Us 3 girls with our babies. :) They kept us warm all night long.
I brought glow-in-the-dark bracelets for the kids.
Look how happy. :)
Trying to carry water the Zambian way.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
A Few Highlights 7
Us 3 girls with our babies. :) They kept us warm all night long.I brought glow-in-the-dark bracelets for the kids.Look how happy. :)Trying to carry water the Zambian way.
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This is how Zambians carry their babies. I can't wait to carry my baby like this.
I love my chitenge. :)
My dear friend, Swazi and I
We wanted to get as close as possible to the giraffes. Check out how close Bonnie is here!
I have never really noticed how beautiful giraffes are until I was 25 feet away.
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Me with one of the gorgeous giraffes. :)
I loved the plants and the trees in Zambia. Some of the tree trunks would be so thick; it would look like 10 trees merged together.
Me up in the tower we found at the Nsobe Game Park
The kids were SO excited to read the books I brought from the Abingdon Library. Although only 3 or 4 could read, they were eager to learn. I wish that I could have split myself into 27 different pieces in teach them each a little about reading.
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Ketty & I in the taxi after school
Metting Angela & Gloria at their house in the compounds. Just seconds before their baby brother was screaming in terror because I, a white person, was frightening him. hahah
In the compounds; The children loved to follow us around.
A typical mud house in the compounds
Standing on an ant hill; Bonnie, Swazi, Moses & I
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heheh. These photos and videos just like it would make us crack up til we were crying.
How we entertain ourselves. :)
Trying to do a fish kiss. I love these girls SO much!
Mapalo & I
One of the most adventurous days I've ever had: antelope, zebras and giraffes only 25 feet in front of us as we walked in the bush of Africa.
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My favorite part: following the giraffes. We got nearly 25 feet away from them.
I never realized how silly Bonnie could be. :)
Bonnie & I after climbing a tower.
Climbing into a tower we found
Our hands were SO swollen. We were trying to get the blood moving. heheh
A Few Highlights
Looking for some animals :) We decided walking the land, rather than riding a safari truck, would be best. We could go where trucks couldn't and the trucks were loud enough to scare the animals away
At the Nsobi Game Park
Trying to pick out my chitenge
Having fun
At the compounds; Children followed us around the whole time :)
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Tears Filled My Eyes
Tears filled my eyes today as one of my pupils, Albina, walked up to me and whispered, "I will never forget you."
I tried my best to be strong in front of them, but the truth is I miss them already. I cannot help but wonder what each of them will become one day, what struggles they will face. I shall pray for them daily - pleading for God to be the Lord of their life. Even if I was here with them, God is the only one to sustain them and bring them joy in life. I must trust His work will continue even as I leave. I have only been called for a short time, but God is alive and active everywhere, always.
Lord, continue to fill my mind with the knowledge of your great love for those who love you. Continue to place a desire in me to please you. Father, fill my heart with a joy that is not circumstantial, but one that lasts through all situations because my greatest need has already been met. Fill me with faith in you, Lord. I am feeling weak and I need you all the more right now.
I tried my best to be strong in front of them, but the truth is I miss them already. I cannot help but wonder what each of them will become one day, what struggles they will face. I shall pray for them daily - pleading for God to be the Lord of their life. Even if I was here with them, God is the only one to sustain them and bring them joy in life. I must trust His work will continue even as I leave. I have only been called for a short time, but God is alive and active everywhere, always.
Lord, continue to fill my mind with the knowledge of your great love for those who love you. Continue to place a desire in me to please you. Father, fill my heart with a joy that is not circumstantial, but one that lasts through all situations because my greatest need has already been met. Fill me with faith in you, Lord. I am feeling weak and I need you all the more right now.
I Can Trust
2 Timothy 6:17
“He fulfills the desire of those who fear him”
Psalm 145
“If you then, who are evil know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”
Luke 11:13
“Know, therefore that the Lord your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations…”
Deuteronomy 7:9
“He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.”
I Thessalonians 5:24
“If we are faithless, he remains faithful. The saying is trustworthy, for he cannot deny himself.”
2 Timothy 2:13, 11
“Let us hold fast to the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful.”
Hebrews 10:23
I can trust the Lord because He has proven himself faithful. To not be faithful is against His very nature. So many times, I have found myself claiming to trust God IF he provides. This is foolishness. The Lord will provide, for He is faithful. God’s promises do not come with a time frame, therefore I cannot expect for things to happen in my own time frame or even in my own idea of what would be best. How dare I tell the Sustainer of the Universe to do things my way? How dare I present him with “if you provide”? I should not forget that I am the one accountable to Him; The Lord is not accountable to me. He owes me nothing. But in his love and grace, He seeks to provide for my desires.
