Birthdays and holidays

This has been a wonderful run of days. There has been much to think about and plan, and much celebration.
Saturday we had our Teen Club meeting and also a planning meeting after that. Lots of fun, many kids showed up and we had a lively day of it. I am really impressed by this club and really quite in love with the group of young ones who have joined. They are lively and funny, sometimes a little too rowdy but really lovable. They are so thrilled to have people fuss over them and frankly they deserve being fussed over.....
Saturday evening I was taken to a Christmas program by Carl and Melody, good good friends here. It was at their Lutheran church. I sat listening to the concert, and speakers and stared at the decorations. It seems so strange to be here at Christmas,especially with the heat. And I wondered whether being so far from home would bother me this first year here.
Strangely, I am actually joyful. I do not miss the craziness and bustle we create in America at this time. I do not miss glaring red and green lights and gaudy decorations. I do love decorated trees and some of the pretty colors. I do not miss having to shop last minute and worrying about everything being done.
One of the thoughts I had was that I may miss snow. After all, we were raised to love "white Christmases". I realized we were in the desert-no snow EVER. Then, I realized our weather here must be very similar to what the First Christmas had for climate. Jesus as an adult actually sought the wilderness to commune with His Father. Was snow really that necessary?
Yesterday, I celebrated my 50th birthday. It was so wonderful! It started early, about 730am with a visit from some of the teens from my church knocking at my gate on their way to work. I received a few visiotors, then went to Carl and Melody's house for what I thought was a small party. There were quite a few people there and I was rather overwhelmed. I received wonderful gifts but the most special gift of all was the love and friendship I received from this crowd. We sat out late on the porch, laughing and singing and just relaxing. There was a small group of children there and they of course made me smile. I looked around and thought about my blessings-there were several countries represented and age groups as well. My friend Busi made the cakes, yes, two cakes and we had ice cream much to the delight of both the young kids and the old kids. I finally got home very late and slept in........very happy.

Rest in Peace Odetta

As a former hippie and a present folk music fan, I just want to say thank you Odetta for being a huge influence on our lives. What a voice! Deep, soulful, full of life well lived. I saw her in concert a few times and she was incredible-what a spirit! If singing could heal, she would have cured much of the world's injustices. Thank you for your songs! I know God is listening to another great troubadour.

hmm

did I mention that it is hot today? Very very hot---and we have no running water today!!! But I am still smiling!!!!!!!

Thanksgiving on the farm and Jimi Hendrix' birthday!

Yesterday was our Amercian Thanksgiving and I was invited to spend the day with some friends who are Peace Corps volunteers. These are American women I met while working at the Teen Club.
The day started very hot and stayed that way. The drive to the farm in Sebina was pretty uneventful except for the usual rash drivers and livestock. Sebina is about 40 klicks from Francistown. I turned unto a dirt road marked "Dikgomo Farm" andheaded into the most interesting part of the trip. The roads were rough with mudpits from the recent rains. The bush that surrounded the path seemed like it spread out forever. When I finally arrived at the guesthouse on the farm, I was once again startled by the beauty that is Africa. The landscape was huge and spacious, and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue. It was desperatelyhot, and we did not sit outside for long.
The conversation was delightful and we laughed until we hurt. There were three of us at first-LeeAnn, Laura and myself. LeeAnn is the same age as myself so we strolled, or raced down memory lane. Realizing lol, that it was Jimi Hendrix' birthday, lol, we went in and threw some old stuff into the CD player and laughed.
We were joined by Nurit, a doctor at one of the local hospitals, at around 630. We stood out on the veranda and watched the sunset. Wow! The sky went through many phases of color and the scenery changed color with the light. almost immediately the stars popped out.
We went inside and ate a collaborative feast. Chicken, mashed potato, veggies, bread and devilled eggs. Oh and dessert was homemade apple pie-not usually my favorite but I have become a convert.
The other women are not Christians, and we had the most amazing conversations. They listened intently while I talked about why I am a believer and why I am so passionate about it. I talked about how salvation was important but it was not the reason I serve. When I explained that love is the reason I serve, I think it shook them up a bit. Many times our non yet believers only get to hear that they must be saved or die. As humans this does not always sit well. It is easy to question. But if we Serve Our Lord from our hearts, and souls we serve with much more relevance and well, joy! Of course salvation is important! Vital really! But I prefer to talk about my beliefs as part of my day to day minute to minute living, not as a lawbook I carry, tucked under an arm. I do not love not yet believers less, rather it is equally important to me to share the love God has for them as well as be grateful for the love He has for us. I do not know if this is a form of evangelism. I only know that iving thanks is a daily event--and it is good to have a special day to share that.

"We will show them the Holy Spirit that lives in us"

Glyn and Susan, my colleagues in Gabs, have been supporting and starting Bible studies in various areas for the leaders of the Spiritual churches. There is one on going here in Francistown that I stop in and visit occasionally that meets every Monday evening. This past Monday evening the Francistown group finished one study and were gearing up for the next. They invited me to come and fellowship and partake in refreshments. When I arrived, the group was scattered throughout the room, finishing their exams. With great intent and focus they were al hoping they had listened well during the classes!
As the tests were being graded by Philemon and Mme Khaisa, the group of baruti lined up to receive the booklets for next session. I can tell you they did this with excitement and much conversation.
We then sat together, prayed and sang praise songs. Some of the songs were in English, and some in Setswana. All were very beautiful. I listened while several of the pastors spoke and was so blessed.
Part of the discussion was about other study groups in the area that were not so enthusiastic. Some of the pastors expressed disappointment and we discussed visiting them to see if there was something we could say to help and encourage. One maruti, who had been very quiet, spoke of his group's primary responsibilty in this. He talked of how he felt the study was increasing his knowledge and expending his awareness of the Holy Spirit's working in all our lives. He felt strongly that what we needed to do was to do what we are supposed to do first, and the Holy Spirit will be shown in this action.
I enjoyed this greatly, first there was the appreciation for the work Glyn and Susan have been doing to nurture these studies. Second, the results are awesome! If this group has anything to say about it, everyone will be doing these Bible studies! It certainly says a lot when every single member of the group queues for their next session with this excitement.
And for us, it is another indication that what we do influences others-that our love for Our God should be apparent-obvious to those around us.

Thanks Paul

Philippians 3:13-14
No, dear brothers and sisters, I am still not all I should be, but I am focusing all my energies on this one thing:Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead. I strain to reach the end of the race and receive the prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us up to heaven.

Rain!

Well it has finally started to rain! It has not cooled off much, but the evenings are more bearable. Everything is becoming a bit greener and the skies-wow! The lightning is just incredible. We really are very thankful for this bounty. The mornings have been a bit sunny, and then the clouds gather as the afternoon wears on-I look forward to the very romantic sound of rain hitting my tin roof. As this season opens, we also are getting migratory visitors-there are new birds here for their breeding season so I am blessed to hear new songs and cries. We are also getting some pretty interesting albeit ugly bugs but the rain is here!

Determination can come in all forms; it is a young girl, struggling with beginning in her teenage years with HIV. She sits at a table and tells us when she was 11, she just wanted to die. Everyone knew she was positive, and avoided her at all costs. Her classmates became like strangers, and relatives, well, the ones who were still alive treated her as a heavy burden. Now she is thriteen and is determined to fight-she wants people, especially her peers educated about this plague. It was not her fault she contracted it, but she is no longer deeply ashamed. Rather she is angry that children must be treated badly. This young one wants to teach people sensitivity and compassion; and she wants her HIV+ peers to feel the same.
Determination also comes with a group of young adults who do not want to continue in a tradition that is stagnant for them. They write plays, poems, and songs to demonstrate that there is a way out of a lifestyle that is destructive. Coming together to pray together, they no longer just pray for Botswana's burdens, although that is huge, they also pray for the world leaders to help. These are youth that see on a daily basis alcoholism, HIV, TB, domestic violence, and lack of motivation. Coming face to face with this takes a lot fo courage-it takes even more to push toward righting things that seem so wrong.
Encouragement seems so valuable here. I am humbled by the work the younger generation is trying to accomplish. Sure, there is still alot of apathy. And certainly many people hold to believing that things are what they are-that life is hard so do not try and sap what is left of your strength. Hope has a funny way of leaking into situations thought hopeless. God will always make a way for us if the work is Kingdom-minded.

