I've been on enough short term mission trips to know that as far as blessing goes, it is me that does most of the receiving, not the people I'm visiting. The probability of my life being changed is much higher than theirs. Sure, I might make a difference in a life; I may even see people get healed. However, I think the only way to really change a nation is to fully immerse oneself in it and actually live there - like Heidi and Rolland (and so many others have). That said, it's way more important for you to know what is going on there and support THAT rather than give towards my trip. Pemba, Mozambique sits right on the Indian Ocean and they are currently experiencing horrible floods that are wiping out homes, etc. Please take a moment to visit Iris' website and learn more about what is going on and how you can help. Also, frequent updates, pictures and videos are being uploaded to Heidi's Facebook page so be sure to check there as well.
Well, tickets are purchased! Many of you have asked what my itinerary is - and while it's a little loose and uncertain at the moment, I can give y'all a first draft (minus the travel times - those are set!)
Sunday, June 29: 6pm flight out of JFK
Monday, June 30: arrive at 9:30pm in Johannesburg, South Africa
Tuesday, July 1: morning flight to Pemba, Mozambique and meet up with the rest of the team. (I was originally traveling with the whole group but b/c of a work conflict for me, I have to leave a day later and travel on my own). Afternoon arrival in Pemba, near the beautiful Indian ocean. Check into Iris Ministry base and settle into the visitor’s center. Orientation with staff
Wednesday, July 2 – Saturday July 5: Spend the next few days in Pemba at the Iris Base. Ministry opportunities on the base include an exciting overnight outreach to a remote village, as well as prayer times and worship, Hospital ministry or prison outreach, Meize village, medical outreach, village feeding program, (they are feeding over 1,000 kids every week) and special beach time with the children
Sunday, July 6: Enjoy Sunday morning celebration service at the Iris Base. Afternoon flight to Maputo, the capital of Mozambique. Take tour of Children’s Centre at the beautiful Zimpeto Iris Ministry base
Monday July 7: Outreach to the Garage Dump – visit church there and bless the people. Evening church service at the base with the staff, pastors, and children
Tuesday, July 8: Spend time with the kids in the children’s center. Special outreach possible
Wednesday, July 9: Depart early in the morning for all day Safari adventure in Kruger National Park. Kruger National Park is located about 3 hours from Maputo over the border in South Africa. Enjoy open-air trucks and up close encounters with God’s amazing creation! Overnight at game park lodging
Thursday, July 10: Morning breakfast and 3.5 hour drive to Johannesburg. 11pm flight out of South Africa for the states
Friday, July 11: arrive at JFK at 3:30pm, back in Jax around midnight!
I canNOT wait!
For those of you who are just joining the conversation and don't know what this is all about, read my previous post to get all caught up.
...a HUGE thank you to everyone who has contributed financially to my trip...there's no way I could do this without you. I am blown away by what has come in in just a short amount of time. I have just about $1000 left to raise before I am fully funded. If you feel led to contribute financially, there are a number of ways you can do that:
through my GoFundMe page - this is very easy and you can make payments via credit card (I also update it frequently with info about the trip, videos, pictures...)
through PayPal - Pay Pal is a quick and easy way to send money. My user name is lizbailey1978@gmail.com (just make sure that you select the 'I am sending money to friends/family' option - otherwise, there is a fee)
if you would like to send a check, simply make it out to me, earmark it 'Liz - Soul Safari' and mail it to me: 12296 Water Tupelo Road/Jacksonville, FL/32226
That's it for now - thank you all for your love and support!
...oh and for a little fun yet sobering entertainment, check this out:
(this was put together over 10 years ago so I'm sure all of these figures are even more staggering)
For as long as I can remember, there's been a certain tug on my heart from the far away land of Africa. It has definitely had its different reasons over the years but the tug has always been there, nonetheless. Growing up in the 80's I got to be a child in a generation of young people who watched those awful commercials of the little pot-bellied African children sitting in the dirt with flies swarming their faces. I remember as a very young girl feeling a little bit helpless. I don't think I was old enough to feel guilty - but I do have a very clear memory of seeing one of these commercials while I was making myself a very generous glass of chocolate milk and knowing that something about this scenario was unfair. I wanted to give that little starving girl my chocolate milk because I knew that I didn't need it. I was probably 5 years old.
Growing up, my dad was always very intentional about exposing my brother and me to the reality of the world just outside of our little privileged bubble. I'm grateful for where and how I grew up and I wouldn't change a thing about it - but I'm even more grateful to my parents, who were constantly reminding us how lucky we were by exposing us to those less fortunate and reminding us to never take for granted all that we had. My dad used to take me to pre-school every day. And every day, as we would cross over the Cooper River and into Charleston he would say, 'look at that, Pooh. We live in the most beautiful city in the world. We need to thank God that we get to live here.' Often, just as we came off the bridge, we would pass through a section of town that was nothing like our neighborhood. It was dirty. There were dilapidated houses and disheveld people wandering about. Without fail, every morning there would be a group of men sitting on a wall just around the corner from my school. My dad and I would wave to them every morning. I would roll down my window and stick half of my body out of the car to greet these guys. Sometimes, if we had enough time, we'd stop and buy them donuts. Looking back, I realize what my dad did for me. He treated those guys with the same respect that he did the businessmen on Broad Street. I thought those guys were our friends. It wasn't until many years later that I learned that they were homeless and most mornings, extremely intoxicated (which explained why they were so animated). But to me, they were a highlight of my day and I was always disappointed if they were not there. I'm beyond grateful that my dad taught me at a very young age to look people in the eye, shake their hand, and accept them regardless of their shape, size, color, status, etc.