2 Peter 1:11
And here, he has provided for my greatest need, without me even knowing I had the need of a Savior. I serve a spectacular God!
Friday, July 29, 2011
A Heart Like Yours
Yesterday, one of our pupils, Pumulo, walked up to me during break, handed me a blank piece of paper and said, “Write ‘Ms. McKenzie.’” So, I did. Then, with a smile she said, “Write ‘Thank you for the biscuits.’” I smiled and chuckled at the thought that I was writing my own thank you note. “And, write ‘Thank you for the books.’” I smiled again, but this time with a heart filled to the brim with joy. Her gratitude was evident. Finally, she asked, “Write ‘I love you.’”
Pumulo then went on to copy her thoughts, in the form of my writing, onto another piece of paper. I have received many cards from these children, but this was one hit in me in an unexpected way. It was specific and it expressed to me more than just her gratitude, but I also felt God smiling down on us. It was a very profound moment that I cannot seem to put into words that would make sense. Then, in a very quick motion, without second-motion, she also presented me with a small notebook and barrette. Tears filled my eyes. She has so little and yet here she was quick to give away her belongings and express gratitude for that which she’s been given. Her beautiful smile will be forever etched in my mind.
Father, give me a heart like Pumulo – quick to be full of gratitude and quick to give my prized possessions to others.
Who knew that all it takes sometimes is a peanut-butter cookie and used library books. I have found that God’s love is humble. I came here hoping to make some sort of big impact, but didn’t realize my everyday, small, mundane actions would provide so much to the lives of these students. It points back to my Savior’s life – he came from humble beginnings, lived a humble life and died the most humble of deaths. “He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.” (Isaiah 53:2b)
Father, give me a heart like yours – one that desires to not bring glory to himself but to the name of the Lord. Grow in me a love like yours – one that is shown daily in modest ways.
Pumulo then went on to copy her thoughts, in the form of my writing, onto another piece of paper. I have received many cards from these children, but this was one hit in me in an unexpected way. It was specific and it expressed to me more than just her gratitude, but I also felt God smiling down on us. It was a very profound moment that I cannot seem to put into words that would make sense. Then, in a very quick motion, without second-motion, she also presented me with a small notebook and barrette. Tears filled my eyes. She has so little and yet here she was quick to give away her belongings and express gratitude for that which she’s been given. Her beautiful smile will be forever etched in my mind.
Father, give me a heart like Pumulo – quick to be full of gratitude and quick to give my prized possessions to others.
Who knew that all it takes sometimes is a peanut-butter cookie and used library books. I have found that God’s love is humble. I came here hoping to make some sort of big impact, but didn’t realize my everyday, small, mundane actions would provide so much to the lives of these students. It points back to my Savior’s life – he came from humble beginnings, lived a humble life and died the most humble of deaths. “He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.” (Isaiah 53:2b)
Father, give me a heart like yours – one that desires to not bring glory to himself but to the name of the Lord. Grow in me a love like yours – one that is shown daily in modest ways.
Gratitude
As I observe the impact of the broken and neglected relationships of my students with their parents, I find myself becoming increasingly aware of how quickly I have taken my parents for granted, both their presence and their love for me.
I have a father. I have a father who loves me - who seeks to provide for my daily needs, as well as my future dreams. I have a father who is present and active. I have a father who touches my life with gentle care, never with anger or rage. I have a father who protects me and cannot sleep without the knowledge that I am safe. I have a father who is ALWAYS there for me. I love my Daddy!
I have a mother. I have a mother who cares for my health, for my big and small aches. I have a mother who has been a teacher to me, in life and in academics. I have a mother who lends a listening ear when I don’t even know I need one. I have a mother who comforts. I have a mother who gives without expecting anything in return. I have happiness in my mother. I love my Mom!
I have a father. I have a father who loves me - who seeks to provide for my daily needs, as well as my future dreams. I have a father who is present and active. I have a father who touches my life with gentle care, never with anger or rage. I have a father who protects me and cannot sleep without the knowledge that I am safe. I have a father who is ALWAYS there for me. I love my Daddy!
I have a mother. I have a mother who cares for my health, for my big and small aches. I have a mother who has been a teacher to me, in life and in academics. I have a mother who lends a listening ear when I don’t even know I need one. I have a mother who comforts. I have a mother who gives without expecting anything in return. I have happiness in my mother. I love my Mom!
Friday, July 22, 2011
I'm a Teacher in ZAMBIA!
This past week I had the privilege of teaching Bonnie’s class every day all day. I wish I could say that I was able to present Bonnie with the week off, but she, herself, was very busy. Allow me to explain.
This week and next week are the last two weeks of this term. Zambia’s schools run 3 terms a year with a 3-4 week break in between each term. Because it’s the end of the term, the students have to take exams on the material they’ve learned over the term. Other than these 6 exams, the students have no other quiz/test grades, just classwork completion. So basically, these exams are very important and fairly challenging for the students.