hot

So I really have been very negligent! So much has happened and yet well here we are....
This is going to be out of chronological order so just hang on. I have two new kittens-very little, and very cute. They are fixed little boys who are mostly balck with white stockings. Their names are Jericho and Hero. I am in love although my dog is not quite there. She is a bit jealous but mostly curious.
The weather is just plain gross. Very very hot, and dry. No one feels like dong anything and everyone is in a bit of a temper. I am just plain tired. But the little bit of rain we have had seems to be sparking new life in the plants so well, we will just wait and see.
I am settling into my house and routine, and I am enjoying the work in front of me. The youth center takes a good deal of my time but I am now seeing that I have been there a tad too often. The young adults there are full of hope and energy, but are just learning now how to facilitate their ideas. It is interesting to see them accomplishing things without expecting someone else to do it. There are still some issuses and I think there will always be issues with expectations on all sides.
This is not an eaasy country to grow in....the climate is just brutal, and the death rate is high from AIDs, disease, alcoholism and suicide. It must be so hard to be young and watch what must seem hopeless. The young ones at this youth center are great prayer warriors-they believe that God hears them and they pray fervently for their peers, and their country. I am so moved by what inspirational words come from them.
My health has been decent-I am not used to this heat but hopefully will be. My Language lessons are going well, although my accent is still awful. But the criticism I get comes mostly from ex pats and not from the locals who are pleased I am learning and are very encouraging.
I have been visiting several churches and am finding friendly faces and warm greetings. Now when I go into town people will stop me to tell me they saw me and I am enjoying this greatly. I was also visited by good colleagues and friends, Dan and Yvonne. We had a terrific week and I miss them already!

the weather

okay...so this will not be as long as it should be or even as thought provoking as you may want. But it is hot. Not just a little hot. It is really really hot. The ground is so hot it hurts to get a stone in your shoe. Hot. yup. I am heading out for iced coffee because, well it is hot!!!

major blessings

This period of settling has been a great stretch for me. There are so many new things that are part of my daily life and more newness to come I am sure.
I have a difficult time asking for help, and this is something I strongly need to work on. I have however received much support and friendship from people here in town and i am really excited about it. For instance, as I said earlier, I was feeling really down about how hard allergies hit me. As I discussed this in my Bible study group, other women talked about what they went through when they first came to Botswana. It is si dry here, and windy and yet such beautiful flowers grow here!My bible group has really made me feel like a part of something and I get to hear such great stories. Most of the group are missionaries. But a few women are not and this study has been going on for YEARS!!! One of the women, Nicky, has been in Botswana since 1962. She and her husband are quite involved with wildlife and her stories are fascinating. She is helping me with my love of birds and aanimals and tomorrow we are going birding.
My neighbors are also very warm and wonderful. They come from all over Africa and each has their own story and viewpoint about life. Most are Christians. Very exciting. They make me feel as though I am part of this tapestry we have woven in Francistown. God is so awesome-giving us what we need whether we recognize it or not.

work

I am still feeling my way around what I supposed to do here. I have visited the youth center a few times and am torn between being there very often or hanging back until we are all used to each other. I have been to the youth Bible study and am impressed by the focus and caring the young folks give their study time. Benny seems to be working very hard and he is not quite used to me yet. Part of it is the fact, I think, that I am a woman. With both him and our friend Philemon who leads the adult Bible study, they are used to working strictly with men and I am a bit of a shock for them. I know that this will change in time, and it is really up to me to be patient. Philemon and i have discussed taking me to different churches but he is not licensed and I also am not yet. So i spend a lot of time walking around talking to different people and just keeping an appearance.
Last week was a prayer meeting for the release of the new Kalanga Bible translation. At this point, it is just the New Testament and Psalms, but it is an important start. The Kalanga people area strong influence in this area in particular and this translation will be a great blessing. The meeting was packed-we were jammed into a room and it was a wonderful meeting with speeches and songs and great joy. Afterward, we did not stay as long as I would have liked, but I did get to talk to a few pastors and church representatives. Here it is important that people at least start by gettingto see you around and involved so I felt like this meeting was a step in the right direction.

settlin'

Well it has certainlybeen a while...I did not realize I had not blogged in a month. So much for the accusations of addiction heh? lol....
It has been a very busy month. There has been lots to do with settling in and I must admit that I underestimated the time it would take. On top of that, I developed bronchitis rather severely, and was a while nursing that. Since I am currently without a car, I walk almost everywhere. It has been a very dry month and it had been rough on my asthma. I am not as disciplined as I should be with my meds, and now I am learning here you just cannot be frivolous. It costs me a lot of time to take care of this. Also, allergies are bad here this time of year and so I am working with that.
Despite all of that, i have really loved my house! The yard is coming along very slowly but as I said it is dry. The birds are enjoying themselves, and my puppy, Tsolo seems to think this is her yard and her house. She is really getting quite a personality. She is very funny and hard headed and loves to play. She definitely has the cute thing going and knows how to use it. I am quite taken with her!
Life is good!

daily life

For me, things have always popped, exploded, made big noise-lots of flashes and booms. My life has been pretty chaotic and I have found that I created a comfort zone in that madness. Indeed , I expect it and have made jokes about it.
It took as everyone knows, quite a long wait for me to get here. And i have spent countless amounts of time focusing on that point, which really is not that important in the long haul. It is not remarkable that I got here-after all, God puts us where we need to be in His plan. What then is my lesson or is there one?
Life here is definitely not what it was in the States. And i will continue to write about that. However, I am reminded that despite location change, i must and am commended to continue to believe and trust in God's Plans for me. It is not enough for me to focus on that tired old story of "woe is me it took me so long to be here"....
I have an obligation now not to focus and spend excess amounts of time reminiscing about those tough ol' days of waiting. It is not healthy, or necessary. It is like getting a new position or career 's and sitting at my desk just glad to be at my desk. I am obligated as part of Christ's Kingdom to move forward into what my job or duty is.
I feel very convicted that I spend too much time in reflection instead of planning ahead and keeping to the path where God has placed my steps. He is steady, unchanging, and always faithful. His Love is huge! But because He is unchangiong I must commit myself to being changeable, to get out and loose of old patterns that hinder my progress. i cannot help or serve anyone if I am stuck in a rut of old memories and old styles. Lord, help me to be the flexible person you need me to me. Let me not tarry too long in one spot without moving forward. Forgive any amount of sloth in my work.
Yes, I think that we can get so easily stuck in hey I am in a new place and not move from that spot. I have felt often like I am trying to run in thick cement. But was it not me who poured that cement?

trying again

Oh my goodness! I have a three month old puppy and she is really the most beautiful puppy ever!
She is part Shepherd and part Retriever. Her face is black and her body is mostly dun colored with a few random spots of black and white. Her name is Tsolofela-meaning hope promised, and I call her Tsolo for short. She is definitely a baby and quite the character. She already is very attached to me and I love her dearly. Carl and Melody have her sister, and I am housesitting for them so the girls are having a playdate. I cannot believe how much I just adore her........

Really-a new addition!

A new addition!!

...catchin' up

So I guess I am behind! Lets see what I can remember...lol.
I moved finally into the house on July 25.
The contractor did a wonderful job and the house looks great. Of course, i have no furniture in the dining room or living room yet but there is plenty of time. I love the kitchen-lots of space and easy to manuever around the huge countertop. The house is very open and airy. I also have a guesthouse on the side of the house and there is a young Batswana man living there-Darius. He is part of an organization called Kings Foundation which works with sports ministry. He is delightful and often has teens around to help him with different projects. they are lively and I enjoy their commotions greatly. My neighbors are truly wonderful and much of my neighborhood is very Batswana. I can often hear the bells for a goat or two and we have a couple of donkeys that manage to walk the street occasionally.
Sunday Aug 3 I took the train to Gaborone mostly to say good bye to Susanna, returning to Canada, and to see Adriaena in a dance assembly. The ride was uneventful, and long and I was surprised at how chilly Gaborone was! It was great to visit everyone and I got to see two movies-Hancock and The Dark Knight. I really enjoyed both, as Francistown does not have an active movie theater.
I also got to spend some "team time" with Susan and Glyn and that was certainly good.
I returned back to Francistown on Friday August 1 and was really happy to get home. Despite having troubles with my US bank account and a stolen cell phone, I am finally statring to feel more settled and oriented. I have felt for the last couple of years like I am drifting a bit-without a solid base from which to work. Although things are not perfect, I am content. It has been such a pleasure to be with my Francistown friends and feel like part of a community. People here semm genuinely hospitable and generous with their emotions and spiritual paths. I love living alone, but am strengthened by fellow Christians and their input into my life.

coming attractions

Okay, i am behind.....more to come soon-I promise!

