On Sunday, Mma Impo received word that her father passed away. She and her daughter were planning to leave Botswana later that day to come to Harrismith, South Africa to attend our women's conference. The news that her father passed away shook her, but did not deter her. Her daughter arrived, assuming they would have to cancel their plans and rather go to their home village to make funeral arrangements. "No," Mma Impo said. "Going to Mahalapye will not bring him back. God comes first. We are going to Harrismith. God has something for us there." So they came. Their expectancy was evident. The look in their eyes told you they were expecting an encounter with God. It was visible in many others' eyes as well. The women were hungry. Eager. Expectant. And God did not disappoint. The sessions were powerful, the ministry times were sweet, and the women's lives were changed. They were challenged, inspired, encouraged, motivated, and stirred. They left with a clear vision and sincere passion to be used by God in their communities.

One of the women was clearly suffering from advanced stages of AIDS. She was emaciated to the point of skin and bones, her cheeks were sunken and sallow, her gait was strained and slow. When she came forward for prayer, I had the opportunity to minister to her. My heart broke. I began to weep as I hugged her; it felt as though I was hugging a skeleton. She pressed through her pain and discomfort to attend the conference, longing for a touch from the Lord. I believe she received one; her face, amidst the suffering, radiated joy from within. Her presence at the conference also provided me a touch from the Lord, as He gripped my heart once again for this beautiful, precious woman and the countless like her who are dying across South Africa.

From Qwa Qwa to Botswana, a revolution has begun. Brace yourself. Something is stirring in Africa.