As a result, the last two weeks have been spent reviewing the term’s information with the students. This week, as Bonnie tested the students one-on-one, I continued to review with them. Bonnie has to test one-on-one for two reasons: one, the classroom is about 6’ x 10’ and fits a teacher’s desk, 5 tables and 25 student’s seats. You can imagine how crowded it would be and how tempting it would be for these little ones to glance over at their partner’s paper. Two, most of the students are not able to read, so Bonnie has to read and point to each question and answer to assure the answer they want is circled. Pray for Bonnie – she has been reading the same test 25 times a day. I cannot imagine how mentally draining this could be. Thankfully, we have completed 4 of the tests. Only 2 to go. ☺
As Bonnie tests, I have had the opportunity to teach. I have been challenged, as an educator, more than I could ever imagine. I have been trained with manipulatives, interactive whiteboards, textbooks, movie clips, clipart and even simple paper-and-pencil. I have never been trained in a classroom that forces me to teach 3rd grade material to students who are not able to read. Since they are not able to read and they don’t have their own textbooks, you think I could just verbally teach them the information. Well, I have also never been trained in a classroom of students who are not able to understand my accent, and barely even my language.
This week included a lot of writing the textbook on the board and having the students copy it into their workbook, a lot of “Orlando, stop talking.”, a lot of repetition, a lot of patience. I have found myself crying out to the Lord, wondering how Jesus would have handled a class like this without losing his patience. I wonder how Jesus would have sinlessly persevered even when his human body was exhausted, his voice hoarse and his head full of chalk dust. I know, without a doubt, that he was able to approach any situation without sin, but I found myself in an awesome wonder at the reality of Jesus’ daily life without sin. Every day. No son. I have found myself reflecting more and more on my Savior’s life this week. I am humbled by my Savior’s words: “I am among you as one who serves” (Luke 22: 27). “For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many” (Matthew 20:28).
I serve an amazing God. Each day I remind myself that I have been given a mission that I cannot take lightly. I only have five short weeks here to share as much of Christ’s love as possible. Each moment is to be for Him. And even as my return home comes near, each day, each moment at home should be a testimony of the love I’ve received from my Savior.
This week and next week are the last two weeks of this term. Zambia’s schools run 3 terms a year with a 3-4 week break in between each term. Because it’s the end of the term, the students have to take exams on the material they’ve learned over the term. Other than these 6 exams, the students have no other quiz/test grades, just classwork completion. So basically, these exams are very important and fairly challenging for the students.
As a result, the last two weeks have been spent reviewing the term’s information with the students. This week, as Bonnie tested the students one-on-one, I continued to review with them. Bonnie has to test one-on-one for two reasons: one, the classroom is about 6’ x 10’ and fits a teacher’s desk, 5 tables and 25 student’s seats. You can imagine how crowded it would be and how tempting it would be for these little ones to glance over at their partner’s paper. Two, most of the students are not able to read, so Bonnie has to read and point to each question and answer to assure the answer they want is circled. Pray for Bonnie – she has been reading the same test 25 times a day. I cannot imagine how mentally draining this could be. Thankfully, we have completed 4 of the tests. Only 2 to go. ☺
As Bonnie tests, I have had the opportunity to teach. I have been challenged, as an educator, more than I could ever imagine. I have been trained with manipulatives, interactive whiteboards, textbooks, movie clips, clipart and even simple paper-and-pencil. I have never been trained in a classroom that forces me to teach 3rd grade material to students who are not able to read. Since they are not able to read and they don’t have their own textbooks, you think I could just verbally teach them the information. Well, I have also never been trained in a classroom of students who are not able to understand my accent, and barely even my language.
This week included a lot of writing the textbook on the board and having the students copy it into their workbook, a lot of “Orlando, stop talking.”, a lot of repetition, a lot of patience. I have found myself crying out to the Lord, wondering how Jesus would have handled a class like this without losing his patience. I wonder how Jesus would have sinlessly persevered even when his human body was exhausted, his voice hoarse and his head full of chalk dust. I know, without a doubt, that he was able to approach any situation without sin, but I found myself in an awesome wonder at the reality of Jesus’ daily life without sin. Every day. No son. I have found myself reflecting more and more on my Savior’s life this week. I am humbled by my Savior’s words: “I am among you as one who serves” (Luke 22: 27). “For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many” (Matthew 20:28).
I serve an amazing God. Each day I remind myself that I have been given a mission that I cannot take lightly. I only have five short weeks here to share as much of Christ’s love as possible. Each moment is to be for Him. And even as my return home comes near, each day, each moment at home should be a testimony of the love I’ve received from my Savior.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Take My Life
The song of my heart recently:
Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my hands and let them move
at the impulse of your love.
