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 © 2012 AID AFRICA  UK Registered Charity Number 1116336

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Personal history  ..... New life        
But that night, 19th November, 1977, changed my life forever.
I’d made a mess of my life but it seemed I was being offered a new beginning. Impossible! - but I’d give everything for a second chance.  If God was big enough to change my life, He was welcome to it! Several things became vividly clear,  I needed to:
I didn’t expect that experience on that cold November night to be life-transforming, but it was.   I felt clean.   My anger, bitter disappointment and hardened disillusionment started to melt, and gradually I became to know God’s love and power in my life.
“My life was just an ordinary life. I grew up in an ordinary, loving family, went to an ordinary school with average results. I followed the secretarial route into London, and thoroughly enjoyed my new-found freedom. Life on the surface was carefree and glitzy, vibrant with all the trappings of an opulent society, laced with vague promises of wealth, happiness, and success.
But underneath I became bruised, empty and drifting. Life became a chore.  I was getting through with alcohol and anti-depressants.  I no longer trusted people, was disconnected, disenchanted, and emotionally fragile.
Then I was invited to a Christian Meeting. “No way!” I thought, but shocked myself by agreeing to go. You see, as a child I knew God existed, but had no idea where Jesus fitted into the picture, and as time passed it all seemed irrelevant anyway.
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Early in 1990, just as our youngest child started school, I found a   lump in my breast, and there followed the difficult path through cancer. But God’s grace carried us through the surgery, radio- and chemotherapy, and all the physical, practical, and emotional challenges associated with it.

All was well until several years later, when I had pain in my shoulders
and started to lose the use of my hands.  Spinal cancer was diagnosed and the prognosis bleak. But a pioneering operation was performed,
using bone from my hip secured by bolts & screws, to repair the spine
and I’ve never looked back! And God was with us every step of the way...
We each have the choice how we respond to problems – my earnest desire was to stay close to God during this time – I never needed to ask “why me?” because I became fully convinced that He was in complete control and loved me to bits!
I met my husband David and our family grew along with our relationship with God.  We still had our share of the problems that we all face, but learnt God’s care during each challenge.       
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 Every blessing,      
I became proficient in trompe l’oeil stencilling – a highly developed interior design decorative technique and was invited to travel annually to America to teach the art.   

During one of these trips I also went to TACF – a Church in Toronto, Canada, where thousands of people gather, hungry to worship God and hear about His Father Heart.  At this Church I first heard about the work of Heidi and Rolland Baker, caring for street children in Mozambique and I was captivated by their passion for the poor.   

Dave & I visited their base in Maputo in 2003, then Malawi in 2004, and from then on we were hooked by the chronic needs and dire poverty of the communities we  now serve”.
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Accept that I was a sinner (can’t think of any other description!) and ask God’s forgiveness for all my damaging attitudes and actions, and choose to turn from them.
Ask Jesus to come into my life – as Lord.  And He did!
Allow the realisation that Jesus paid the cost of all my sin
in His death on the cross, thus releasing me into a new life. Freedom from shame – a fresh start. This was truly mind-blowing – and humbling as it was completely undeserved.
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We are often asked how all this amazing work started, and why, despite the traumas, disappointments and difficulties it continues. We’ve asked Lynda to tell her story ....
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