Welcome friends, old and new, known and unknown! It has been my desire to share with you how the Lord is working in my life as I serve the Lord on the mission field of Kabwe, Zambia. There is an old black and white movie called The African Queen. It is about a boat that travels down river. This blog is not about a boat. It is however, about my travels on the mission field of Kabwe, Zambia. By the way, did you know that my name means queen. For many years I have been burdened for souls in Africa. That is why some of my friends call me African Queen.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Inciwa- Free Meals for Everyone !

Flying ants, there is never a chance to wonder 
whether they have arrived or not. 
 It is always quite evident that they are here.
Dead inswa all over my floors.

Usually, you notice they have come out of the ground at night, 
because they fly through your window toward the lights in your house.
Inswa on the walkway outside my house.

Once in your house, they fly around (which is very irritating),
then they drop thier wings (which is even more irritating),
then they crawl around like helpless creatures (which is so much more iritating),
finally, they die (which at first makes you happy, 
but then is the most irritating, 
because you have to sweep all of the bug remnants off your floors).

Let me just say, that those piles of dead inswa stink like rotten animal.
Yuck! Hold your nose!

Pile of dead inswa.

Below is a short video of a pile of inswa outside my house.
You can see how they are getting ready to drop their wings, 
because they are crawling around.
This happens about every other month.

The only good part about the inswa
 is the fact that the Bemba people love to eat them!
Bemba girls gathering inswa outside my house.
Many of the people who live on or around our farm will send thier daughters or wives to my house to ask if they can have my dead inswa.
"Of course", I say.
And they happily chat as they pick up this nice treat that they will take home
 and fry in oil and crunch away on.

The inswa remind me of people who come rush to God (the Light)
at differant times in their lives.
They don't really want to have God as the center of thier lives, 
they are just attracted to Him because of the difficulties or seasons happening in thier lives.
Sadly, it is not too soon after that, that we find them crawling away to die spiritually
and then they are swept away by the world.

Let's pray for our brother and sisters in the Lord,
as well as, new converts.
Pray that they would make sincere and lasting decisions.

Friday, February 20, 2015

A Birthday for Everyone

The other day was my birthday.
Everytime one of the children has a birthday
I wish I could bring in some cake for them,
but with our busy schedule 
and the time and expense it is just not possible.

So I thought I would use my birthday as a special time to bring in some "birthday" things and to teach them about how old they are.

It is  a big deal for a 2-4 year old to be able to say how old they are.
We are learning our numbers 1-10 and so I placed those numbers around the room and asked them to stand by the number that was their age.

TWO- we are 2 years old.

FOUR- I am 4 years old.

THREE- We are 3 years old.

After establishing their age,
the students returned to their tables to color a cupcake 
(or as one of the girls calls it "a bupcake", 
which sometimes sounds like she says "butcake", which is so cute)

After coloring the cake,
they pasted little pieces of colored paper onto the cupcake.
(FYI- this works on a toddler's motor skills.  Heee, hee, hee, sneaky teacher.)

Then we asked them again how old they are
and gave then paper candles to paste on to reinforce 
their understanding of how old they are.

After that activity,
I said, "Who wants to play Birthday Party?".
The children all resounded with a "me, teacher, me!!!!!"

So, I got out the party hats and we played the blind man's bluff game.

This game was so new to them.
Some did not like to be blindfolded, but by the end of the game
were beginning to grasp the concept of the fun in it.

Giggles and laughter spilled from our room as we played and ran and laughed.

After our game, 
I gathered the children in the other room around a cake.

Together, we counted the candles : 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8.
Every opportunity was made to reinforce what we are learning
(and no, I did not turn 8, just used it for the children).

As you can see, all eyes were fixed on the cake.
Not a sound came from the kids as they watched anxiously.

Then we sang "Happy Birthday"...

...and blew out all the candles.

We made lots of noise and had a nice little "party".

They all enjoyed some cake outside 
and then played in the school yard.

It really was a fun birthday for both myself and the students 
(and no pity parties).

