Tuesday, September 16, 2014

This is the House that Hope Built

In the last post, I wrote about Zinhle. You need to read it.
Because a resurrection doesn’t mean anything without a death.

There was so much death. Too much death.
But there’s a story of sovereignty for grieving mothers in the hands of the healing Father.

Sifiso and Lizzy, the family we took a chance on, know Zinhle.
Their worlds turned upside down when Ten Thousand Homes showed up into the pile of ashes that used to be their shack, and built a beautiful home and even more beautiful relationships. They got more than a house… They got hope.

They kept asking how to repay us, and we kept saying to love others the way they’ve been loved.

That pile of bricks started a movement in a community called Mbonisweni. Sifiso and Lizzy have become first responders, head lifters, and family to the familyless. They aren’t just paying it forward… they are multiplying our investment exponentially. They’re making Zinhle family.

Despite the talk of the town, the backsliding and the broken pieces, they wanted to build a shack on their property so Zinhle could have somewhere safe to live for free – with family. They asked us to pray with them for enough provision for Sifiso to build it after he gets home from a long day’s work at Ten Thousand Homes.

We huddled up with Holiness himself. We prayed together. We rallied the troops.

People who know hope build homes.
People who know family do family.

So we did.

Money came from North and South America.

The men from the church came from right down the road.

Pastor Sthembiso put on his work clothes and worked ALL day...
but please note that he kept his pastor shoes on.
A church from the UK, Discipleship Training School students, and the TTH staff came in a caravan.

And we built a shack.

We built with prayers, hugs and kisses, and hammers and nails.
We built that shack with hope. Because we had met Hope. And He builds Home.
People who weren't even there built Home through generous giving
and by sending a knitted blanket.
It took just over a day to build the first safe place Zinhle’s ever known. The first place to call her own. It costs about $150 US to build life where there was death.

This is the house that hope built.

Zinhle standing in her new doorway.

This smile is priceless.
The end of the first day of the shack. Zinhle on far right.

And you can't build a house without a welcome home party! 
Impromptu UK takeover and home party!

Too much goodness to worry about my photography skills... oops.

But you can still see the smile!

Praying over Zinhle, Lizzy and the new house of hope.

And then BACKIN' IT UP in the name of hope!
Please note how deliriously happy I am that Zinhle is smiling and dancing.

And y'all... she put some BOOTY in it.

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