Take my feet and let them be
swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my voice and let me sing
always, only for my King.
Take my silver and my gold
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my will, it is Thine own;
It should be thy royal throne.
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be they royal throne.
Take my life and let it be
consecrated Lord to thee.
Please be praying the my eyes would be open to opportunities to better serve these children and ultimately the Lord over these next two weeks.
Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my hands and let them move
at the impulse of your love.
Take my feet and let them be
swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my voice and let me sing
always, only for my King.
Take my silver and my gold
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my will, it is Thine own;
It should be thy royal throne.
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be they royal throne.
Take my life and let it be
consecrated Lord to thee.
Please be praying the my eyes would be open to opportunities to better serve these children and ultimately the Lord over these next two weeks.
Friday, July 15, 2011
A Window into My Life
Bonnie decided to give the kids a "bracelet" rubberband. You would have thought she was giving out gold. :)
Febby, Alice, Alice, me & Albena
Bonnie has so many giftings. Her compassion heart is seen more and more each day. Here she is using her first-aid kit to help a children. Everyone is so interested. 
Bonnie & I about to make 25 PB&J sandwiches for the kids. :)
Candlelight grading. :) You never know when the electricity will switch off.
Monday, July 11, 2011
In my weakness, his strength is made perfect
“Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the field yield no food, the flock by cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.” Habakkuk 3:17-18
The last 48 hours have been some of the most straining hours I have ever experienced. Physically, spiritually and emotionally I was stretched to what I thought was beyond my limit.
It all started on Saturday. I was very tired all day. I tried to resist taking the two naps that I did for I knew there was much to be done. As evening approached, my body was empty of heat and energy. I tried to hide it because we were visiting a friend’s house for dinner. When dinner was served, I barely had an appetite but in order to be polite, I ate as much as I could. I hope to see this family again so that I can apologize for my lack of energy.
When arriving home that night, I finally convinced myself that asking if I felt hot or if I had a fever would not be grumbling or whining. Basically, I had to reveal my weakness, lay down my pride. I had a slight fever of 99.3
That night, sleeping was a struggle. I tossed and turned hoping to find relief for my aching body. My joy was creeping away and all I could think was “I wish I was home.” Tears streamed down my face as I realized how far away the comforts of home were.
In the morning, I felt awful. My body was so hot and then very cold. My fever has increased to 100.9. To be careful, Bonnie suggested I go and get tested for Malaria at the clinic. The fast you catch it, the better.
The wait at the clinic seemed to drag on for nearly an hour. We were in a small room on wooden chairs with 15 others. The wind was pouring through the broken window. I must have looked miserable because people kept staring. Finally, I was called in to see the nurse and my blood was taken to be tested. Those 15 minutes of waiting, Bonnie was so kind to warm my body by rubbing my arms. In my mind, I was trying to determine how I would manage not o foolishly cry if I did indeed have Malaria. I have seen the effects Of Malaria. People have gone blind, deaf, lost limbs and even died. I cannot imagine living in a world where this fear constantly exists.
Much to my surprise, I did not have Malaria. I say “to my surprise” because I had nearly all the symptoms. The thing with Malaria is that it’s symptoms seem very similar to other illnesses se without the test it is hard to tell. The nurse then mentioned that the Malaria could be hiding behind the anti-Malaria pill. I wouldn’t be able to tell until the next day – if my symptoms got worse. Then, she seemed confused as to what to do next. Bonnie has to go ahead and suggest that we take the medication anyway and administer it as needed.
The whole day, I made feeble attempts at eating and drinking. I kept telling myself that it would help rebuild my strength in the long run, despite the fact that everything I was taking in was just running right through me.
Although I missed home and the comfort of my mom and dad caring for my sick body, I could not have asked for a better comforter. Bonnie check on me every hour, filled my hot water bottles, put socks on my feet, rubbed my aching body, fed me and read Scripture to me. I nearly cried when her prayer thanked God in advance for his healing. I knew this but hearing this from a heat that believes it encouraged me greatly.
Today, I feel much better. Although my body is not fully restored, my fever and headache are gone. Now I am only taking 3 medications rather than the 6 I was taking yesterday. My body is slowly but surely regaining strength. Please pray for continued strength and energy each day and for sickness to stay far from this house.
By God’s grace, I am able to say I am grateful for this time of sickness. I have tasted in a very small way the challenge that face each Zambian every day. When I see someone sick, I can now feel their pain and feel their fear. The comfort I experienced because of Bonnie and the comforts I experience at home. I wish to impart to them. My heart is heavy for their physical health. I feel as though the Lord is giving me His eyes and His heart.
I am also reminded of something that was said to me before leaving on this journey – Satan will rise against you when God is about a good work. I feel my joy waning. Please pray! Even in my suffering, I desire the joy of the Lord!