I just want to say how thankful I am for my helper.
That day I brought my camera in hopes of getting one picture of me 
and the students on my birthday to send to my mom.
My helper asked for the camera in the morning 
and used it all day to take these nice pictures.
She says,"you are always taking all the pictures and are never in them. 
You are an important part of this ministry and their lives".
I am greatly blessed to have these pictures 
and all of the great memories that go with them.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Spider, Spider,.....

I have to admit,
when I first set foot in my house
on the night I arrived,
it was a little scary.


Not that I am terribly afraid of them,
but I hate things that hide 
and then crawl around when you don't see them
(like roaches and snakes too....)

I took the above picture in my bedroom when I first arrived.
A huge spider on my cupboard near my bed!!!

What that picture does not show is 
the other four on the rest of the cupboard.

Even in South Africa, 
I have never seen spiders as big as some of the regular spiders I see here.

Needless to say, that first night as I lay in the dark trying to go to sleep I had to  give it over to God and decide to trust Him to watch over and protect me.
After all, I could not live out my days being afraid of falling asleep.


Since then, I have grown accustomed to these spiders and others.

(Below you will see a short video clip 
of a huge hyper spider running around my house.  
That night, the first time I saw it, 
I didn't know what it was, because it was so fast.  
Now I know it was a Roan/Rain/Roman Spider, 
here they call it any of those three names 
and they come out just before the rains come.
These spiders are very fast, but "friendly" spiders.)

I have learned to keep bug spray and a flip flop within arm's reach
and I have also learned which ones are harmful and which ones are helpful.


In fact, I was feeling quite used to them and rather kind toward the spiders
as long as they kept away from me.

This beautiful one was living in the corner right outside my front door.
I thought I would be courteous to him and let him live, 
as long as he did not come in the house.

The kindness ended after I came home one evening.
I had forgotten to turn the outside light on, so I walked down the path with my flashlight, hesitated to point the light up in the corner to be sure the spider was there and not on the door.

It was when my light hit him that night 
that I saw the bright red dot on his belly.

God made the creepy crawly creatures with warning signs.
I went in the house after taking these pictures and looked him up.

I knew it!

He was not a friendly spider.
In fact, he is in the Black Widow family.
The article I read said that they lay 200 eggs per pregnancy and will do that 6 times in thier lifetime.
My mind went wild:
How many thousands of spiders are right outside my door 
or even in my house..... 
in that same corner was a "teenager" of the same kind,......
Oh dear!!!!

When daylight arrived the next morning,
I found a nice can of spray to kill them with.
"Sorry spider, I was trying to be kind, but found out you were not friendly".

Friday, February 13, 2015

Not another "pity" party!

As my 36th birthday approaches,
 I can't help but thank the Lord for the life He has given me.

Is it what I expected?
No, not at all.

Like most of my friends, I had expected that God would bring a godly man into my life, that I would be married and have a handful of children.

Yes, there is a bit of emptiness that comes with being this age and not having a family to fill your life, or a husband to be your partner, comrade,
 and friend in the good and bad times.

To be honest,
 I usually have a little birthday "pity party" 
for myself.
This party is not thrown with balloons 
or crepe paper, 
more like tissue paper and tears.

 I do still long to have the full life
 that many of you have,
but at the same time I know that 
God's way is best.

So that little "party" just lasts a few moments and then the blessings of the Lord flood my mind
and I think on how great the Lord is to me.

While I still believe that the Lord has a husband out there for me somewhere,
I know that even though I don't have someone to share life's moments with;
I DO have the Lord with me 
every hour of every day.

And day by day, as I continue on in this life, I know He is always by my side cheering me on, drying those tears in my little "pity party" moments, and blessing me with every spiritual blessing because I am His and He is mine.

This week, I thank the Lord that even though 
I do not have my own children 
to train and care for,
He has filled that void by making me a 
"half-day mommy"
 to eleven little smiling faces.

Although the week brought many laughs, 
as well as,  many times where 
I was at the end of my rope on patience,
I thank God every day for allowing me 
to be here with these precious little ones.

After all, what we really need in life 
is to be "needed" 
and useful for the glorifying of our God.

Pictures above of the land around the farm where I live in Zambia
and the last picture is from my classroom at preschool.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

School Days, School Daze!

Thought I would share a few picks from our first few weeks of school.

Pray for us!