Author: Adventures

“Mzungu! Mzungu!” For the past month, everywhere I go, this word is shouted from the mouths of adorable Zambian children, and whispered under the breath of adults. It means white person. At first, from the children, it was cute. My teammates and I would even make fun of ourselves with this word at times. But when some of these children with whom we have formed relationships with still call us, “Mzungu”, even though we have told them our names time and time again, a type of identity crisis can start to form. Is that really all you see in me?Is that all I am to you?I...

Ever since we’ve arrived here, I’ve noticed as a citizen of The United States of America, that we truly have it all. Living in America is so easy. Rarely do we have to ask, “Is there water” before going to the bathroom or “Is the electricity on” before making dinner. Everyday here in Zambia whether its morning, afternoon or night, we have to ask ourselves those questions if we want to do anything. What we’ve once taken for granted, running water and electricity, have become like gold to us here. Tasks like brushing your teeth, boiling water,...

Wow, it is crazy to think that two weeks and two days here in Zambia have come and gone! We are plugged in with our morning ministry at Amazing Grace Preschool, teaching everything from songs and dances to even mathematics and English. We are also building relationships with some of the local children through sports ministry. An amazing and unexpected ministry opportunity is a bible study our team has had the opportunity to take part in with some of the local teenage boys. They are so hungry for the Lord and for the Word, which is so encouraging. God is good, and we cannot wait to see...

A few days after we arrived here in Livingstone, I made two new friends, Precious and Judy. (Judy is on the left, Precious is on the right)   Precious and Judy are both full of sass and laughter, but behind their giggles and tough girl facades, they are both broken. They need the rocks picked from their hearts before we can plant some seeds. In their beautiful faces I see hurt, desperation for love, and so many walls.I can see the walls because I’m still trying to take down my own from when I was their age. But a few days ago, I caught a glimpse of a part of these best friends that I...

Disclaimer: Preceding the reading of this blog, I encourage you to read the very blog that brought tears to my eyes and fire in my heart over the boys I would soon meet in Zambia. This entry will give you a fuller picture of what my teammates and I walked into this week and why we are rejoicing over what is to come! http://samlacey.theworldrace.org/?filename=because-it-matters   Boys entrapped in alcohol, drugs, and no expectation from society to ever rise beyond. Boys that stumbled upon American girls with the God of the universe living inside of them. Boys radically changed by...