I Don’t Just Believe in Miracles-I Have Seen Them

I can’t count how many miracles I have experienced. Some are wild and others are more chill, but they are all miraculous. Here’s one I’ve been meaning to share: 

When we arrived back in Mozambique after having Cypress we had to say A LOT of goodbyes. In all my processing of us moving our lives to Africa, I never once imagined the “byes” we would have on this side of the world. 

I bawled as soon as the door clicked shut the night Tiane’s mom came by telling me the news that they were moving out of our apartment building. Tiane and Cedar played together weekly for over a year and he was the perfect little friend. You may remember seeing his sweet face here.

I cried, and then I promptly asked God for another friend Cedar’s age to show up in our building. 

Right around this time Cedar started coming home from his little pre-school that he goes to a couple of days a week. We started him there so he could socialize and learn more Portuguese, but for the longest time he never mentioned any friends by name--that is, until Martin.

Fast forward a week. 

Cedar and I are walking up to our apartment building when all of the sudden Cedar takes off sprinting (can 2 year olds sprint or am I just really out of shape?) and screaming, “Martin!” 

I realize that the lady who lives across the hall from us is entering the building with what looks to be her son and two-ish year old grandson. 

Cedar continues to scream, "MARTIN! MOMMA!!! MAARRRRTTTTIIIINNNN!!!" and "He's so fluffy I'm going to die." Ok maybe he didn't say that last part. 

I explain, all while they are looking at me bewildered, that Cedar goes to school with a little boy named Martin and he thinks this is his little friend. 

Then they both smile widely. “This is Martine! Does your son got to Xicoração?” (Ok, actually all this happened in Portuguese, but you get that it would take a way from the flow if I put a bunch of unnecessary text in…like I’m doing right now.) Cue the GOD YOU ARE SOOO WILD DANCE. Except for I’m lame and didn’t dance because I can’t dance. 

Ok, so listen to this. 

The school Cedar goes to is not in our neighborhood; it’s on the other side of the city. 

Our city has a population of 4 million and the majority of that population is children. 

Out of all the kids that God could have sent to be a friend for Cedar, he sent the only other friend Cedar already has! 

AND, out of the 48 apartments in our building, Martin’s grandmother lives across the hall from us. We can literally hear through our door when he arrives to visit!

I just kept goofy grinning as Martin’s dad told me they would be around more often and would love for the boys to play. 

We now see him all the time. (I had the cutest picture of the two of them I was going to share, but my phone just bit the dust so...I need another miracle.)

Isn’t that incredible?

I believe in miracles. I believe in the God that does the miraculous, even for a two year old. 

Matt and I have so many stories like this that we don’t always tell because of time or flat-out fear someone will think we are nuts. We are going to try to start telling more of these testimonies because Jesus is worth it. 

What is the last miraculous thing you experienced? PLEASE share!


In case you didn't get our recent email about a modern day Legion, the new space is up and running!  After over two years of looking, we have a training center, which is another miracle! Worship Night (above) has to my favorite thing we do there. Thank you to all who gave for renovation costs, bought chairs, and sacrifice monthly to cover rent. (Based on my choice in photos you would think Cedar lives on Matt's shoulder.)

Pull Up a Seat: How Buying a Chair Can Change the World

Pull up a seat, I need to tell you something. Or rather, I need to tell you that I haven't been telling you everything. Here's the truth: There is so much good going on in Mozambique that I couldn't possibly write enough newsletters or blog posts to contain it all.

Matt's attempt at an artistic pic of our living room. :)

Matt's attempt at an artistic pic of our living room. :)

Our apartment is a reflection of all that good: It's full. There just isn't enough space in our home to hold the growth that is happening on the college campuses of Maputo, Mozambique. 

We are still looking for land to buy, but in the meantime we found the perfect place to rent. It's kinda industrial (read: "needs a little TLC") with tall windows and a HUGE open area perfect for worship nights (which currently meet outside), leadership meetings, Bible studies. We can even sleep teams or interns there...the possibilities are endless!

My favorite part about this space will be having it available for students to come pray! (Maybe not a 24 hour prayer room for safety reasons, but like a 10 and a half hour prayer room...kidding, we'll come up with a good non-time based name.)

As well as being a space for our current students, we are starting an internship next year for Americans and Mozambicans (really anybody) with the sole purpose of sending missionaries out to plant campus movements all over Africa. See, I'm finally getting to the change-the-world part.

CAN YOU IMAGINE?! That space will be a training center for campus ministries all over Africa!

But we need your help.

If you are not already on our team, would you consider giving $60 a month to help cover rental costs of the training center? Matt and I are committing to the first $60 a month ourselves.

If you are on our team, THANK YOU!

Can you believe that in just a couple of years your investment has helped begin ministry on 28 campuses??? Each student that fills our house every week has a unique story of how they met Jesus or were changed because of what we do here, and you make that happen!

And one more request: We will need cash to renovate and furnish our new space.

Would you please consider buying a chair for $10? I am giddy just imagining this new training center full of college students studying the word in all the chairs that you guys purchased.  

FYI: I love interior design. That place is going to be beautiful--the space, the people filling it, and the people who made it possible. 

Thank you, friends! I can't wait to show you pictures of the space and to update you as things progress. And thank you for taking the time to read this and to pray for us. It's encouraging to know we aren't here alone. 

Oh, and P.S. this was kind of a teaser post. I will be sharing some of our students stories over the next couple of weeks...they are the ones you are helping to change the world.