The Art of Queuing

One of the things people who have been to Africa warned me about were the long lines. There are lines, queues for everything. I did not stand in long lines for a few weeks into my assignment, but now it is inevitable.
The longest lines seem to be for the ATM. It seems to be a habit that the locals will stand queue for a very long time for a very small amount of money. It could be their personal economics or just culture.
The queue I usually end up in at the ATM can take from very little time to an hour or more. My first time waiting was horrendous. I was fighting my inner anxiety at waiting so long and biting my lip about why it takes so long. After all, I am a guest currently here. I started to watch people very closely after a while. No one butts in line, at least not any of the locals. Everyone here seems to know each other and often for my bank I am the only white. The sense of personal space here is different; I often feel like people are right on top of me, and yes they are! The old women tell stories to each other, the young women primp and preen, the young men watch themselves in the glass doors, and the old men laugh with each other. I fall in love with this social event-and consequently I become part of the event. People will shyly smile at me, and of course I smile back. The favorite question is" How do I find Botswana?" I do not know what they are expecting-but I tell them how much I love this country and then everyone starts to ask mre questions. The younger folks are proud of their English and what they know about the States and sometimes they are shocked that we are not "the perfect place to be". I tell them how much I have been enjoying Botswana and they start to be really excited to tell me what I should be doing and where I should go.
If the conversation is going to be lengthy, I will tell them I am learning Setswana. Then I am swamped with people testing me and laughing. Here the locals laugh whether you are wrong or right. They are so excited that I actually want to learn their beautiful tongue. The younger folks will tell me greetings are all I need, but the older folks are very happy that I am learning conversational Tswana.
After a while, I become disappointed foolishly if there is no queue. Francistown is a good little town, full of surprises and everyday gifts! God is gracious in showing His Face in everyone we meet. Ke a legbogo!

grrrrrr

today---total frustration

Reaching out or reaching in

I think a lot about what we are supposed to do for our neighbors. We are told to clothe the cold, feed the hungry, comfort the sad. Jesus goes on to discuss those that did not do this these things and ask at judgment"Lord, when were you ever hungry, etc" . Jesus then says He knows them not....
I believe strongly that this is not a suggestion, it is a command. We are to love one another. If God is Love, and we all seem to agree with this simple definition as a starter, then our command is to look, no, FIND the face of Jesus in everyone we meet. We are to show Jesus to everyone; then it follows that we must constantly work for this, and present His kind face to everyone. Wow, some difficult feat. It is difficult to do this in light of so many tough and wrong things around us. And of course it is sometimes most difficult to show this Ultimate love to people who are close to us, or have been close. In doing this, we must be vigilant that prejudice and pre-judgment does not occur.
Our message at church yesterday was about cultivating the hunger and need for God. And the consequential feeding. Do we have a right to feed on God's Word if we are not sharing it? Jesus lived as a human within a community with His followers. Though He had no home, no real place of rest, He shared His existence with a group of followers.
I pray that I learn to share God within all communities, and that I do so without judgment or prejudice or self righteousness. I pray that I learn to see God in all people.

Listen...His people are worshipping.......

Sunday morning i walked to a local church called The Rock. On my way there, I was thinking about the sounds you hear in the African morning. Slowly, peacefully, I heard the sound of singing. As I looked behind me, two teen girls and a littler girl were walking in my direction, holding Bibles. As they got closer, i realized they were singing in that beautiful African way of one starting, the other following with the song. All three beamed brilliant smiles at me, and I smiled back. They apologized for singing so loudly and I asked them to please continue. As I walked to the Rock, they walked with me, singing sweetly to Our Lord. When i got to the Rock, they turned to go to their church.
On my way home from a marvelous service, I could hear singing from many different places. Some songs I recognized, some I did not. I have always loved church bells, but the sound of such glorious singing overwhelms me here. In many services, there are no instruments, just voices singing, pleading, worshipping, thanking........

Dating and the mission field

I have noticed for a long time that my "romantic" life seems to be a source of great curiousity. Sometimes I get subtle questions, somethimes the questions are so direct! I am surprised by this in many ways.
When I became a Christian, I realized how important time spent with the Lord is-whether it is prayer or Scripture reading. I have found that my judgment in picking dates has been, well, not so hot. And, the longer I live without a partner, the more settled in my own ways I seem to be.
As I started to answer the call to the mission field, I beleived that I must put my decisions into God's Hands as I cannot any longer rely on myself. Nor should I. God has been so good to me, so merciful, and I am grateful.
I knew when I was in the States that if someone came into my life-he would need to have a big neon sign form God that said"Pick me!"But he would also have to have an interest in missions. We are to seek Him first in all things, whether you are a mission worker or not. I am certain I am supposed to be here, now.
Many locals ask me about my life and I am honest about it. Yes, perhaps someday I would like to get married again. However it is up to the Lord, in whose capable loving hands I place my life, to decide when that will be.
Happily, I have not met anyone who could or would stand in my way of doing this ministry. I am a romantic at heart, but have not met anyone in the last two years I felt was even a possibility.
If it happens, it must be by God's Will not mine.

gratitude

I have indeed spent lots of time-too much time talking about what I endured to get here. It has been sometimes a heartbreaking experience but I have to add-I discovered that there are so many great things I should have added.
Over the last couple of years and even now, people have walked into my life to help me out. I have had people like the Testas and the Griffins and my brother open their homes to me and yet not expect anything in return except that I do my best. I have had folks in my church become so generous with time and money. And I have had friends, true friends, look out for me and help me to stand up and be strong at times when I thought that I would fall.
I also learned who my real friends were and who were not-and this is a great thing as well. God finds good in all times, and it is good to separate yourself from bad or just toxic individuals.
Here. I have found such great folks as well. When I went to the village to stay for a bit, my host family gave me their main living quarters and moved into a hut. They brought a bed for me from town and fed me everyday.
My colleagues guided me while also trying to do their own daily work.
I encourage you to look for these special angels in your own life. I am now staying with a couple who hardly knew me while my house is being fixed. since the word angel means messenger, and all these people live the Message of God everyday-then I am surrounded by angels.

facts of life

Well, some interesting facts about this part of Africa.......
This is beginners Africa so things are more modern than most of the rest of Africa.
We have cell phones, because the landlines often do not work.
We have TV, very very bad TV if you do not have satellite. I do not.
We have no chocolate chips(oh, the inhumanity) but have different flavored potato chips. Okay,this requires examination. In the States we have some sort of strange chips like ketchup flavored and dill pickle flavored. Here we have, are you ready?
Chutney flavored
BEEF flavored
peri peri chicken
black olive and garlic--yup that I bought
Today I saw LAMB and mixed herb flavored.
The best was the day I saw Peking Duck flavored crisps. Listed as one of the ingredients--duck powder. You figure it out, I will not.