“Count it all joy my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.” (James 1:2-3) With confidence, I hold my Lord to his words – my faith will indeed create a steadfastness in me!
The last 48 hours have been some of the most straining hours I have ever experienced. Physically, spiritually and emotionally I was stretched to what I thought was beyond my limit.
It all started on Saturday. I was very tired all day. I tried to resist taking the two naps that I did for I knew there was much to be done. As evening approached, my body was empty of heat and energy. I tried to hide it because we were visiting a friend’s house for dinner. When dinner was served, I barely had an appetite but in order to be polite, I ate as much as I could. I hope to see this family again so that I can apologize for my lack of energy.
When arriving home that night, I finally convinced myself that asking if I felt hot or if I had a fever would not be grumbling or whining. Basically, I had to reveal my weakness, lay down my pride. I had a slight fever of 99.3
That night, sleeping was a struggle. I tossed and turned hoping to find relief for my aching body. My joy was creeping away and all I could think was “I wish I was home.” Tears streamed down my face as I realized how far away the comforts of home were.
In the morning, I felt awful. My body was so hot and then very cold. My fever has increased to 100.9. To be careful, Bonnie suggested I go and get tested for Malaria at the clinic. The fast you catch it, the better.
The wait at the clinic seemed to drag on for nearly an hour. We were in a small room on wooden chairs with 15 others. The wind was pouring through the broken window. I must have looked miserable because people kept staring. Finally, I was called in to see the nurse and my blood was taken to be tested. Those 15 minutes of waiting, Bonnie was so kind to warm my body by rubbing my arms. In my mind, I was trying to determine how I would manage not o foolishly cry if I did indeed have Malaria. I have seen the effects Of Malaria. People have gone blind, deaf, lost limbs and even died. I cannot imagine living in a world where this fear constantly exists.
Much to my surprise, I did not have Malaria. I say “to my surprise” because I had nearly all the symptoms. The thing with Malaria is that it’s symptoms seem very similar to other illnesses se without the test it is hard to tell. The nurse then mentioned that the Malaria could be hiding behind the anti-Malaria pill. I wouldn’t be able to tell until the next day – if my symptoms got worse. Then, she seemed confused as to what to do next. Bonnie has to go ahead and suggest that we take the medication anyway and administer it as needed.
The whole day, I made feeble attempts at eating and drinking. I kept telling myself that it would help rebuild my strength in the long run, despite the fact that everything I was taking in was just running right through me.
Although I missed home and the comfort of my mom and dad caring for my sick body, I could not have asked for a better comforter. Bonnie check on me every hour, filled my hot water bottles, put socks on my feet, rubbed my aching body, fed me and read Scripture to me. I nearly cried when her prayer thanked God in advance for his healing. I knew this but hearing this from a heat that believes it encouraged me greatly.
Today, I feel much better. Although my body is not fully restored, my fever and headache are gone. Now I am only taking 3 medications rather than the 6 I was taking yesterday. My body is slowly but surely regaining strength. Please pray for continued strength and energy each day and for sickness to stay far from this house.
By God’s grace, I am able to say I am grateful for this time of sickness. I have tasted in a very small way the challenge that face each Zambian every day. When I see someone sick, I can now feel their pain and feel their fear. The comfort I experienced because of Bonnie and the comforts I experience at home. I wish to impart to them. My heart is heavy for their physical health. I feel as though the Lord is giving me His eyes and His heart.
I am also reminded of something that was said to me before leaving on this journey – Satan will rise against you when God is about a good work. I feel my joy waning. Please pray! Even in my suffering, I desire the joy of the Lord!
“Count it all joy my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.” (James 1:2-3) With confidence, I hold my Lord to his words – my faith will indeed create a steadfastness in me!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
My Dreams and Reality Become One
There has been this real mix of emotions and understanding in my mind when I awake in my bed in the morning. My dreams at night consist of people and places from back home – my past reality. But when I awake, I am in my dream – my current reality. It takes me a few seconds to figure out which is my reality – my family and friends from Maryland or the school, home and culture in Zambia. Then, it hits me. I have been in Zambia for one week now. One of my dreams is now my reality.
She also congratulated me on eating my first real Zambian meal tonight – Nshima. Nshima is made from cornstarch and it reminds me of a very thick, dense mashed potato. It has no real flavor, but takes on the flavor of the relish, or the food and gravy being eaten with it. The most unusual part of all this is that the whole meal is eaten with your hands. Check me out, eating my first Nshima:
Results: I like it. It is very filling, so as I sit here, I feel quite content. ☺
Other than eating Nshima, today I got to spend the day "our" 24 amazing children at school. Teaching in Zambia can quickly become overwhelming. Not only is the content different than that of the states, but the process of teaching is also different. Bonnie has been encouraging to me as she strives to work best with what Zambia has presented with her, rather than try to conform the school to what she knows of teaching from the states. It is hard for me. As a teacher, I so enjoy the success of my students. It is hard to assess this in our 6’x 10’ classroom full of 24 students eager (and loud) to learn.
