The Colours of Mabuda, Part 2
It’s now 3 weeks since we returned from the delights of Mabuda farm. I’m wondering whether this blog should really be entitled ‘The flavours of Mabuda’ as I spent a fair amount of time picking fresh produce (more than you could dream of) from the bountiful vegetable garden – Heaven for a fruit bat like me.
The lifestyle that we lead here in Mozambique, requires flexibility and a lot of moving around. It never ceases to amaze me how well my girls cope with the transitions each time. Either they are just very adaptable children, or there is a peculiar touch of grace on their lives. I suspect it’s a beautiful blend of both.
Apparently, ‘Mabuda’ means ‘place of dreams’. This was the reality for us in so many ways during our time there. Not only did we have the time to dream a little about future plans and how our vision may unfold, but we also both experienced some vivid dreams at night, that spoke right into the heart of our journey at the moment.
For the first week we were there I worked hard to try and drum up a strategy for how to raise funds, build foster homes, train parents and search out needy children. When the plans I came up with didn’t seem to settle in my heart, I begged God to speak to me and give me some divine guidance.
One night during our second week, I had a very clear dream concerning our family. I woke unsettled and after spending some time journaling, it soon became obvious to me that I was doing things in the wrong order. I clearly felt Father say ‘You need to have things in order with your own family first’. Of course….why hadn’t I seen this before?
Our Father cares so deeply about ‘family’, that he wants us to know peace, security and healing in our relationship with him and our own family, before he lets us loose on others. For me, our time in Mabuda will always be remembered as one of beautiful connections, restored intimacy and family fun. Along with the delicious fresh pickings from the veggie patch of course!