Now, i will tell you that the beef and chicken down here are the best I have ever had. The vegetables are wonderful and everything is usually so fresh. There are lemon and grapefruit trees in our yards, along with mangoes and papayas.
Life here is so different, and amazing. I am blessed.

addendum to people missed

yIKES!
More......
Kathy and Paul and their seven children
and Rosemary
and my fav tattooed Phoenixville fan.....
and the Sirons and miskos............
and my favorite cell group-Kirsten, Keri, and Amber
sigh...........
But I am making new friends here as well so no worries. I am very blessed by great people in my life. The one or two people I may have lost as friends these past few months were never really friends but I wish them blessings as well....

okay, so I am over that minute of homesickness

I really do miss people a lot but I am really pretty content here. Francistown is an interesting town and just about everything is in walking distance. Now, that does not mean given the trouble with our neighbors right now you should walk everywhere. But the weather is excellent and things are really close.
I am staying with Carl and Melody and they have taken me around quite a bit.
i have met alot of nice folks. Philemon has taken me out to a village church and i am expecting to return there soon.
Currently my house is still being restored so I am waiting on that. I am looking forward to moving in there but I have to admit, I might get used to this slow paced life.
I have discovered that people here move in their own time zone. When it is hot here, no one moves. Even though some things seem to take forever, everything seems to have a decent conclusion. I have always hated waiting in line, but here it is a way of life. The fun part of this is that it becomes a social event. Since i am normally the only white person in line, people are curious and they are a bit shy. So I smile and say dumela to all around me and then we all start talking.
When God sends us out, and remember He sends US all out, He expects us to take nothing. At least nothing tangible or materialist. We are handed a backpack full of gifts, and we can just reach in when we need to use one or two. I have been gone only a short time, but I feel like nothing will ever be the same for me again. Funny thing is, I feel so strongly that everything I have done in my lifetime has led me to this very spot. My mom tells me when I was a little girl, I used to run across the road to the woods and fields and pretend I was in deepest Africa. I barely remember that, but I can still remember the thrill I received when mny plane landed in Gaborone. Working in Him, resting in Him, what more do I really need?

for fun--top groups of peoples i miss

1. My family- crazy they may be
2. Sarah and Grey
3. Adriel and Scrabble
4. Ethan!!!! And NATE!!!!!
5. My guys-Hank, Mikey, earle, jim, kyle, jeff, joe, and their families!
6. that means Pat!
7. my babies at church--JRod, Zack, Bryan, Cole, Tyler, Josh, Lanie, Noah, the bonner-hewitt clan, etc.
8. THE MR AND MRS ROSE
9. Sarah Sally
10. Justine
11. My church family
12. Hope and Molly Proctor
13. John and Tess
14. all those people from KinderCare
15. Well, I am thinking!!!!!!!!!!

A view from here

Wow, so many things to think and write about....
I am in Francistown finally and I think it will take me a while to settle. Currently, i am staying with an American Lutheran couple while my house is being repaired. There was quite a bit of work to do and I still have to buy appliances. I will wait because we are putting in tile and ripping out carpet. There is little sense down here to having carpeting. The house is really nice and I look forward to being in it and also I do not want to wear out my welcome here.
I have already met several women from various countries in a Bible study here. There are a lot of activities here and I am enjoying getting to stretch out a bit.
There is a bit of tension in Botswana as we wait for the election in Zimbabwe. I am praying that what is done will be best for the people but it is hard to tell. The inflation is very high, violence is high and there is very little food. It is hard to see people go through this.
Yesterday Bible study was Mark 10:13-31. The rich man asks what can he do, after all, he has followed what he was taught to do by the Ten Commandments. Jesus tells him basically to give it all up.All his riches, which of course is the man's entire identity.
Today I have thought a lot about self esteem and our own identity. We really do not usually know I think how God looks at us unless we pursue our identity in Him. Regardless of our self titles, and what we think is important, it all becomes nothing if we do not follow Him on His path-as opposed to OUR path. When I became a believe, I remembered His eye is on the sparrow. It does not say His eye is on the big fancy multicolored bird, His eye is on that cute little plain brown sparrow. Our identity in Christ is what is important, not what we or the world thinks. I pray that I learn not to be so hard on my failings or anyone else's....I pray that I learn God uses us all in spite of these flaws. Most of all, He loves us--He created us to be who we are and who we can be in Him.

Pitseng

On Thursday June 5, we travelled to a village in the Kalahari called Pitseng. Mennonites have a legacy with this village; the church was supported and the village economy was helped. There is a compound where Mennointes lived and it is now abandoned. When we arrived, the kgosi or chief, assigned an elderly man to accompnay us to this compound. the village wants to use it for Bible study. We also toured the clinic and school, and also the maize fields. Truly beautiful in the midst of harsh conditions. Water is definitely an issue here but that does not seem to affect the attitudes of these good people.

Steve's Visit

Alright settle down. I know it has been 2 weeks since I posted but things are crazy busy.
My north Amerikan administrator, Steve arrived Wednesday June 4 to see how things are....
He is easy going and pretty relaxing to talk to so I was not totally worried. I had a lot of questions but knew most or at least many would be answered in conversation. Things like finances and what should I bring to the table when working on projects. I think the most important conclusion of a visit like this is to know you are supported and that you have go-to folks for anything.
Also, he looked over some of what I will be doing to make sure it is what we had planned. After a week of meetings, Steve left and another administrator came. Hippo(E-Po) has just left about three hours ago. I think they were great visits and it is a great way to begin my ministry.

Can you believe it?

Another glorious day--bright sun, big gigantic blue sky. Cold last night, cold this morning. Winter is really close. I hardly see any geckos these days and it is getting darker earlier. It has gotten to be almost impossible for me to think about the weather in the States. I have always loved this timeof year at home but I am really enjoying this time here. When you think of Africa and the Tropics, you just do not think of cold weather.
We have visitors this week. Two administrators from the States are coming so i will have to behave. Well, I will try. I have so many questions for them! I am looking forward to my move to Francistown-i need to feel more independent. God is so awesome! Wow, i say that quite a bit.....

well, yeah again.

ONE
Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on youNow you got someone to blame
You sayOne loveOne lifeWhen its one needIn the nightIts one loveWe get to share it
It leaves you baby
If you dont care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had loveAnd you want me to go without
Well its too lateTonight
To drag the past outInto the light
Were oneBut were not the sameWe get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come tor raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now its all I got
Were oneBut were not the same
We hurt each other
Then we do it again
You sayLove is a templeLove a higher lawLove is a templeLove the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I cant be holding onTo what you got
When all you got is hurt
One loveOne bloodOne lifeYou got to do what you shouldOne lifeWith each otherSistersBrothersOne life
But were not the same
We get to carry each otherCarry each other

i need.....

peppermint patties..........

Golden days

Well, I have not been able to resist temptation and instead have been out in the sun a bit. Because the weather is cooler, i can tolerate being out in it longer. I just have to remember that we are in the tropics so the sun is really strong. I actually set an alarm so I know its time to head in!
This week has been movie week for me. A couple of days ago I saw the new Jackie Chan flick, "Forbidden kingdom". It was great, and very funny but also the action was just wild. Big fun!
Today I saw the new Narnia-"Prince Caspian". Very very good, in some ways I liked it better than "The Lion, the witch, and the wardrobe".For me, it was about having faith and trusting. it is always a struggle to fix things in a hurry and our way, rather than doing it according to how God has promised us it can be done. Also, searching for Him when we need Him, as we need Him, and sometimes before things get so out of hand.
I do not want to wait until things get out of hand before calling on Our Lord for help. i do not want to just ask for Him to get me out of a jam. I want to learn to fall on Him as I do things, on a daily, no a minute to minute basis. i want to surrender everything to His Will and allow that Will to be the force in my life. I do not expect ever to do great things in this world. But Lord teach me to come to you always, even for the minor details of my life. Your Grace is sufficient.

Found without translation

Another day in my journey of learning Tswana. Tswana is a beautiful language with rolling RRs and lots of melodic pronounciation. I am excited when a Batswana can understand through what is left of my American accent. What I really love, what really warms me, is that even if you try, the people will appreciate your efforts and they are so polite in aiding you.
One of the greater joys for me is when a native decides he or she needs to impress me with their English. Almost everyone can speak some English, but it is that applause some of the younger adults like when you tell them their English is very good, or sharp.
Today, I was outside the gate waiting for a ride and was watching folks walking up and down the road. Good, I thought, a great chance to practice my Tswana. One young man, in his late teens, swaggered towards me, and smiled.
"Hello Madam, how is the day?" This is a direct translation from one of the greetings. how is the day? I could almost see his chest puff with pride at his English. I thought about answering him back in Tswana, but no-I answered him properly-Hello Sir, the day is wonderful. How is the day for you?
As he nodded an assent, he strutted off very proud of himself. And he should be. How is the day? is sooo much bigger than"whats up" or even How are you.............
Communicating with another group is not always about showing off your own progress, sometimes, often it is about your heart and your ear.

Okay, it is not a holiday here!

Alright, so I spent a good part of my morning thinking I cannot go out anywhere because it is a holiday. Well, okay, it is NOT a holiday here. I do not have a car yet, so I am going to call a cab and go! Interesting thing about cabs, it is where I receive most of my marriage proposals. Hmmm. It is very funny. If you take it with a grain of salt and a sense of humor, it becomes kind of fun and I actually get into great conversations with these guys. I even brush up on some Setswana while I am out.
Later we are all going to see the Jackie Chan movie," Forbidden Kingdom". The weird thing is the Batswana do not go to movies much. They are relatively cheap here but everytime I have gone-it seems to be only whites. Oh well. The last time I went to a movie there were only three of us there to begin with. I imagine since it is colder and greyer now, the theaters will be busier. The new Indiana Jones movie is out so maybe next week.........

