http://flyingsquidstudios.com/page0/Ã¢â‚¬Âhttp:/twitter.com/flyingsquidla I am honestly afraid to write this blog post.
Afraid I wont communicate what I experienced today, that I won’t describe the moments creatively enough that moved me to tears.
And there is no way I can, but I will try.
A few years ago I learned about micro-finance – giving a small loan to an impoverished business owner in another country. The idea of helping a woman who doesn’t have the resources I have build a business that would support her family and ultimately lead to the economic stability of a country was something that resonated with my soul.
So when Seed Effect asked me to join them on a trip to South Sudan where they facilitate micro-loans I jumped at the chance. I wanted to see how the process worked and meet some of these women face to face and hear their stories.
So here I am. In South Sudan. For ten days.
I would love to share the adventure of just getting here (which included a soldier with an AK standing over me while I showed him the contents of my bag…on a dirt road…in the dark…as we crossed the border into South Sudan) but I will spare you. The more important details are what God is doing here through women in a country still at war.
Our first few days have been spent walking through the dense market where these women have a 5×5 area, one right after another. They sit on the ground with their produce, many of them holding their children while they try to make eye contact with the passers by. Eye contact often times is the only thing that sets the woman who sells avocados a part from the woman next to her who sells avocados.There are no signs, no branding, no fancy marketing. Competition is all around. These women have no other option than to pray for their businesses every day.
While walking the market, we sat with 8 of Seed Effect’s clients the first day. They were so gracious to share 30 of their precious and valuable minutes with us. We asked them questions about their business, their family and if they knew Jesus. At the end we had the honor to pray for each of them specifically. In that moment of kneeling with the first woman I was reminded how big our God is, OUR God, the God of the world. This woman does not need to know my language for God to translate the spirit of our prayer over her.
Stay tuned for more stories in the days to come.
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Photos By: Mo Sadjadpour