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.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Furlough Travels , so far

For missionaries, 
a furlough is a time to come back to report to supporting churches, 
gather more support, 
reconnect with friends and family, 
and gain refreshment to have strength to go back to the "front lines".

Here are a few pictures of some things I have been able to do so far-

Teaching at a Ladies' Fellowship & Paint Day
with the ladies at Susquehanna Valley Baptist Church

Traveled through northern PA and saw a black bear

Helped my dad put in a new floor

Went on an outing with the Ambassadors 
(60+ group from Mt. Zion Baptist, my home church)

Went to Arkansas to report to one of my supporting churches
and got stuck in an airport for a day

Enjoyed some beautiful scenery along the way

Got to see some people baptized at my home church

Attended a one day retreat for pastors and missionaries

Spent time with some young ladies from my church

Of course, I haven't included everything.

Since I have been back in the States I have been in a different church 
almost every weekend to share a ministry report.

In reality, I always forget to take pictures,
because I am enjoying the wonderful fellowship.

I am thankful for the health, travel safety and friends that the Lord brings my way!

Please continue to pray that the Lord would quickly add to my support 
and that the rest of my time here will be profitable.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Missing You...

There's no place like home, there's no place like home...

While "home" can be both a broad and generalized term, there really is no place like it.

Where is your home? - what country?  what state? what kind of house? who lives with you?

As a missionary, I have a number of places I call "home".  Sometimes it seems like no place is home, because of the amount of moving around that you do.

Regardless of that, right now I call Kabwe, Zambia my home.

Since being away for about 8 weeks, there are things I have grown to miss.

I miss:
- the bright African sun rising to greet me each morning as I walk out to open the gate
- my happy dogs jumping to greet me as I do my morning chores
- my Bemba helpers who meet me every day with smiling faces and a willingness to help
- the crow of my handsome red rooster and the clucking of the hens as they lead thier chicks around the yard
- singing songs in the car with the children on the way to school
- the boys hiding behind the gate at school waiting to jump out and suprise me
- telling Bible Stories to my preschoolers
- receiving hugs, tugs on my skirt, and sweet little voices telling me stories
- beautiful clear skies
- harmonious singing with God's people in church, both in English and Bemba
- lunches with friends
- walking in the bush with my "sister"
- horseback riding on Saturdays
- deep discussions on faith and trials with some of the dear ladies
- tea times
- teaching in my various ministries
- foreign greetings
- a simpler way of life
- watching the birds from my veranda
- beautiful and very colorful sunsets
- night sounds of crickets, beetles, birds, and owls

Even though I am glad to me in American, my other "home", these are the things that I am missing.

Monday, May 29, 2017

The In-Betweens

The other night, I was awakened out of sleep by a loud - CRASH!

After coming fully awake, 
I realized it was just the sound of a large avocado falling off the tree 
and onto the tin roof of the shed behind my house.

It was probably the 50th one that fell that day. 
So, content on the identification of the sound, 
I rolled over to fall back asleep.

I don't know about you, 
but every time I go to fall asleep, 
I seem to kind of "take inventory".

The day had been a good one.
The week had been a good one.
God is so GOOOOD!

That got me thinking about all of the ups and downs in life.

Since arriving in Zambia,
I had gone through sickness, broken limbs, pain, 
periods of constant headaches or ear aches.

Even though there were breaks in between,
 the breaks are easy to forget when you are always 
going through some sort of thing.

this night, 
I was thankful for the days that are just normal, 
no present pain or sickness, 
no unnecessary drama in my life, 
just a day, 
a good one.

In the Christian life, we go through many ups and downs.

We experience spiritual mountain tops; highs of great spirituality and victory.

Then we experience valleys; deep, dark valleys of trials, 
heartaches, and testings.

Even though we should strive for those spiritual highs, we can't always have them, otherwise they would become "normals".

We need all three present in our lives to truly grow in His grace 
and in the knowledge of who He is.

Tonight, I am just thankful for the comfort, strength 
and rest that comes in the "in-betweens"!

Monday, May 22, 2017

Little Lumps of Clay

School this year had an amazing start.

It is hard to prepare for the unknown.
I say unknown, because each child is differant. 
Its not like I can find out how the children are from thier past teachers.
No, they are fresh clay, ready to be molded and made for the Master's use.

William and I with some of my students

This year I have twelve students.
(Not all are pictured above.)
They come from differant homes and differant backgrounds.
Some even come from differant countries.

Every day is a new adventure in learning.
With each day, I learn more about thier personalities
and each day I learn more about myself.

We are almost half way through our school year here.
(Zambia schools start in January and run till December,
 unlike American schools that start in September and end in May/June).

Each day is filled with smiles and sillyness.

