This is WHY...

...  the Mustard Seed is in great need of a chest freezer,


This picture of ants attacking what it left over from the feeding program.

As our ministry grows,so our needs so we can serve God's children here in South Africa.  We are, by Gods Grace, running a much needed food program for the village children every afternoon. We prayed for
huge pots, another stove and enough food to feed 60 children everyday. God has answered our plea.  For most of these children, this is the only meal they receive all day. We never know who will be sitting down at The Mustard Seeds new tables.  In village life here, there are never clear boundaries in these little chaotic lives. Every morning,  I cook a huge pot of vegetable stew, and another pot of rice or samp. Sometimes it is not enough.  But often, the number drops and only 40 arrive for a meal. This can be due to rain, funerals, chores or sickness. Having no other option,the extra food is left out, in the big pots, for the following day.I am greeted next morning by two large pots filled with crawling ants. This precious food must now be thrown away, much to the village dogs delight. I know a chest deep freeze will solve my problem. Margarine dishes of left over food can be stored safely in a freezer.This has an added advantage as I will have food on standby when a hungry child comes to me, later on in the day, desperate for food. A freezer can store  extra bread that I am given for school sandwiches.  I understand times are hard and most families struggle to get through each month. But I am turning to you, as it just takes many people giving very little to make this a reality. This is a need to feed His hungry in a sensible and cost effective manner.  It is never easy to ask for help, but where His children are concerned I can do it. God Bless 

If you feel called to help us get a freezer, you can donate through the PAYPAL button on the side of our blog.

Tribute to a Little Mustard Seed Angel

I have just lost a portion of my heart. But, I know she was just lent to me for a while. She always was God's child. She truly belonged to Him. You could never   forget that. Her wide, ever present smile, even during periods of unending, acute pain and nausea. The inability to enjoy tasty food due to an ever present case of diabolical thrush.  The look of exhaustion that would send her into my arms, while her peers scream with laughter. This little girl represented the suffering of Christ. A victim of this cruel world. Years ago, this tiny little body had been the object of some grown males perverted lust.  She was given more than counselling and a teddy bear when she was rescued.  She left the clinic with a diagnosis of being positive with H.I.V.  You know the strain from Sub Saharan Africa. The deadly kind that is seldom successfully treated with anti-retroviral medication.  But, Jesus Christ never promised anyone of us life would be fair.  This little girl is a growing statistic in Africa where the belief that sex with a virgin is the cure for H.I.V.  The mere thought of a grown man sexually abusing a small, fragile child is horrific. But, in the minds the uneducated, whose brains have been consistently starved from lack of proper nurturing and bodies rife with toxins, it appears a very feasible cure.  

How do you change a belief such as this? Only the Holy Spirit can shine His Light into a darkened heart.  Until He does, we are surrounded by mewling, crawling, tiny victims. 

Little One, I will never, ever forget your obsessive love for the Bambi story.  How you loved to put your emaciated fingers through my hair as you tried to give me dreadlocks. Your beloved, fluffy dog that now sits in my room to remind myself of what true suffering is.  I miss seeing your ridiculously tiny clothes and shoes.  Your clinic card said that you were a seven year old failing to Thrive. Now, you are safe in the very warm, understanding arms of a Christ that sees and knows all, and you are definitely thriving.  You taught me about bravery, perseverance and love.  Until the day I die I will never, ever forget you.  You were a gift from God. You were born to suffer and die. Things have improved. They had to. You are now living life in all its abundance and fullness. I know when I cry, it will be because of the evilness of mankind and the beauty and promise of a new tomorrow.  I adore you oh Little One. 

Love Momma Julia    

Something is vitally needed.....

• The Mustard Seed is in desperate need of a deep chest freezer. This is the fifth morning I have had to get rid of food because ants have tried to devour it.  It hurts so much to have to throw it away because we have many hungry Angles.  When you offer a feeding program, you often have food left over.  It would be so helpful to be able to put the left overs in Tupperware containers and freeze it for the following weeks program.   Also, when I get a donation of day old bread, we could then put that in the freezer to save.  I am only go shopping once a week because it is such a terrible walk down the mountain. I have no where to store my frozen foods so I am forced to go daily. I am now at the end of my tether. A new chest deep freeze will cost $400 usd. 

Would anyone be able to help the Mustard Seed Ministry with the great need??  Helping us get a chest freezer will have a positive impact on the Mustard Seed Ministry and the Angles we feed!   A blessing beyond measure for sure.  Thank you for your prayerful consideration.