Burundi Mission Trip

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Burundi Mission Trip

Charlotte Whitacre

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Text Box: couldn't bless a large crowd of 40-100, but I had enough in my backpack to bless 18. I had two semi-melted Luna protein bars in my bag. I was able to break each bar into 18 pieces, giving them two bites each. They held the small portion of chocolate and nuts in their hands respectfully and enjoyed their treat. I was somewhat disappointed to find out that Marcelina didn't come to join us for the afternoon celebration. That night I had a dream with Marcelina. Thursday, our last day, with only one hour to gather as many of the village as possible, I was determined to go back to Marcelina. I knew the Lord gave me a dream with her for a reason. I joined her, ministered to her, and prayed with her some more. I was happily pleased to see the same 18 children. I had a jar of crunchy peanut butter in my bag which cost me $1.00 at Wal-Mart. I was able to have all the children sit in a line and give them each two heaping spoonfuls of peanut butter. This delicious treat was followed by two large sips of water for each child. It reminded me of how Jesus was able to feed 5000 and have 12 left over baskets of bread with what seemed impossible! If you click on the link after finishing this letter you will enjoy watching the children. They were also each given a laminated verse from the bible. Please note that in the video you will see 24 kids… It's not that I don't know how to count, in Africa, as soon as a camera pops out, more kids come from nowhere! I thank the Lord that during this short trip, with very few people, more than 1600 souls were brought to the Kingdom of Jesus Christ! What an honor and priviledge it has been to serve the Lord, Most High. I thank you so much for helping me on my first mission trip. I thank you for your prayers, and your financial contributions. I must say that I am completely wrecked, and a completely changed person. I am ready to sell everything I own, and minimize my belongings to 2 boxes, and move to Africa. I only would need to keep my piano somewhere safe, and bring my animals along with me. Other than that, I'm ready to go serve the Lord! I know that I will not bring any of my possessions with me to heaven, so I might as well leave them behind now. And I must tell you I was once a very high-maintenance, sports car driving, materialistic person when I was of the world, I have way too many clothes, purses, shoes, and fun trinkets. So there are many things to go through and sort, sell, give away in these next days as I prepare for the calling of the Lord. I remember growing up hearing from several people they wanted to make a difference In this world, but I never related. Now I totally relate. But I don't want to make a difference so that Charlotte will be remembered, I want to do it for God. I want to glorify God in the process. I wouldn't be here writing this letter if he didn't breathe life into me in the first place. Our time on earth is so short. I want to make a difference for God's kingdom. I got to thinking and I asked myself "what am I really accomplishing in America?" I am living day to day, working for comfort.. I mean, what is it I'm doing? Working to pay my bills, and eventually rise up the ladder of success, to then one day retire and relax in comfort? I have come to realization that this is total nonsense. That is not the Lord's plan for me. And I know

Text Box: Wednesday & Thursday (last two days) were highly meaningful for me. We had to hike up a large hill to get to our destination. Because of this, the normal pack of 30 kids that regularly followed me around, didn't join us. When we arrived to our destination, there were 18 children. This village was very dark, the presence of the enemy was thick and obvious. We prayed heavily over the village and were able to share with many, however there were two specific people who wanted nothing to do with us. There was even one lady whom the whole village feared due to witchcraft. A lady named Marcelina secretly pulled me in her house for prayer after she gave her life to Christ. She shared a similar experience to mine. Marcelina's house was a dirt floor with a roof of palm tree leaves, and it was the size of my bedroom. After finishing with Marcelina, I counted the children, and was pleased there were only 18... Not because I didn't like the children, but because I could actually bless 18 children. I