My partner in ministry, Scott Borg, wrote this post on the eve of his departure from Swaziland.

I always

have mixed
emotions when I go to Swaziland and when I leave to go home.  It's
always hard to go.

How do I summarize these past 8 weeks? So much work, so much hope, and yet so much darkness - the paradox that is Swaziland.  Undeniable light and unspeakable pain.  I am never away from that influence deep within.  I am a functional Swaziaholic.

I see some of the disparity in the faces of the children.  One child exhibits unbridled joy and gives my heart hope.

Another child reveals the difficult path of the life they are headed down.  The worries and darkness already show on the face and in
every step.  Life is a march, not a dance.  Day after day of survival bleeds hope from the soul.

I spend a lot of time working with people on  plans, models, and strategies to help Swaziland.  Leading trips, rallying resources,
bolstering staff, encouraging locals.  All these things consume my days here in Swaziland.

But none of it will save Swaziland.