Find rest, O my soul, in God alone

Joy will come in the morning Riding on the wings of the dawn I know Joy will come in the mourning Surely as You are God. Joy will come, believe Joy will come, Joy will come Joy will come, believe Joy will come, Joy will come Joy will come like the harvest Reaping for tears that we sow I know Joy will run to the farthest place Surely as You are God Joy will come, believe Joy will come, Joy will come Joy will come, believe Joy will come, Joy will come What is this hope I feel It's helping What is this peace beyond Understanding You fix the broken heart There's healing in Your wings Joy will come, believe Joy will come, Joy will come What is this whisper small I'm hearing So far above it all It's speaking Your still the sovereign Lord There's healing in your wings. This quick trip has showed me the hearts of the Zambians. They work so hard to get things done for these children. Not only is joy coming to the children, but I se...

First of all, I promise to keep up with this more often when I'm living in Africa. So sorry. This Thanksgiving week, a team of Americans flew to Zambia to work with teachers and discipleship leaders around Lusaka. We are exhausted from trying to pour out as much as we possibly can to them.  I am exhausted at trying to think about what the next school year will look like starting in January! (So much work to do) Today was a very touching day, though--different from all the rest thus far. Today I visited a community school for the first time ever. I've heard of community schools (corrupt places where hundreds of children are listening to one teacher in a very tight space) but I'd never seen one with my own eyes. When we arrived at the place, I got out of the bus and greeted the community school coordinator with a smile and a quick thank you. She welcomed us into this small small building (which we found out later was her house). She showed us that the Kinder and Grade One...