They learn to do the fun things,
as well as the challenging things.

We are molding young lives,
training them for the future.

This Little One

As a missionary, you wish you had time to really do 
everything you would like to do.

There are so many people with so many needs.

So many talents and experiences that the Lord has given you, 
but not ever enough time to share them with others.

Every day, week, month, year we are faced with choices.

Since I can't do everything (after all, I am not wonder woman),
I have to decide what I can do that will make the most impact for the Lord.

Where is HE leading me?

What does HE want me to do or not do?

In reality, it takes many precious years to work with someone,
and in the end, it is just a small impact,

Recently, I have noticed that this little boy has been struggling in school.

         He is a very clever boy, but yet struggles
 to get all of his work done in class.

I hardly have extra time for anything.
My schedule is so jam-packed with school, visiting, ministries, 
house cleaning, laundry, dishes,....
 but the Lord prompted me to take a little time twice a week
 to help this little one regain his confidence back.

I tutor him twice a week.
it is just a short time,
a great joy!

Every week I go home blessed.

First of all, because when you obey 
what the Lord is telling you to do,
then He blesses you.

You know,
 when we have our little times together,
it seems like time stands still.

I never feel like I am 'sacrificing' my time,
I never have an anxious spirit (what I mean by that, 
is when you feel like you just want to get to the next thing),
I feel totally at peace during these times. 

All I can say, is that it is because of obeying the Lord.

Another thing I love about my times with this little boy,
is to hear him pray.

He still speaks in broken English, 
but when he prays it is with a heart to please God.

He prays for his teachers, that God would help him with his work 
and that God would help him be kind to others.

Precious, precious, precious!

My time with this little one may not change the world,


Isaiah 60:22
little one shall become a thousand, 
and a small one a strong nation: 
I the Lord will hasten it in his time.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Footsteps of Faith Easter 2017

On the weeks leading up to Easter,
the Footsteps of Faith kids memorized Bible verses and songs
to share with the congregation on Easter Sunday.

Our Theme this year was,
"Yes! Jesus Loves Me!"

The program started with the children reciting John 3:16.

Then the littlest children sang Jesus Loves the Little Children.

Romans 5:8  
But God commendeth his love toward us,
 in that, while we were yet sinners,
Christ died for us.

The children then sang the following song in a round-

Matthew 28:1-6
In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward 
the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene
and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.
And, behold, there was a great earthquake:
 for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven,
and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.
His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:
And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.
And the angel answered and said unto the women,
 Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. 
Come, see the place where the Lord lay.

Song: Christ Arose

John 11:25
 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: 
he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live

Song: Christ the Lord is Risen Today

I Corinthians 15:3-4
3 For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received,
how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;
4 And that he was buried, and that he rose again
 the third day according to the scriptures:

Song: Jesus Loves Even Me

Isaiah 53:5-6
But he was wounded for our transgressions, 
he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
and with his stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray; 
we have turned every one to his own way;
and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

Song: Wounded For Me

Acts 1:11
Which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven?
this same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven,
shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.

We made matching head bands as gifts for the girls 
and William, my brother, made origami birds for each of the boys' pockets.

Monday, April 3, 2017

The View From The Car

The other day I was looking at some pictures
 I have taken over the last few months.

I thought you might like to see some of the things 
that I see everyday as I drive around Kabwe.

Come take a drive with me!
Drive out my front gate at my house
The bumping dirt road that leads to the main road

Stores on the side of the road

Marketeers, ready to sell you anything you need, or don't need
Ladies carrying carrying their babies, tied to their back
Men pushing carts full of veggies to sell at the market.
Women with things on their heads

Properties with dams full of water

Beautiful skies

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Another Broken Bone

My first day off and my brother was here!!!
I was excited to take William to the city to let him 
see a different side of Zambia,
plus I had a long list of shopping to be done.

William and I shopping

Well, God had other plans.
Wouldn't you know, that within the first hour of being out at the stores,

Poor William!
I drove us to the emergency care hospital
and there we spent the rest of our day off.

When they discharged me, 
I had to drive the two hour drive home with a throbbing foot.
William helped me so much during this time.  
He even carried me to the kitchen and sat me on a chair,
 so I could tell him how to make dinner.

Now that I am healed, it makes me laugh,
but during that time, I just wanted to cry.

Because I work with preschoolers, 
I had to find some kind of armour, to protect my little toes
from their, heavy, clunky school shoes.
So, I wore this special boot pictured below.

It is amazing how God made our bodies!
My toe is still crooked.
Every time I look down at it in disgust,
I am reminded that God has His own plans.

Teaching with my armour on

Isaiah 55:8

 For My thoughts are not your thoughts, 

neither are your ways My ways, saith the Lord.