Good morning!

Today is Memorial Day in the States and it is usually one of my favorite holidays. Besides, it is a just holidays to honor those who gave their lives for us, it is also the beginning of summer for the States. Today my niece and favorite person celebrates her graduation and I will call her later today. I am not sure but I think it is probably warm today there! Happy holiday to my US brothers and sisters!! Hope your day is filled with good stuff!
Now, we are cold today--brrrr. And it has rained yesterday and today-very unusual. It is supposed to get cold, but I am actually surprised at how cold.I am actually wearing a jacket and long pants. Some of the leaves are changing too, although I am told that they do not change alot.
Africa has been full of daily surprises for me!
Church was really great yesterday as always. Glyn was the guest pastor and had a good message. Basically, it was about what to do now that you are a Christian. I particularly enjoyed thinking about the name"Christian", once a nickname used to deride the new believers. It means "Little Christ". Hmmm....that is the challenge isn't it? It is not enough to declare yourself a believer and then go on your merry way. Our belief system is a system of action. I believe strongly that we should maintain following Christ's example of getting out there and talking. Well, I am here.
Therein lies the new challenge for me personally. Since I am currently in preparation to go north to Francistown, I feel like I am stuck in neutral. I know that was difficult for me in waiting to come here. Waiting on the Lord is a challenge for all of us. How many times have you thought about a prayer that seems to be taking too long? And then, you may feel or even go ahead and abandon this prayer?
Frustration sets in pretty fast for us. But remember that Jesus had plenty of downtime-when He would leave the crowds to rest or seek His Father in prayer. So this time for me needs to be spent seeking the Lord in prayer, not sulking about having to wait. As I have said before, I certainly kept Him waiting long enough.

the backyard

On first glance, as a North American, i noticed that there was no grass! We sweep our yards, not mow. Wow, that was a change. Then i noticed the plant life. This yard has an abundance of plants which I believe Susan worked very hard to cultivate. We have huge cacti-like in the pics of deserts! When I say huge I mean much higher than any human. There are sanseveria, which is a common houseplant in America. Lots of succulents, which I happen tp like but never thought of as backyard plants.
Then, sigh, there are the flowers. Wow! Huge wonderful intoxicating blooms of purple, red, white and blue. We even have some kind of honeysuckle, bright orange that grows over the car port. Little white and blue and pink flowers dot the yard. This brings me to the creatures back here.....we have lots of really amazing geckos, mostly black, but very cute. And the butterflies! I have never seen such an array of variety! Little tiny butterflies and huge hand sized butterflies, all with unique coloring.
I sat out in the sun today, for the first time since I arrived. The sun is really strong here, hence the tropics, so I have been careful not to burn and use lots of sunscreen. Today I just needed to soak it in.....we are heading toward winter so it felt good to sunbathe. I was trying to read, but was captivated by the colors and scents. What a wonderful place to be!

Useless objects-anyone for a yard sale?

Today the message at church was about Phillippians 3 and what we gain, what we lose. It was very convicting for me. Not just the words, but part of our service is inroducing first time visitors. As people stood up and gave their names and where they are from, we heard voices that spoke of Kenya, and Zimbabwe, of a woman from Uganda who is HIV positive and needs money to get back. I do not know first hand what these people lost, but coming to know Christ, I can know what they have gained. I have struggled since I came with twinges of loneliness, and missing home folks, and of course the continual worry of money and even strength and will. However, I would not change anything! Well, I certainly would have packed less "stuff". WhenI stayed in Marabelo, Glyn and Susan came to visit. They texted me to see if I needed anything. Well, think about it. I am in the middle of an almost desert; hot, dusty, dry, with no extra stuff. The only thing I really wanted was lip balm because my lips were so dry. I realize now how extraordinarily funny that is.....how attached I once was to stuff and the only thing I wanted was lip balm.
All we need is Christ, and all we have to do is ask. Then a marvelous thing happens-He comes to us and stays! Well He really was always here! Sometimes the journey is like Dorothy's journey home from Oz. She finds out she had the ability to go home all the time---wow, are we hard headed.

Useless objects-anyone for a yard sale?

Wow! See this movie!

Stunning!! We rented "The Valley Of Elah" last night. If you have any doubts we should not be sending our children to war, this movie will erase those doubts shortly after it stomps on your heart. Tommy Lee Jones is the lead; he is not one of my nost favorites but his performance blew me away in this. Very good. Did I mention what a good movie?

Thank you for being a good friend!

You with the sad eyes don't be discouraged
oh I realize it's hard to take courage
a world full of people you can lose sight of it all
and the darkness inside
you can make you fell so small
But I see your true colors shining through
I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be afraid to let them show your true colors
true colors are beautiful like a rainbow
Show me a smile then don't be unhappy,
can't remember when I last saw you laughing
if this world makes you crazy
and you've taken all you can bear you call me up
because you know I'll be there
And I'll see your true colors shining through I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be
to let them show your true colors
true colors are beautiful like a rainbow

By Cyndi Lauper

Just so you know your love and encouragement will come back to you-you have really blessed me, my friend

Rollin' along.....

This has been an entirely WEIRD week. I just am glad its over----There are lots of things on my mind as i write this. In a few weeks I will be moving to Francistown finally. It has not been easy for me to settle in knowing that I will be moving again. I feel right now like I am idling in neutral and in a way I am. I have a lot of items to straighten, and a lot of plans. I am happy to be jumoing into F/town but I will miss the Allison-Jones, and Amy Susanna, oh and of course Mavis. As I am sitting here, the temperature is dropping and it is a bit chilly. I am actually wearing a sweater! I am anxious to see how cool it really gets. I know Francistown is farther north so it is warmer there---it is above the Tropic of Capricorn. I just heard from my mom's social worker and she is doing great after her recent surgery and is painfree. God is so cool!
When i was in the village, i never had time alone it seemed. Every minute i felt like someone was visiting or coming to get me to take me somewhere. Now that I am back, I almost miss that social interaction. City people are so different than the villagers. I guess thats life in the city--people are in a hurry and are not quite so warm. I love going to the main mall market and sitting with the old ladies and watching people, who are usually of course watching me.
But i am lonely for someone just to hang out with, drink tea, and chat. I am trying to tell myself that I have only been here for two months so that makes it easier.
I have daily reminders that I am so much in God's Hands here-I feel protected and safe but still vulnerable to human anxiety. And that too, is quite normal I think. i know i miss my Friday night guys--Hank, Mike, Kyle, Jeff, and Earle of course. And lisa, Donna, and whoever else shows up for late nights at Hanks. Oh and I definitely miss playing Scrabble with Adriel and laughing our butts off at some of our words.
I miss Sarah and Grey and Ethan and Abbie and Nate too. Yikes, I am headed into trouble here.
Anyway, i noticed and had been warned by more experienced mission workers and ex pats that emotions will be in my face here. Despite the uneasiness, I think it is a good thing to be put through. i cannot help but be stronger afterwards and with God to lean on-it is a great lesson!

The importance of Patience, or How Iearned to Love the wait

Okay. Deep breath. This morning I woke up with an attitude. Actually, i feel like I have had a mood now for about a week. I think I came home from the village a bit stressed. i loved it there, i loved the pace or lack of pace and really have not slid into life here yet. I think what is really strange for me is that I am discovering that I really do love it here and I do not miss the States as much as you would think. I miss people I love, but no, i really feel content here. Or will when i start to actually work.
Last night before i went to bed, i read an email that upset me. And it really was my own interpretation, and not wanting to be told that we will work out things. When I woke this morning, i felt sad and a little betrayed. I started feeling like I was just in a tight spot. funny, the last time i felt exactly this way, i was telling everyone the God will work "this" out for His Glory and that I trusted Him. This time, i allowed my impatience and attitude to get in my own way. Not fair-not fair to the people around me, to the person who emailed me, myself anf really not fair to The Lord. After all, I am here. And later today, we received an email confirming that people and God are working to make something happen that i tried to give up on today. So, yes, I am humbled AGAIN. Thank you Jesus for setting me straight. It is You I need truly.

no mood for poetry

hmmmmm. What rhymes with drivel? Oh yes, snivel. sigh

Boroka

Thank You, heavenly Father for this day.
The sky was so blue and the air so crisp and refreshing. Thank You Lord for Friends and Family and companions along this path.
I ask for a gentle night and blessings on loved ones new and old. I ask a blessing on this country for peace and a growing awareness of Your Presence and Your Everlasting Love.
I ask that tomorrow when the sun rises I may walk with the knowledge of your mercies and that I may strive to be a better daughter to you. I ask that I may encourage, and comfort, and express your blessings without pride or anger or harshness.
Grant that tomorrow I be a better Christian than I was today and grant that each day brings me closer to the person you want me to be.

