Karabo and a Comb

Karabo and a Comb

It was the beginning of me reopening my heart … and entrusting it to Christ.

I still carry a brown comb in my pocket that I received in an Operation Christmas Child shoebox gift when I was 11. It’s more than just a practical help, it reassures me of God’s faithfulness every time I look at it.

It is a reminder that God knows my needs, even the little things—and that brings me joy.


I experienced heartbreaking loss early in life. My father died when I was 5. Not long afterward, my mother left me with my grandma, and I didn’t see my mother again for years.

Growing up in my grandma’s village in Lesotho, a country encircled by South Africa, I helped take care of the family by hunting for food and tending to our garden and chickens. I walked four miles each way to fetch and carry well water.

My favorite part of the day was after supper when my grandma used to tell stories that often had a good life lesson to them. Then, before we slept, we used to get on our knees and pray. My grandma became a mother to me. She taught me a lot, including how to read and write. But most importantly, she taught me about God.

When my grandma died, I felt that my heart had shattered with despair. I went to live with my uncle in the city, but I missed being around nature in the countryside and hearing the homespun life lessons my grandma used to tell me each night. The following year, my mother died. Though I hadn’t seen her often, I grieved the loss of the possibility that she would return to me.


When I was 11, I saw a flyer about an Operation Christmas Child event at a local church in Lesotho. My cousin and I attended the event, where we heard the Gospel and each received a shoebox gift.

I didn’t have many things of my own. I was used to having to borrow something and then needing to give it back. When I received my shoebox gift, I couldn’t believe that the things in it were all mine for me to keep.

That gesture was a gift in itself. It was the beginning of me reopening my heart that I had protected so long from loss and heartache and entrusting it to Christ.

I remember the shoebox filled one of the holes in my heart. God used it to give me hope and fill what I was in need of—to fill my brokenness. I made the choice to seek Him, but He sought me, the God who sees and knows the deepest needs of my heart.

I had a desire to know Him more and started to learn more about Him. Then, I surrendered my life to Him and experienced His presence in my life. Today, I have eternal life in Jesus Christ—because of His love for me.

After all the things that God has seen me through, I’ve had a lot of people tell me I am lucky—but I say I am chosen. They say it’s a coincidence, and I say it’s a blessing. That’s the difference between the one who has seen the light of God and one who has not.