`What an earth I was thinking!` I would say about today as a thesis writing student who is rather behind!
`Finally after 6 years I have made traditional plum jam! Yay!` I say as a true kitchen fairy licking the wooden spoon in the kitchen.
`I could have listened to thesis interviews at least while making plum jam, but was deeply engaged in Ravi Zacharias`s apologetics.` I`ve learnt so much.
I made plum, apple and cinnamon jam as well and it felt so good to fill the jam jars after almost 8 hours of work. No jam sugar, but stirring traditionally on the hob. The whole house smells of plum jam. I had to borrow jam making pots from mum and as I was cycling back I could smell passing by one of the houses that the plum jam was boiling. I wonder if anybody passing by my house smelled my plum jam?
I had been rather miserable at some point about the thesis, life and almost everything a couple of weeks ago. But I would like to remember this evening all my life whenever I start to be miserable over not so miserable situations. After the jam making I very nearly got an electric shock. It was absolutely my fault. One of the lamp`s switch broke off and I tried to put it back, very unsuccessfully. I found myself in the dark with the thing flying out of my hand with a spark. One thing became clear: God has a purpose for me otherwise I wouldn’t be still alive. After all that grief and melancholy I gave him in the past few weeks. He graciously saved me. I don’t believe in accident and coincidences.
If nothing else, I do need to be an ambassador for the Mozambican Youth Ministry. I am going to give the first talk ever about it tomorrow at a Baptist Congregation in Szeged. And it looks like I am going to tell my testimony at the Hungarian Alpha Conference, and Mozambique is going to play a huge part in it.
I went to Mozambique in 2007 not really knowing what I said yes to, when Vivien asked me if I would go with her. We looked into setting up sustainable sewing projects for Hope for Africa Missions. One day when we prayed in Mozambique I had a picture of a deep and steep barren valley, only steep rocks and no life at all. Suddenly I saw a narrow path with very good soil on it, which was leading up to where I was standing. Ferns started to grow on the soil. At the bottom of the path a lamb was born and as it came out of its mum straight away started to climb up as it was still wet and very wobbly. And more and more lamb started to be born and climb up, they were so many of them, couldn’t be counted. Hundreds. I was a very new Christian and didn’t tell anyone about the picture for a couple of days. But it kept coming up in me. I remember one night I told Vivien about it in great embarrassment and she started giggling that I`ve been disobedient by not sharing it. We both agreed it was a picture for Anton. Anton is the pastor, who during the great flood of the Limpopo spent 3 days on a tree without food and drink with her wife who was expecting at that time. Praise God they were saved. (This always comes to my mind when I am hungry.) After much encouragement had been collected I told him about the picture and he said he would pray about it. In a week time we met again at the Freedom in Christ Conference at South Africa and he said God was telling him through that picture to start a youth ministry. That was 6 years ago. Anton started half an hour English and half an hour Bible studies for the youth in his village on Saturdays and had the sense it would spread to 7 villages. It is in 7 villages now. He also has a helper and they hold a conference for 120 young people earlier this year. Just in July they went to their first outreach to Gaza Province travelling more than 400km. I wish I would have more to give and be able to go every year and help.
But God uses the not obvious, he has called me to give, who are constantly broke and called Anton to lead it, who was burnt out by then. And it works for all of us. God always provides, all we need to do is to be obedient and trust him even when we feel we can`t trust any more.
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