Boroka

Thank You, heavenly Father for this day.
The sky was so blue and the air so crisp and refreshing. Thank You Lord for Friends and Family and companions along this path.
I ask for a gentle night and blessings on loved ones new and old. I ask a blessing on this country for peace and a growing awareness of Your Presence and Your Everlasting Love.
I ask that tomorrow when the sun rises I may walk with the knowledge of your mercies and that I may strive to be a better daughter to you. I ask that I may encourage, and comfort, and express your blessings without pride or anger or harshness.
Grant that tomorrow I be a better Christian than I was today and grant that each day brings me closer to the person you want me to be.

two movies

Well, we had two movies this weekend. One, on Thursday night was"Things we lost in the fire" with Halle Berry and Benecio Del Toro. Good story, slow, though and almost painful. Very intense and there was no way around it. Tonight we watched "Hitch" with Will Smith. Wow, great fun. I definitely enjoyed it and would see it again and again.
I have been a little dragged out since returning from the village. As a matter of fact, today i was actually missing Marabelo and all the great people there. I look forward to visiting again. I am still a little homesick for the States. it is a weird and weary feeling to stop and think"My word, I am here! Finally--Africa!" I miss alot of folks back there---there were one or two unresolved issues and I think about them often. i know that at this point anything unresolved will fade into nothingness....to me if people could not express themselves properly knowing i was leaving then the issue never was mine to begin with-just some drama they needed to dredge up. I certainly miss my family and my closest friends.
I am sure I will feel better once i develop more relationships here. i have already started to meet people---I talk to everyone! I will say I have not met any Americans my age yet though. Some teens, but no adults. I think my American accent is fading but thats okay too.

Two weddings, a funeral, and the one year anniversity of a death

While I was in Marabelo, i received lots of invitations. all were important but the first and second weekend I was invited to two weddings. What fun!
The first wedding was in a nearby village called Gulubane. This was also a small traditional village so I was anxious to go. I also was only in Marabelo for a couple of days so i was excited to be out among villagers in their own setting,not a city setting.
I was invited to sit in on the groom's family meeting ans although I did not speak much setwana yet, what pertained to me was translated. The family leader felt it important that I was treated well, and as a guest and should be made to feel happy. As much as this is gracious and a blessing, i also wanted to feel like a part of our village and not set apart more than necessary.
The women made me feel quite comfortable, but I made it a point to walk around and talk to people. i must admit that my favorites were old women and young children.
When the bride and her family arrive at the groom's house, there is much dancing and shouting. The women ululate loudly and dance in front of the family with brooms and blankets, representing the bride's new domestic duties. It is very important to make the bride and her family feel welcome and they were served tea. I was permitted to be part of this and it was wonderful. I then went walking towards the cooking fire, and was asked to dance by some of the young adult women. They apparently thought I would not, because as soon as I did, many of the girls cheered and ran to dance with me. I was then given a chair where they had been preparing vegetables and got to join their group. we had a great time; they talked about their impressions of the States and I shared my impressions of Botswana. Some of these young women had never been out of the village but they knew a great deal about life outside. They were curious and were very pleased that I also asked them questions. I had really connected with a few of them and I had companions for the rest of the wedding.
After dinner, we then danced. This group did not do any real traditional dancing. Instead, there was a DJ and we did some line dancing. I tired out and took a seat with the Khaiza family, who were pleased that I enjoyed myself despite the language difficulties. We watched one of the most gorgeous sunsets I had ever seen and soon left for home.
The next weekend the wedding was more traditional, with the bride and groom in traditional clothes. There was a group of men from the couple's church who proceeded to sing and dance for the wedding guests and then a group of women. It was a great deal of fun, and once again I sat with the elderly women who were very curious about me. I learn so much from them-many of them do not ever leave the village but their wisdom and outlook transcends town boundaries.
Very early the next morning, Rra Khaiza and I left for a funeral for a young man. There seem to be only two main reasons for someone so young dying--car accident or disease. He did not die from an accident. It was very sad, and i hurt for the family. Seems as though funerals are held almost entirely on weekends, usually on Saturdays. Well, in this country, there are always funerals. The percentage of AIDS deaths is high, but also auto accidents are unbelievably high. Driving here is risky business, for so many reasons. Alcoholism, cars that are unsafe, and disregard for road signs......yikes.
This past weekend I was invited to a very special celebration. It was a celebration of the local church's bishop's one year anniversary of his death. At this service, his widow will have her widow clothing, or uniform removed and her grieving period is considered over. We started the celebration Thursday night and the feasting began on Friday. Saturday night we gathered at the church at about 10pm and the celebration was at about 3am. We then continued to worship, sing, dance, pray until 6 or so, maybe 630am. It was then time for me to get ready for the drive back to Gaborone. Life here is good. It is hard, but we find ourselves involved in simple but wonderful celebrations.

ONE

Is it getting betterOr do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on youNow you got someone to blame
You sayOne loveOne life
When its one needIn the night
Its one loveWe get to share it
It leaves you babyIf you dont care for it

Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had loveAnd you want me to go without
Well its too lateTonightTo drag tha past outInto the light
Were oneBut were not the sameWe get to carry each other
Carry each otherOne

Have you come here for forgivenessHave you come tor raise the dead
Have you come here to play JesusTo the lepers in your head
Did I ask too muchMore than a lotYou gave me nothingNow its all I got
Were oneBut were not the sameWe hurt each otherThen we do it again
You sayLove is a templeLove a higher lawLove is a templeLove the higher law
You ask me to enterBut then you make me crawlAnd I cant be holding onTo what you got
When all you got is hurt
One loveOne bloodOne lifeYou got to do what you should
One lifeWith each other
SistersBrothersOne life
But were not the sameWe get to carry each other
Carry each other


One

Village part uno

Buckle your seatbelts-this is liable to be a small novel. This was an exciting part of my stay here in Botswana, and it was also a very hard part.