In Social Developmental Studies (STS) today, the students were copying the information from the board. The students do not have books; only the teacher has a teacher guide and one student book. As a result, every subject has the students copying the information from the board into their workbooks (a mini paperback notebook). As each day goes by in Zambia, I challenge myself to make the most of each moment given to me, so today I did in a small way.
The students write at different paces. As students were finishing their copying today, I knelt down next to them to have them practice their reading. The first girl I walked up to – Mapalo – I assumed she would excel. I was happy to see her read most of the words without struggle. When an unknown word came, I helped her sound it out and then she blended it together. The next two students I went to - Febby & Alice – I felt the need to first see if they knew their sight words. I pointed to words like “a” and “the” to see what level I was working with. To my surprise, neither of them could read these simply words.
At that point, I scanned the text and found 5 words for these girls to focus on (and, a, the, and, is). I told them I would read but when we came to one of their special words, it was their turn to read. I could see their excitement with each new special word. In the end, I wrote these 5 words at the top of their paper and had them repeat them a few times. ☺ This filled my heart with joy. Today, I taught two young students how to read. Yes, only 5 words, but tomorrow I will add to their list.
My heart aches for these children. I wish I could divide myself into 24 pieces, or at least me into 12 pieces and Bonnie into 12. Each student is eager to learn. As I read with just those 3 students today, others were gripping onto my arm - “Teacher, read with me!”
Please be praying for these three students, as well as all the other students at Lighthouse. I have seen in very real ways over the last week that education is one of the most influential ways to stop the cycle of poverty.
Check out two of the beautiful smiles I get to see everyday:
Kennedy & Moses
She also congratulated me on eating my first real Zambian meal tonight – Nshima. Nshima is made from cornstarch and it reminds me of a very thick, dense mashed potato. It has no real flavor, but takes on the flavor of the relish, or the food and gravy being eaten with it. The most unusual part of all this is that the whole meal is eaten with your hands. Check me out, eating my first Nshima:
Results: I like it. It is very filling, so as I sit here, I feel quite content. ☺Other than eating Nshima, today I got to spend the day "our" 24 amazing children at school. Teaching in Zambia can quickly become overwhelming. Not only is the content different than that of the states, but the process of teaching is also different. Bonnie has been encouraging to me as she strives to work best with what Zambia has presented with her, rather than try to conform the school to what she knows of teaching from the states. It is hard for me. As a teacher, I so enjoy the success of my students. It is hard to assess this in our 6’x 10’ classroom full of 24 students eager (and loud) to learn.
In Social Developmental Studies (STS) today, the students were copying the information from the board. The students do not have books; only the teacher has a teacher guide and one student book. As a result, every subject has the students copying the information from the board into their workbooks (a mini paperback notebook). As each day goes by in Zambia, I challenge myself to make the most of each moment given to me, so today I did in a small way.
The students write at different paces. As students were finishing their copying today, I knelt down next to them to have them practice their reading. The first girl I walked up to – Mapalo – I assumed she would excel. I was happy to see her read most of the words without struggle. When an unknown word came, I helped her sound it out and then she blended it together. The next two students I went to - Febby & Alice – I felt the need to first see if they knew their sight words. I pointed to words like “a” and “the” to see what level I was working with. To my surprise, neither of them could read these simply words.
At that point, I scanned the text and found 5 words for these girls to focus on (and, a, the, and, is). I told them I would read but when we came to one of their special words, it was their turn to read. I could see their excitement with each new special word. In the end, I wrote these 5 words at the top of their paper and had them repeat them a few times. ☺ This filled my heart with joy. Today, I taught two young students how to read. Yes, only 5 words, but tomorrow I will add to their list.
My heart aches for these children. I wish I could divide myself into 24 pieces, or at least me into 12 pieces and Bonnie into 12. Each student is eager to learn. As I read with just those 3 students today, others were gripping onto my arm - “Teacher, read with me!”
Please be praying for these three students, as well as all the other students at Lighthouse. I have seen in very real ways over the last week that education is one of the most influential ways to stop the cycle of poverty.
Check out two of the beautiful smiles I get to see everyday:
Kennedy & Moses
Monday, July 4, 2011
Everyday Life in Zambia
I cannot help but notice how different the culture is here, not only from the states but also from what I expected. I find myself enamored by things that are common everyday practices. Allow me to fill you on a few.
