by Lynda Commale
Africa has a way of changing you.
My first trip to the continent — to Uganda years ago — opened my eyes to both unimaginable poverty and profound resilience. I witnessed death firsthand, felt the weight of loss, and the joy of giving. During that trip, I helped distribute 2,000 bed nets to prevent malaria — an experience that shaped who I am today.
When I committed to this journey to South Africa, I told myself, You’ve seen the worst of poverty. This will be easier.
I was wrong — very wrong.
South Africa is breathtaking. The spring sunshine, the vast skies, and the warmth of the people fill my heart with joy. But once the work began, I quickly realized that beauty and heartbreak often coexist.
Day Two: From Laughter to Heartache
This morning started peacefully, with connection and joy.
Last night we had learned more deeply about the mission of Ma’s of Wellington — a remarkable organization serving the preschoolers of this community with love, education, care, and nourishment. Their purpose is simple yet profound: to strengthen children through compassion and faith.
Today, I spent time with the yellow group — a bundle of pure energy and light. They were all so stinkin’ cute, eating their porridge, giggling, and bouncing around as toddlers do. One little girl, especially curious about my hair, sat beside me for nearly ten minutes, gently playing with my curls. Her small hands moved so tenderly through my hair, and then she leaned in to give me a “head rub” — a gesture filled with sweetness and trust.
Of course, I returned the gesture.
It was a simple, human moment — one that didn’t require words, only presence. I don’t know her story. Does she have a mom? Did she lean into me searching for comfort, love, or connection? I’ll never know. But what I do know is that we shared something real — a quiet exchange of love and curiosity that will stay with me forever.
The Afternoon: A Lesson in Strength
Then came the afternoon… and it was one of the hardest of my life.
I met Delia, a true angel on earth. She’s a recent widow raising three children. Her home — made of corrugated metal — is small and hot, yet filled with love, pride, and grace. Despite the challenges in her life, Delia dedicates herself to feeding over 100 children in her community three times a week.
Today, a few of us joined her in making hundreds of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the long line of children who would soon gather outside her home. They come quietly, many barefoot, clutching small bowls — for what may be their only meal of the day.
Just imagine that.
Watching these sweet, innocent children line up along a fence, waiting patiently for food, shattered me. No child should ever go hungry. Hunger to this extreme simply should not exist — and it angers me deeply.
Yet in the midst of that heartbreak stood Delia — strong, calm, and faithful. Her strength carried me through those emotional hours. And the smiles of the children — their gratitude, their quiet “thank yous” — reminded me why this work matters so deeply.
Grace in Service
We need more Delia's in this world.
I am beyond grateful that Ma’s of Wellington supports her and that I had the privilege to serve beside her today. I hope to see her again before I leave South Africa. She is incredibly special — a living example of faith in action.
I promised Delia that next time we meet, we’ll dance together — and I intend to keep that promise.
This trip continues to remind me that service isn’t easy. It’s humbling, emotional, and raw. But within that struggle lies the beauty of humanity — in every smile, every shared meal, and every simple act of love.
South Africa has already left an indelible mark on my heart, and I know this journey will stay with me forever.
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