Last Day

Good morning everyone! This is Becky writing. It's 7:30 on Thursday morning and the sun is rising here over the coastal town of Muizenberg. Later today we plan to go to the refugee camp and hand out our pillows, sleeping bags and coats. After that we're packing and heading home.
It feels weird to know that I'll be home so soon even though most of you that are reading this are thousands of miles away right now. Not that I don't want the comforts of home, but I would rather just stay here. Anyway, please pray for safe and smooth journeying.
Now let me tell you what we've been doing the past couple of days. On Monday morning after the last blog we headed for the farming community. I imagined we would be spending the day playing in the rain and sleeping in a muddy shanty. I'm really glad my assumptions are wrong so often. We came to the Community Center, which is a pretty big building with a stage and curtains in the front. We hung out with the kids there--played basketball, soccer, rugby, and even taught them how to play American football.
That evening, we had a little service where we invited the kids to ask Jesus into their hearts--out of the fifty or so that had come, only a couple knew him. Several times during the songs you could tell they wanted to accept him, but they were too afraid. But God was still working. A handful of the kids accepted Christ and I believe that very significant seeds were planted into their hearts. Our hostess told us that this was the first time missionaries weren't too busy to play with the kids, serving them through something so simple.
That night we spent the night in two cabins on a vineyard property. Our car alarm went off at about four, so loud that it sounded like a siren. The next morning again we played with the kids and left the place for Worcester at about one-twenty. We picked up our iPods there and ran off for Muizenberg.
On the way there, we passed an enormous shanty town stretching for a couple of miles that held about a million people. We also passed the Indian ocean. We couldn't get in because we were cold, we were in a hurry, and there was threat of sharks which nature freaks probably know about.
When we got to the YWAM we unpacked and explored. This place is amazing--it seems like it was a ritzy hotel in the early 1900's. That night we showered, played cards and ate candy.
The next morning, Wednesday, we were told that it was going to be our fun day, and it was awesome. We went to two markets in Capetown and a lot of people from our group went broke there. We drove towards Worcester after that but weren't told why. We stopped for lunch at Wimpy's the fast-food restaraunt (a big thing here, Dad) and that's where we learned we were going on a safari.
How can I describe it except to say very happily that it was a magnificent trip? We saw wildebeest, lions, rhinos, ostriches, springbok, and I know I'm missing some. It was a very interesting combination, though, to watch lions prowling around and then look up and see snow on the mountains so close by. About halfway through, our touring truck got stuck in the mud so we hopped out. It was raining and almost at freezing temperature, but we still had a great time. After that we had pizza at the Worcester mall and drove back to Muizenberg.
That's just a brief description of everything, but I have to finish up now.
I feel like I've learned so much during my stay here, but it's not really something I can write down. God is in this place, and he is working. There are so many broken things here--hearts and homes and lives, and I can't say we've fixed it all but we've made an impact on many. Keep praying for the people here, that God would bless them and use them and love them.