Today, Bonnie & I went to the Zambia’s annual Trade Fair with Bonnie’s friend Lucky and her children Metah, Thomas & Henry. They are a lovely family and anticipate hanging out with them more. While at the Trade Fair, there are hundreds of vendors from all over Africa selling whatever it is they are known for. Before checking out the vendors, we stopped to watch a mini-concert. It was being put on to encourage the public to peacefully vote in the upcoming election. Heading the show was a well-known musician. While standing there, he called up about 6 young girls – I’d say about 14, 15, maybe 16. He then held a competition to see who could dance the best. Then these young girls started shaking the bodies, particularly their hips and their bottoms, all over the place and the people watching began cheering. I was surprised and felt as though I shouldn’t be watching. Come to find out – what we’d consider promiscuous in the states is common here in Zambia. The girls were not looked at as sensual. It has boggled my mind how much are views are shaped by the society we live in.
Ironically, the girls on the stage were dancing to Christian music being sung in Bemba (the native language of Ndola). It is crazy to me how typical it is to see books about Christianity in every store, pictures of Jesus and signs like this in a taxi:
(Trust me, this taxi needed to be covered in the blood of Jesus; I was surprised we made it home alive. ☺) You also hear Christian songs on the radio of stores and in taxis, as well as see stickers such as “Praise God”, “Riding for Jesus” on the front of buses. My fear is that although Zambia has proclaimed itself a Christian nation, that much of the practices of followers of Christ are being neglected. I am not here to judge, though. I can only pray that the Lord would impact their lives in a way that would glorify him. All I know is that we serve a God of many nations – and I am learning how diverse that is everyday.
A few other things:
1) There is a “bride price” for the groom to pay the bride’s father before being bale to marry. The bride price is determined by the parents’ according to how worthy they find their daughter (beauty, education, etc.).
2) In the states, we’d consider a woman’s chest to be immodest; here, a woman’s thighs are considered particularly attractive. So wearing a dress about your knee or even wearing shorts is considered very immodest. In fact, in some parts of town, it is common for an older man to cut a woman’s clothing off and beat her if she is dressed immodestly.
3) Here, it is very uncommon for children to talk disrespectfully to their parents or adults in general. My housemate, Swazi, was saying that her main view (and much of Africa’s) of America ‘s teenagers was their wild and crazy lifestyle. Today, she met an American teenager (about 14) on fire for God and she was surprised. For passion at such a young age is not common here, nor is it common of her thoughts of America. As I thought about it more, I assumed her misconception has probably come from her view of America via Hollywood. This saddens me.
4) Bus rides are most interesting. Imagine a 10 passenger van, but a few feet shorter and a lot of feet shorter and thinner. Now imagine shoving 25 people in that van. That’s the typical transportation here, unless you are taking a taxi. But even with a taxi (as you saw in the above picture), the rules of the road are not strictly enforced.
5) The time is "military time". Six o'clock in the evening here is known as "Eighteen".
6) Lunch is at 14 (or 2pm) and dinner is at 1930 (or 730pm).
Their culture stops me in my tracks everyday and keeps me awake at night. I find myself not being able to properly take in all the things that are coming into my mind. Please pray for me to make the most of each day. I find myself missing home more and more each day, and at the same time wanting to experience more and more of Zambia.
Today, Bonnie & I went to the Zambia’s annual Trade Fair with Bonnie’s friend Lucky and her children Metah, Thomas & Henry. They are a lovely family and anticipate hanging out with them more. While at the Trade Fair, there are hundreds of vendors from all over Africa selling whatever it is they are known for. Before checking out the vendors, we stopped to watch a mini-concert. It was being put on to encourage the public to peacefully vote in the upcoming election. Heading the show was a well-known musician. While standing there, he called up about 6 young girls – I’d say about 14, 15, maybe 16. He then held a competition to see who could dance the best. Then these young girls started shaking the bodies, particularly their hips and their bottoms, all over the place and the people watching began cheering. I was surprised and felt as though I shouldn’t be watching. Come to find out – what we’d consider promiscuous in the states is common here in Zambia. The girls were not looked at as sensual. It has boggled my mind how much are views are shaped by the society we live in.
Ironically, the girls on the stage were dancing to Christian music being sung in Bemba (the native language of Ndola). It is crazy to me how typical it is to see books about Christianity in every store, pictures of Jesus and signs like this in a taxi:
(Trust me, this taxi needed to be covered in the blood of Jesus; I was surprised we made it home alive. ☺) You also hear Christian songs on the radio of stores and in taxis, as well as see stickers such as “Praise God”, “Riding for Jesus” on the front of buses. My fear is that although Zambia has proclaimed itself a Christian nation, that much of the practices of followers of Christ are being neglected. I am not here to judge, though. I can only pray that the Lord would impact their lives in a way that would glorify him. All I know is that we serve a God of many nations – and I am learning how diverse that is everyday.A few other things:
1) There is a “bride price” for the groom to pay the bride’s father before being bale to marry. The bride price is determined by the parents’ according to how worthy they find their daughter (beauty, education, etc.).
