victory in every battle I ever fought

I don’t have my clothes – But I am clothed with strength and dignity

I don’t have my gifts from precious friends – But I have people (both old friends and new friends) that don’t stop giving of themselves, pouring out their hearts and love toward us

I don’t have my kids’ toys – But I spend mornings on the beach with joy-filled children, screaming with laughter as they run from the tiny foam-filled waves into my arms

I don’t have anything that I planned – But I am walking in the plan of the Most High God.  The God that is never caught off guard.  The God that is never intimidated by destruction.  The God that plans a hope filled future for me, and enriches my life with things that cannot be bubble wrapped and packed in boxes.  Things that cannot be scorched by fire.  Things that can only be set aflame and burn for the glory of God – And let it be so!

As much as it hurts to really REALLY say goodbye to the things we lost, our hearts are truly burning with a deep hunger and passion for what is to come.  The excitement that rises for how God is laying out the next step and bringing together the pieces of this new chapter and season is so overwhelming!

A week after our arrival, Brown Eyes set off with the Aflame team (Read more about Aflame and the mission here) and spent 5 days in the Transkei, where he was just blessed by Gods heart for the people who live in the village where they stayed, and he was so blessed by the hunger and honesty with which these people search for the Lord – The One True Lord.  His heart was so moved, and a deep love settled in him for that village.  Enriched.img-20161206-wa00011img-20161206-wa00121img-20161207-wa00201

We have been overwhelmed by peoples’ open hearts.  And our words cannot contain the cry of our heart as we thank everyone for the love and care and support we have received over the last 3 weeks.  Every phone call, every financial contribution, every donated item from linen and clothes all the way through to furniture and toys and medicine and absolutely EVERYTHING in between.

Thank you!  The words of the apostle Paul fill my thoughts as I pray for you – 14 For this reason I kneel before the Father, 15 from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. 16 I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.

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Such a beautiful example of the detail that God is into – Faith Durie donated these beautiful pillows that she makes, and each person in our family received one with  a special message that has meant so much to us in the past, and has again been confirmed on a pillow, from someone that has never met us (Please read about and support this beautiful project here)

The TRUTH is that God cares so deeply – In so much detail.  In such intensity and so intentionally. In all things.  All the time.

I want to use this opportunity to ask again that you prayerfully consider becoming a partner in our mission in the Eastern Cape.  Every gift enables us to pursue this mission full time.  Please consider making a monthly contribution to cover the cost of our rent, transport and food – and thank you as always for carrying us in your hearts and prayers.  We massively appreciate each and every one of you.  Every message that comes through to us, encourages us hugely.  So please do contact us, even if just to say hello – marli@aflame.co.za

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