This morning you will wake up to tweets about “postpartum Taylor Swift disorder” and news about how Kim Kardashian is the hottest mom on the planet.
I want to tell you about someone you won’t see in your Facebook newsfeed, or on the Today Show.
This is one of my new friends who lives in a slum in Lusaka, Zambia. Her name is Faith and she wears it well.
Her husband is a pastor. She helps him with the ministry, and cares for six children. And so that they can make ends meet, she raises chickens in her house.
200 chickens inside her house. Because she can’t afford to build an outdoor coop.
Now, this poses a couple of problems. First of all, it’s illegal to raise chickens inside because it’s a health hazard and if the police find out, the chickens will be confiscated.
Second, chickens need good ventilation or they die. Ventilation without air conditioning, in a small hut in 97 degree heat is no easy feat.
In addition, I wonder things like, how do you sleep with all the chicken noises, not to mention the chicken smells? How do you clean? It’s not like Faith has a Swiffer or a vacuum cleaner, or even a dust-buster.
She asked me if I liked her chicken. She says she prays over them 🙂
Never once did I hear her complain about chickens in her house, or having too little money or too many kids, or not having an oven.
I did hear her sing praises in the Bemba language – belting them out in rich, effortless harmony.
God is with us.
He has saved us.
He is mighty.
He is good…
I never heard her talk about what she didn’t have.
She talked about what she did have – dreams and a plan and faith.
We told her about the possibility of being part of a loan group through World Vision, so she went home and wrote up a proposal.
She wants to get a loan so she can build a large outdoor chicken coop. With that her family will be healthier, and the chickens will be healthier. She can raise more, make more money, and pay back the loan.
With what she earns, she wants to go to school to learn to be a tailor in addition to her chicken business.
No one will ever know about Faith unless I tell you. So today, along with all the stories you’ll read, you should know that a woman named Faith is striving in a corner of a slum in Zambia, trusting the God of Hagar – “the God who sees me” – to see her and her dreams.*
And whatever corner of the world you’re in, whether you have chickens in your house or not, He sees you too.