Tears

This week I noticed that the mud huts where one of the families I visit live had been knocked down. I assumed that they had got a government house in another part of the township. So today I took a Basotho friend with me to try and find out where they had moved to so that I could invite the kids to church on Sunday as usual.

We went to their old home and asked the neighbours where they had moved to. The answer didn't need translating - 'Fouriesburg'. Fouriesburg is about a half an hour drive from here, and much bigger than Clarens. I had no idea that the family were thinking about moving, it must have been a sudden decision. For the last 9 months I have visited them most weeks, taken the kids to church every week, shared the gospel with them, and really fallen in love with the family, particularly the kids.

So, Phethetso, who is the gorgeous little boy in the front of my main blog picture has left. I feel so unbelievably sad that I didn't get to say goodbye to this wonderful 3 year old and his family. I am gutted that after so many months I never managed to get the family to come to church with us or challenge them about ancestral worship. I'm upset that once again this has meant that little Mpho's life has been messed about with as he's sent to live with someone else as they couldn't take him with them. I don't understand why God would move them to a place where there isn't a work like Mapheo that will help this family, or as far as I know a grace-filled church. Tonight I have cried a lot of tears.