No matter what i expected, it was bound to be an eye opener. Susan and I left for Francistown and Marobelo on a beautiful Wednesday morning. The drive was to be about four to five hours long and we were both anxious to get started. part of the trip would be to go into Francistown and see the house where I would stay when I moved to Francistown. The trip itself was a typical Botswana roadtrip, crazy drivers, potholes the size of VWs and stray animals. When we arrived in town, we stopped to get a bite to eat and did some driving around to look at various places. I loved the house-it is really nice and in a good section of town.
By the time we arrived at Mma Khaiza's house, my hostess, it was getting late but we decided to make the trip out to the village anyway. Marobelo is about 45 kilos from Francistown so it was not a late night.
When we arrived, we drove past the village church to the Khaizas plot. Rra Khaiza was waiting for us, along with his son, daughter in law, grandson Kagiso, and a young girl who helped out by the name of Wangu. She would be my housemate.We were a bit shocked to find out that there was electricity in the village, although not everyone had it. i am not disappointed to tell you we had it. We did not however have any running water or inside plumbing. This was more expected.
The next morning I arose late--around 930 and went to the son's house for breakfast. Afterwards Rra Khaiza and i walked through the village and met his mother who is just wonderful. She does not speak any English, and actually spoke Kalanga, another Botswana language. Many of the villagers were Kalanga and since i am just learning setswana, I was a bit nervous.
We also met the Kgosi, the chief of the village and some of his officers. Most villages have a Kgotla, a town meeting place where many decisions are made and even legal disputes are settled.
The village was full of goats, donkeys, cows, chickens and dogs. I realized as I stood before the huts and rondevaals that this was the real deal. The huts are built from mud, and the roofs are thatched by hand.
Meals were usually pap, or cornmeal, and a mixture of vegetables, and sometimes meat, usually chicken or beef. I discovered easily that it is part of the culture to literally fill my plate--I mean there was no plate showing! I also ate with my fingers, using the pap as a dipper and scooping the food. The young girls came around before and after meals to wash our hands.
One of the difficulties for me is not so big--the down time. Because I of my age, I was not given any duties. This was frustrating, although i was also very grateful at times. Someone brought my food, cleaned my dishes, and even brought me the tub and hot water for my bathing. After a few days, i put my foot down gently by getting up early and starting my own fire, heating my own water, and getting my own bath ready. I learned the fine art of bathing from a bucket!
After dinner, several of us hung out together with babies, children, puppies and adults just milling around and laughing together. My language skills or lack of, really got a workout.
I read six books in the first week, and walked a great deal. Everytime we would walk out, tons of children would follow us. I really enjoyed the babes-they were friendly and funny and all the little ones helped me best as they could with my language difficulties.
A word about the climate-it was semi desert---dry, dusty, very warm during the day, and occasionally very very windy. We got water from a village tap, and the conditions were really harsh. I was amazed at how these folks lived on a day to day basis. The birds were glorious, and the skies at night were unforgettable. But night was very very dark, and I was happy for my torch.
One of my favorite parts of the stay were the invitations from different families. I often visited people at night, when I could not even see their faces for lack of light, to sit and drink tea in front of their huts. On the other hand, everyone was so curious about me that I received visitors constantly, including as I was bathing people would talk to me through my window! The children were never shy about coming to see me....sometimes it was still dark when I would hear a cute little voice asking for "Aunty" as he or she opened my door.There was little sense in locking my door--people would bang until I answered.....
Often people would come to take me someplace-a mother's house, something to see, anyplace and would arrive to tell me we are going NOW. I started dressing in very native clothing, skirt or dress with pants underneath, head scarf always, and always had sunscreen. Oh, and bug repellent. I believe I am getting over my fear of spiders, and good thing. Some were huge, and I do mean huge. One evening I heard the puppies carrying on and yelping and went outside to see what the fuss was, only to discover them playing war with a funny looking spider. Turns out it was a rather large scorpion about the length of my hand. I chased the puppies away and avoided that part of the yard just because......
One of the interesting things for me was how people reacted to my color. Most people were very kind and warm, and the children were either absolutely curious and nosy or they were afraid. Some of the children even tried to wipe my color off, as if it were just a coat of paint. As it turns out, i was the first white person many of these children had ever seen. some of the adults were a little hesitant to be friendly, assuming i might not be friendly. When they heard me trying to speak their language, and trying to help with the cooking, many barriers fell, and when I visited folks, it became commonplace for others to come by to invite me the next night.
I must say, i fell in love with these folks. Some things were so frustrating, but other things were joyous and just heart-fulfilling. More later.......

On the Emmaus road

The question is, when are we NOT on the road? Isn't life a journey from beginning to end?
Our sermon yesterday at church from Maruti Kwambe was about Luke 24. There are alot to love about this passage.
For instance, Jesus comes to Cleophas and his companion, and tries to enter into the conversation. Cleophas is a bit shocked that Jesus had not heard of what had happened to the man from Nazareth. Jesus continues to ask questions. I sometimes feel that He has walked up next to me and asked"What things are you talking about?" and perhaps I did not give Him a polite response or even appeared interested in what He needed to tell me. How often do we questions events and try to figure them out ourselves without consulting our Lord? I wonder...
Jesus spent enough time with them to inform them of how prophecy from beginning of time played into their present circumstance, and long enough for them to realize WHO He was or is.We cannot possibly that busy that we cannot take the time on our walk to listen.
I remember taking walks with a friend who was into fitness and everything needed to be about the burn. I had and still have, an irritating habit of being easily distracted by birds, sounds, scents and sights. No, Aimee-its not you, after all-you could always multi task, watching your surroundings and going for the BURN! You are so cool....lol.
I do not regret being this way, there are many other things I can and should change, but loving my surroundings will not be one of them.
We are now in fall, and the temps have dropped a bit and life is so comfortable. The nights are gloriously cool, and the leaves are changing. We will not get a winter proper, but the morns will be colder. This is a good season to go to the village, and hopefully I will go in a day or so. I would rather bundle a bit then try to be friendly in excessive heat. God is so cool!

People part 1

So I have been negligent in mentioning the different people here. One of the greatest gifts in living abroad is meeting people from all countries. Of course, there are lots of South Africans, afrikaaners, and Zimbabweans. But we now have friends from Norway, Sweden, 'Germany, Denmark, Australia, Britain, Scotland and yesterday I met an older woman from Northern Ireland. Many are mission workers, but many are consulate workers and bankers. Very exciting. I have yet to actually meet any Americans but will probably when I get to Francistown. It is really eye opening to meet these folks-many are so kind and very curious. It is amazing how God moves in each life without borders or boundaries of race, country, or denomination. We Mennonites have a loving reputation here because we are not trying to plant churches, just support and help the local churches. I am told the Bible studies down here are enjoyed with great enthusiasm so I am looking forward to joining one or two when I return from my village live in.

couple of quick notes

We recently rented two movies---August Rush and Little Miss Sunshine. August Rush was a bit of a fairy tale but I enjoyed it thoroughly and the soundtrack was phenomenal. LMS, well, hmmm, don't know if I liked it or not. I think it was well made and very bright--just a little hmm, weird. Fun, but weird. We have a large crew of mission families staying here so we have been looking for entertainment in the evening that calms everyone down. August Rush was viewed by all but LMS was viewed by adults. A fun thing to do here in Botswana!

The air I breathe

So, the air here in Africa is so much more clear and refreshing. I think the air smells like woods or spices. In the malls, there is a tinge of different body smells and some exotic perfumes and also the foods. Many of the foods here are spiced with curry and garlic and I am actually beginning to crave our Botswana dishes. The beef is outrageous and tender and the vegetables are great when we get them. I am not sure what I will be eating in the village but I know some of the dishes are wonderful. There is also a worm, called mopane which I will not eat. I just cannot do it right now. I hope not to offend anyone,but it is not possible for me. Well maybe soon.....
A few words about the spiritual air here. There are a lot of churches here and I have been to a couple. I enjoyed greatly the AIC I attended on Good Friday. When I arrive in Francistown it will be important for me to find a home church. I am gathering some connections so I will have an easier time I hope than starting from scratch.
The group of folks I am associated with are a spiritually intense group of Christians who love our Lord. This is great support for me, and I am at ease expressing myself and how I feel. I am a bit hungry for more Bible study, but I am also doing quite a bit of language study so I am using that time to expand my vocabulary. I am feeling at ease with knowing I am where God wants me at this time. This brings me great relief although I am eager to work and see everything.
Part of our concern will be finding a place for me to live in Francistown. We are pretty sure that i will be in the AIMM house but it will not be available for possibly six months. Well, we shall see what God is placing before us......

RETREAT!!!!!!

Wow! Where to begin?
WE travelled Thursday to the Mokolodi Game reserve just outside of Gaborone. I knew there were many many varieties of wild life there however I was most interested in meeting the people I have been corresponding with for three years. What a great crew! These families have been all over
africa and the children are all multi-lingual-very exciting.
We stayed in chalets and the one I was in looked out over a very busy waterhole. The birds here are so incredibly gorgeous and the flowers, yum. Just breathtaking. Our accomadations were very nice, and we had several days of activities planned.
We had Bible study and worship every morning at 830. This was lead by Jonathan Larsen who is quite a pastor. He and his wife have been missionaries for many many years and he has stories of God's Intervention in situations that would seem impossible. His topic for this retreat was "loss". This was difficult but necessary for all of us-in one way or another we have all endured and will certainly endure again such losses. We discussed at length how difficult finding emotional support was when folks who are missionaries feel as though we basically "asked " for tough times just by nature of being missionaries. One woman talked about folks at home that seemed to not want to hear what she had to deal with, although homefolk spent a great deal of time passing on their own tough stuff. It is sometimes as if we are expected to change into superhumans just to deal.
I find that it is different for me because I did not move my entire family. yet there is a sense sometimes of being pushed aside, that this is the life I chose. We all felt great cammeraderie-it is good to finally find people who understand truly what happens. Almost all the south african team told me they only receive at most three or four letters a year! I guess I better get used to this. It is sad, and yet refreshing for me. A little tough, maybe, too, because I am barely started and I heard some really hard to swallow stuff. I have not heard from one brother in a week and the other brother at all!!!
Well, okay, enough belly aching!
We went on several game drives and they were incredible! Impala, Kudu, Ostrich, many birds like hornbills and owls, wildebeest, waterbuck, mongoose, and ZEBRAS!!! We even saw rhino. Understand that this is a game reserve, meaning the land is safe, but understand also these animals are wild and natural. We also saw much to my delight cheetahs. Cheetahs are incredibly beautiful and quite graceful. Oh and also ELEPHANTS!!!!!!!
The only animal we had trouble with were baboons. First of all, they were huge!!!!! And they are mean, pathetic pirates and scoundrels that broke into our kitchen and garbage. They also scratched one of our kids and hung out on our porches all night making quite a dodgy ruckus. Quite cheeky, these old boys. Unfortunately, they will probably be shot by the reserve because they have gotten too fearless and so present a problem.
I am tired and really have so much to write. I really do miss the States. But I am learning alot about home. One of our lessons was in Matthew-"Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to put His Head." So wehere is home? Jonathan says home is wherever his wife is, and that is very cool. I say home is where Jesus is.

