Prayerwalker Journals

"Even the camel-thorn trees are dying in the North West Province." This is the news flash that really hit home in my heart. The drought was getting worse. Some of the farmers were on the brink of bankruptcy. I felt the Lord lay on my heart to go on a prayerwalk in the North West Province. I started asking Him where he wants me to walk. That's when I saw the notice on Facebook. A prayer-meeting for men was to be held on the next Monday evening in Tosca. I knew in my heart that was where I should go. Tosca ... I heard the name often in the past few weeks as it was mentioned on the weather forecast as the hottest place in the country. After some research I found that the closest bus route from Johannesburg passes through Vryburg, 155km from Tosca. I realised in my heart that this was the route for the prayerwalk. The first challenge to my faith was when I felt Go lay on my heart to only buy a one-way ticket to Vryburg. He would arrange my return trip... and I

Earlier in the week, Stella and Kameel were listed as towns in the North West Province where farmers were still suffering heavily following the worst drought since 1933. That was my key, after a few weeks of trying to find God's heart for prayerwalking in the area. The name Kameel means "camel". A camel is a very self-sufficient animal who can survive very hot and arid conditions. It also symbolises a servant's heart or bearing a burden, even endurance or a desert journey. I was ready for my next prayer trek. I started the journey at 03h00, travelling to Stella. I set out for the the first leg of the prayerwalk from Stella to Kameel. The first person I spoke to said that this drought was already lasting 2 years. They had a little rain the previous week but they needed much more. I looked at the area with its fresh green grass and I thought to myself that it didn't look too bad. I thought about the effort I have put in to get here, just to find that things ac

This was the second prayerwalk where Marelise joined me, backpack, boots and all, for a prayerwalk. We drove out to the Brits area, in the North West Province. Our backpacks loaded with food for a few days, a tent and some spare clothing. We only had one arranged overnight stay (the first one) at a local farmer for the first evening. From there on we were on our own, walking into the open country-side. Just the two of us and Jesus, walking after a dream and searching for God's Father heart under the leading of the Holy Spirit. Just like spies As the days of entering the Promised Land drew closer, Joshua sent spies to check out the land.  And Joshua the son of Nun sent two men secretly from Shittim as spies, saying, “Go, view the land, especially Jericho.” ( Joshua 2:1a, ESV ) Very interesting that the farmer whom we stayed with told us he wanted to show us the route we would be walking. He took us in his bakkie (small truck) to the starting point. We then travelled on the s