Julita Kok is once again handing the steering wheel over to Jesus — this time on a road trip with God through Namibia. Read Episode 2 of her weekly reports here.
And here I am, 1 200km away from my home in the beautiful Namibia on a farm near Aroab. I have been here four days only and so much has happened already.
It was quite a trip from Cape Town to here, but thank God, everything went well and I crossed the border without any trouble. Arriving in Namibia, I soon realised that this is not South Africa. It is a vast country and a lonely road to travel. I have never seen such a long straight road as the road from the border at Noordoewer to Keetmanshoop. And from there it was only dirt roads. 120km of dirt road to my first destination. And my car did well. I was not sure that I would make it, but I think God turned my car into a 4×4 because I had no problems whatsoever.
Arriving on the farm, I met a beautiful couple and their three kids. That first meeting is always a little awkward. The first time I meet the people I am staying with. But with this family, I quickly felt at home.
The grass fields look quite beautiful to me and it seems that there is no drought here, but it is far from the truth. They recently received rain (not enough) and that is why the grass looks so green, but they are actually in their 9th year of drought. The hopelessness and the desperation is the first thing that struck me. I have been on four farms already and it is the same everywhere.
And the sad thing is that not only do these farmers battle the drought, it is also jackals, eagles, baboons and lynx that they have to fight off. While I was on the one farm, the farmer was so happy that his ewes had given birth to a few new little lambs, but when he got there, they were all gone — eaten by the wild animals. This just breaks their spirits. They are deep in debt and are at a place where they do not always know if there will be food on the table. They are at a desperate place and all of them feel God has to come through for them NOW. It is so sad to see them so broken down. The one farmer told me that he has two farms, but no means to farm anymore. From their 2 000 sheep, they might have 500 left. Truly a desperate situation.
I am here to encourage them and tell them that God is still God. But it is a difficult task when a grown man cries before you and say that he knows everything in the Word and he knows God, but he cannot believe anymore unless he sees the breakthrough.
Most of the farmers here cannot even pay their school fees anymore and their kids who are supposed to be at university are at home working on the farms. There is no money to study. They want results on their prayers.
What do you say to someone so broken down and desperate? I do not know. So all I do is tell them about the goodness of God. I tell my own God stories and somewhere in the conversation I see their eyes change. I see hope stirring as they, too, remember how good God is. And this helps as they suddenly hear His voice again and remember His promises.
But it is heart breaking. And yet, while looking the drought straight in the eye every day for nine years, they love God with all their hearts. And they give Him thanks for the blessings they still have.
So at this stage, I do what my hands find to do. I bring hope, I encourage and I assure them that God is still God and mightily able to change their situation around. One of the farmers’ wives got baptised in the Holy Spirit and what a glorious moment that was this morning. I also reached out to a domestic worker on one of the farms and she gave her heart to the Lord. It truly was a special moment. I just know that God loves these people more than I can say and that He is going to show them that he is God. Cannot wait to see what He does.
So tomorrow I am moving on to Luderitz and Bethany and then on to Mariental, Windhoek and Walvis Bay. Not much has happened yet to report back on as I have only been here four days and in the same area, but the ministering moments were filled with the presence of God and that is all I need — for God to join us during my conversations with the people. He said visit with them in their homes, and this is what I am doing.
Pray for me on these roads please. It is quite strenuous and challenging all the dirt roads I have to travel in my car, but at least I know the angels are with me.
Tomorrow I meet with farmers in their 80s already and I am sure I will have lots to share in my next letter.
Till I write again, stay blessed and remember to please pray for me and the farmers of Namibia.
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