More on this retreat to come

Atonement

On a lighter note, Susan and I went to the movies last night and saw "Atonement". Very interesting, and breathtaking in some places. There were only three of us in the entire movie and we are all ex pats. Well, i am not an ex-pat yet but will be later I suppose.

Easter-Paseka

Easter here is quite an event, bigger, huger than Christmas. For me, I have very fond memories of Easter always. The day started with going to a Methodist church in Gaborone that was lead by Jonathan Larsen. It was a lovely service with a great mixture of Batswana, Ex-Pats, and Indian/Pakistani. The music once again was beautiful and Jonathan's message was clear and perfect. He talked about being on unfamiliar ground. He talked about the women at the Tomb and their frightened reaction to seeing it empty. I took it to heart when Jonathan talked about finding yourself on unfamiliar ground in God's kingdom. There are many things that appear at first to be no different than back in the States here. But make no mistake-EVERYTHING is different. It is always funny when we find things like Heinz ketchup in the stores but then we drive home and see a herd of goats walking down the middle of the highway.
On Sunday afternoon we drove to the Mogabi Game Reserve for a braai, or barbeque with a couple of families. During our drives we saw various animals. I was thrilled. We saw huge ostriches, impala, kudus, wonderful warthogs, and many beautiful birds. There is a herd of zebra but we did not see them. Thats okay, I have plenty of time. Next weekend we are going on retreat to a bigger reserve and we should see more critters.
There are so many things to get used to....I am learning slowly. For instance, the SPIDERS!!! Yes, they are rather huge. But when I walked into my kitchen last night and saw three of them, i actually shrugged them off......it IS africa after all.
I have never seen such blue skies and wide wide expanses. I am a bit sad, but maybe its just jetlag and the time.

a long one...

Yesterday was Good Friday and we spent most of the day just sitting around. The weather was gray and little sun but it was a bit warm. Susanna and I cooked a late supper of chicken and veggies-one of my favorites.
Last evening we were invited to go to a village called Oodi to participate in their Good Friday service. We went with a Batswana man named Jackson and Steen, a Danish pastor who lives very close. The drive was rugged, over terrain that was washed out by the recent rains. We first stopped at the Archbishop's house, a woman by the way. Inside we were introduced to several people. The children inside were very curious and if I giggled a little it set them off in great peals of laughter.
Soon we were on our way to church. We arrived at a rather small building with many folks outside just waiting. There is alot of waiting in Africa! Because we were guests, Susanna and I were invited to wait to go in with the maruti, pastors. The woman and men danced and sang into church and soon we were seated at a head table for pastors! The singing was wonderful. I should say something about our dress. We were to wear dresses or skirts , cover our hair and wear a shawl. All the women dress this way in church and many women wear uniforms to church as well as the men.
I was asked to do a formal greeting and was translated for the church family. We were greeted most warmly and it was so gracious.
The very long service and I do mean long, consisted of a lot of Bible reading, always good, and much singing. The reading was done in Zulu and Setswana. The singing! Those commercials or movies where you hear a man's voice sing out to be answered by the women- so completely true and on every song. These people sing out loudly and beautifully. The only instrument was one drum which was handled by a woman.
At about 3ooam, yes 3am, we participated in a foot washing service and communion. Then we were prayed over. I have never been in a foot washing service-it was just really touching.
After that, the women sang some more, and then some of the men hushed them a bit. It was time for the dancing! Both men and women danced in a large circle, singing and making great sounds together. The dancing developed faster and became a little rough so most women dropped out of the circle. During this time, people would go to the center of the circle, and someone would come and pray for them. Exciting!
The church was lit by candles and one very small electric light. The men and women sat on opposite sides.
I had a young woman who decided to translate alot of the service for me. She was very warm and we enjoyed speaking to one another. She introduced me to several of the village women. I am still a bit leery of some of the village men as they are very bold about hitting on women. I mean really bold. One of Botswana's social issues is that there are a lot of non marriages. The men will get a women pregnant and yet not marry her "just in case." Some of these men have alot of children running around and AIDs is so prevelant! Much prayer is needed. Many feel as though this is the way it is-a stark reality. Many of the women are very cynical about life. It is hard here, and their personal life is also very hard. The younger women seem to want to change that-they are trying to become very independent of the grimness. I pray this happens.

Southern 'Cross

Tonight i saw the southern cross for the first time. Truly remarkable. I am still just learning my way around but the stars here are so wonderful. I know I am in for some rough times but
everyday God shows me some little or large wonder. I am content.

Southern

good ol' song

Eric Clapton
Promises
I don't care if you never come home
I don't mind if you justKeep on rolling away on a distant sea
'Cause I don't love you and you don't love me
You cause a commotion when you come to town
You give 'em a smile and they melt
Having lovers and friends is all good and fineBut I don't like yours and you don't like mine
I don't care what you do at nightOh, and I don't care how you get your delights
I'm gonna leave you alone, I'll just let it beI don't love you and you don't love me
I've got a problem, can you relateI've got a man calling love hate
We made a vow we'd always be friendsHow could we know that promises end
I tried to love you for years upon years...I tried to love you for years upon years
You refused to take me for realIt's time you saw what I want you to seeAnd I'd still love you if you just love me

more old naledi

So...
This little town within a town was really amazing. Although the folks were really poor and destitute, we were welcomed. I of course fell in love with the little ones who wanted candy from us. Next time I must bring some. I will be starting language lessons and i am glad as the language is difficult but spoken a lot in Francistown. Well, and still no word yet from my missing luggage. Most of my clothes were in it so I pray it returns soon.
Much love......

rain is over

Well, the rain is over and the sun is attempting to shine. We will be hot tomorrow I am sure! Today susan and I drove to an area called Old Naledi. It is the poorest place I have ever seen and I was in for quite a shock. The people were very friendly and the children were just wonderful. But there was no electricity here even with a power plant across the street. These folks are eking out an existence I have only ever read about. Still, there are several churches here where everyone goes. The unempolyment rate is very high and unfortunately so is the alcoholism rate. Oh, but the children.....
We visited an old woman who welcomed us into her home. she was rather regal and very sweet. I have never seen such poverty and will want to visit again very soon. No toilets, no electricity, no running water. The people were smiling and talked to us without reserve. One house was very poor, but has a poster of Michael jackson on the wall!!!
More later

Botswana rain

So this is my second night here. Have not done much except follow people around and sleep. I feel very comfortable and know that it will take me a long time to adjust, let alone learn the language. I already miss several people back home but know that will get easier.
I understood that rain is rare here but it has rained consistently today and yesterday. As a matter of fact, i am told that this year has been very unusual period with the amount of rain. I love the plant life here---I imagine it is brown when it is dry. That will come soon enough. But it is also cold here right now and i was not mentally ready for that!!! The flowers are huge and we have cacti growing in the back yard. This morning I shook out my shoes and a gecko jumped out. I did not scream-yikes i even smiled! It was tiny and I know they eat bugs so it was not very intimidating.
We are making plans for Easter. I will miss Easter at home but I can see there will be a wonderful celebration here. Love and blessings to you all!


"I am only one, but i am one. I cannot do everything but I can do something, and I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do." Edward Everett Hale