Our weeks here are packed with ministry, and it's been great.  We move around to different schools, care points and hospitals. There is a little boy named Nhloso in the Manzini hospital that I go to, and I visit him every time I'm in there.  We go twice a week.  I'm sure he has been sitting in this hospital bed for over three weeks because he has been there since our first time visiting.  Every time I go there during visiting hours he is alone.  Both of his legs are severely burned.

He is a five year old cutiepie, and he has the most adorable smile.  I wanted to share what I've experienced with him because I just believe that the Lord has woven himself deeply into this child's life even when it seems like this little doesn't have much outside guidance.  The Lord is so near to him.

Communicating with him is sometimes difficult because he doesn't know any English.  A couple weeks ago I was sitting with him, and he kept going on in his excited high-pitched Siswati voice.  He was getting frustrated because I couldn't understand him.  He stretched out his little hand to my face, touched my face and shut my eyes, and then he started to pray.  Another patient's mother who was in the room told me that he always prays, in the morning, in the middle of the night and all during the day.

He wants God to heal his legs, and it gets me so excited to know that God is forming a clear dependence on him even as a little child.  I love seeing God work like this.