Visit to Foster Home

Yesterday I was excited to finally get to serve at one of the two foster homes in this area operated by the AFM Church. It was not far from where I live but the road was treacherous.  I had prepared by selecting what Bible stories I would read to the children but after arriving there my plans changed. There were four new arrivals. Their parents had died and the young girl had been raising the younger children alone.  It broke my heart and I was unable to focus on anything but the pain of the situation.
 The home was built by Habitat for Humanity and it houses children who have lost their parents due to AIDS, They have a piggery which brings income to support the local homes.
Please join me in praying for the children and the staff.

Finding The Shortcut

Since I have been in Butha Buthe or Botha Buthe ( as some spell it), I have been walking a long distance each day. I usually are hauling large bags of groceries coming back and feel like I will never make it home. Well, today God sent an angel to show me a shortcut. It took at least an half an hour off my walk. I have seen the path but I never met anyone I could ask. Even though this is an English speaking country, it is hard to find someone who speaks English.   This path  curved

in many directions so I guess you know I got lost coming back but it was not so bad. I had to walk pass cows, bulls and a drainage ditch. My fear of all three was very obvious and it gave the shepherd a good laugh.

 I was remembering as I walked a verse from Psalm 121, “He will not let you stumble,” (NLT) I thank you Lord it was very tricky in some spots but You brought me through.

 Cows are everywhere. The shepherd move them from field to field all day so it is impossible to go anywhere and not see a cow, bull or sheep. I see little children walking by without as much as a nod. I just have to get use to this agricultural town. The graze close to side walks and streets and usually just one shepherd is watching them. If he wants them to move or not move, he throws a rock and hits them. The question I have is why is there no fresh meat in any of the grocery stores within walking distance. You would think that someone would occasionally slaughter one of these great beast.  I have not changed I am always thinking of food.

 This is such a safe town You can walk anywhere and no one will bother you. During the day , this strange man has stared knocking on my door. He does not speak English so I do not know what he wants. If it is food or money , he is out of luck.

Rain , Rain and More Rain

Yesterday was the first sunny day in a week. The rains have been torrential. Winter is coming here soon. I am not use to such wet weather and since I have to walk everywhere I was in the house for several days. I did not go to church this past Sunday because I had lost tracks of the days and did not know it was Sunday. Yesterday the sun came out and I immediately decided to do my wash. I have to do my wash early while the children are in school. It must be the job of the teen girls and when they see my wash on the line they swish it together and put their laundry where I had mine.

 I do not have a scale but with all the walking and no fast food, I should have shed some pounds. The stores here do not sell fresh meat only 3 selections of canned meat, corned beef, canned fish and tuna.  The only canned vegetables are peas. They have canned peaches and some mixed fruit. Milk is not refrigerated and neither are eggs. They do sell frozen chicken. A large pack of chicken wings are 39.99 rand or 3.99 U S dollars. What a bargain! Since I am on a budget I have to watch what I spent carefully. I have learned to be inventive with Ramien noodles. I mix them with vegetables and Voila! A great meal.

 Life as a missionary is tough but worth every minute when you hear someone say that they want to give their life to Christ.  I spent a lot of time alone studying my Bible and preparing for my ministry. The pastor has taken a 1 month vacation so everything is on hold but we are planning another trek to the mountains this month. So I will not be able to get emails or get on Facebook. I am not sure how long I will be gone this time but there is so much work to do there. I understand that I may not have to walk the six hours because the pastor’s car will be ready.  The life there is rough but my greatest obstacle was mice in our hut. I hope we can borrow a cat.

 I miss my family and church but I am trying to stay busy.  I have learned many new lessons, like how to cook pappas and just being thankful for the little things. I go to a grocery store and get so excited when I see something I have not seen before like crackers or peanuts. I am doing well and want to thank you all for your prayers and support.

 Lesotho is an English speaking country but many choose not to speak English so everyday is an adventure for me. At church the service is in English and Sesotho except for the songs and I have trouble understanding what they are saying. teens here speak perfect English so I am happy that I may start teaching the teen class. It will be easier that trying to find a translator.

On the Road to Salone

I finally feel that I have recovered from the one week mission trip to Salone, Lesotho. I know that it is now time for me to get back to work.
 On the road to Salone, I had a six hour walk and that was plenty of time to pray and talk to God. I imagined that I was walking with Jesus on the road to Emmaus.  It was on that road that the people realized that  what was foretold had come true. The Son of God had risen  . He had conquered the grave. This gave me strength when I did not think I come not walk another step.
 Once I got to Salone, it was clear why God had sent me there. So many people there have not heard the Good News. The children with an outdoor school sitting on the rocks in their tattered clothing are the lucky ones who are receiving an education. School only goes to the 7th grade. Many boys do not get to go at all but are preparing for a life as a shepherd. It was heartbreaking to see so many boys dressed in the traditional garb. Most have never been out of Salone. There is no running water and many of the villages do not have outdoor latrines.
  We held Bible study and church each night in the same pit that we cooked all our meals. The good news is that people accepted Christ while we were there.  I pray that when we return we will be able to offer Bibles to the new converts. I also pray that  there will be a church built there soon . We need missionaries and pastors to make the long trek on a more regular basis.
  I could hear Jesus telling me that I too had been blind. There is such a need in this village alone. It has given me courage to continue the much needed work.