In 1985, the most AMAZING thing happened. USA for Africa. Remember it?? Here, let me refresh your memory:
I was 7 and certain that this was going to solve all the worlds problems. Even though it didn't, what it did accomplish was solidify in a 7 year old little girls heart that someday she would visit Africa.
Well, if you thought 1985 was a good year...just wait for it. In 1986, I held hands with America. Who remembers that?? It was, in my 8 year old mind, the smartest and coolest thing ever thought up.
'Hands Across America' was a terrific idea and I was all in. I even got a tshirt. I remember thinking we were gonna change the world. Plus, there was no way I was missing the potential chance of holding hands with Kenny Rogers or c3po. (you have to watch the video for that to make sense). Anyway, my dad took me (and I suppose my mom and brother) up to the east side of town and we joined hands with the African American community (which, I'm sad to say, was a little abnormal for where we grew up and the way we grew up) and GET THIS...we sang 'We Are the World.' I was so fired up. I was holding hands with a young man from Africa. I remember thinking his accent was so cool. I remember looking up at him as he passionately sang 'there are people dying' with tears streaming down his face and knowing that our lives were very different. While still very young and not completely able to grasp the reality of just how privileged my life was compared to most of the world, I had a knowing deep within that I wanted to understand this man's life and where he came from.
Then I met Jama. I'm not sure exactly when we first met - probably 1988 or 1989. Jama Aden was a young Somalian and a member of the Somali Olympic track and field team. Through some simply amazing opportunities, my family was able to form relationships with Olympic runners from all over the world. But Jama was my favorite. Recently, I watched the movie 'Captain Phillips' about the pirated American cargo ship off the coast of Somalia. I couldn't help but think of Jama. I couldn't help but think about how his sport most likely rescued him from situations very similar to those portrayed in the movie. Jama was one of the lucky ones and he knew it. As a 10 year old girl, with no ability to comprehend what it was like to grow up the way Jama did, his stories moved me. They touched my heart in a way that changed me.
In 1994, well...
sorry, I had to do it. That was just a little comic relief. :)
Anyway, fast forward to 2003. I heard about this little blonde lady from California who was living in Mozambique and seeing miracles happen every day. Blind eyes were opening, deaf ears were hearing, dead people were being raised, multitudes were being fed from just a few plates of food. And she was saying all she was doing was loving them. Her approach was simple. Love God, love others. (sounds familiar, huh?). Anyway, her name was (and is) Heidi Baker and she is without a doubt, one of my heroes...
The more I heard about Mozambique and Heidi, the more I wanted to go there. It's been a dream in my heart for 11 years now to visit Mozambique and join in on what God is doing in that place. FINALLY, the time has come. I have the amazing opportunity to travel to Africa this July and fulfill a lifelong dream. I will be traveling with an organization called Global Awakening and our plan is to spend 10 days in Africa serving the poorest of the poor. We will serve food to thousands of street kids, we will pray for the sick, we will comfort those who are suffering, we will spend a night in tents in the bush to share the love of Jesus to unreached tribes, we will give the love that has been so lavishly poured out on us by our Heavenly Father. It will be amazing, heart wrenching, hard, wonderful, and everything in between. I know it will stretch me beyond what I think is possible. I will not be the same if and when I come back. (just kidding, mom and dad, I'm coming back). I can't wait.
I do need your help. Most importantly, I need your prayers. It's not totally unsafe, but it is also nothing like 22 Council Street (my childhood address). My personal safety, my health, finances, etc rest secure in God's hands. 'He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.' I am fully confident that everything I need for this trip will be provided in some way or another. I probably need about $5000 for this trip. If you would like to help, I would be so grateful.
There are a number of ways you can give:
through my GoFundMe page - this is very easy and you can make payments via credit card (I also update it frequently with info about the trip, videos, pictures...)
through PayPal - Pay Pal is a quick and easy way to send money. My user name is lizbailey1978@gmail.com (just make sure that you select the 'I am sending money to friends/family' option - otherwise, there is a fee)
if you would like to send a check, simply make it out to me, earmark it 'Liz - Soul Safari' and mail it to me: 12296 Water Tupelo Road/Jacksonville, FL/32226
I am so excited to share this experience with all of you. I am told that we will have very limited access to internet so I probably won't be able to communicate much while I'm there, but I will be sure to update you as much as I can and for sure when I return to the states. If you would like to be on the email list to receive these updates, simply email me at lizbailey1978@gmail.com.
I love you all - thank you so much for your love and support.