2) In the states, we’d consider a woman’s chest to be immodest; here, a woman’s thighs are considered particularly attractive. So wearing a dress about your knee or even wearing shorts is considered very immodest. In fact, in some parts of town, it is common for an older man to cut a woman’s clothing off and beat her if she is dressed immodestly.
3) Here, it is very uncommon for children to talk disrespectfully to their parents or adults in general. My housemate, Swazi, was saying that her main view (and much of Africa’s) of America ‘s teenagers was their wild and crazy lifestyle. Today, she met an American teenager (about 14) on fire for God and she was surprised. For passion at such a young age is not common here, nor is it common of her thoughts of America. As I thought about it more, I assumed her misconception has probably come from her view of America via Hollywood. This saddens me.
4) Bus rides are most interesting. Imagine a 10 passenger van, but a few feet shorter and a lot of feet shorter and thinner. Now imagine shoving 25 people in that van. That’s the typical transportation here, unless you are taking a taxi. But even with a taxi (as you saw in the above picture), the rules of the road are not strictly enforced.
5) The time is "military time". Six o'clock in the evening here is known as "Eighteen".
6) Lunch is at 14 (or 2pm) and dinner is at 1930 (or 730pm).
Their culture stops me in my tracks everyday and keeps me awake at night. I find myself not being able to properly take in all the things that are coming into my mind. Please pray for me to make the most of each day. I find myself missing home more and more each day, and at the same time wanting to experience more and more of Zambia.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Hello from Zambia
I am so happy to write this to you. Just to be on the Internet right now I have to buy minutes and I'm not sure how much I bought; I just know it's 50000 kwacha, which is about 10 US dollars.
My stay here thus far has been wonderful. Bonnie has been SO incredibly helpful. I am blessed to be in her home. She is so quick to think of others and I feel comfortable asking her anything or telling her any of my hesitations or misunderstandings. Her housemate, Swazi, is also amazing. She is a sweetheart. The language barrier still remains, despite the fact that I am not on a phone. Their accent is so deep; I feel bad, but I've asked so many Zambians to repeat themselves in the last 2 days. I hope I become more accustomed to it. Swazi also says I have an accent, which is weird to hear. She says Bonnie & I's accent differs mainly because I talk faster. Hah. I need to remember to slow down. :)
Today, I visited the school for the first time, as well the children. I cannot find the words to express how much joy has filled my heart. I have a deep love growing in me for these children. Their smiles are precious. It's cute; they are very interested in Bonnie & I because we're white - as most Zambians are. They play with our hair and touch our skin. Today, a few children were asking me what the moles and freckles on my body were. It never hit me that they don't have very many visible marks on their body.
I also met Doug Hayes and his family - the pastor/leader of Covenant Mercies, as well as Zicky - Wilbroad's wife today. Zambian women greet each other with an "air kiss" on each of their cheeks, and men with a weird sort of handshake. I just noticed it today, and began to greet women in the Zambian way, but have yet to figure out the men's handshake... it may just be a few men, not all. Basically, I am just following Bonnie and trying to pick up on everything she does. I want the people of Zambia to feel as though I am trying to be a part of their culture, rather than a spectator. Their culture intrigues me; I can't wait to learn more. Thus far, I have learned a few phrases they say differently than us. To erase a chalkboard is to "rub it", chips = "crispus", fries = "chips", cookies = "biscuits", a period at the end of a sentence = "full stop", white woman = "muzungu", to move = "to shift", elevator= "lift"
My bedroom is cozy, and it doesn't really get too cold at night. My room looks so pretty with the flowing mosquito net, although I have yet to see a mosquito or many bugs, in fact. It's crazy. The water here goes on and off throughout the day. Today, I took my first hot bath since I landed. And by bath, I mean I sat in the bathtub and used a small container to pour water on me. :) It was definitely a new experience. As much as I tried to not expect certain things, I couldn't help it. During the day, it is mid 70s (although they speak in celsius, which is weird because I do not recall how to convert - hah). I am content with short sleeves and a skirt on. Most Zambians wear long sleeves, or a jacket. They call this cold, but I think it rather pleasant. :)
Please be praying the the love of Christ would shine through me. I want to be quick to reach out to others and see their heart, rather than their outer appearance or seemingly cold exterior. Please also pray that the Lord would give me words of encouragement for Bonnie. The expectations on Bonnie in the Zambian education are fairly high, but rather confusing to her, as well as myself, as an American teacher. Their method can best be compared to "survival of the fittest". They tend to move at a high level, despite the kid's lack of understanding. I am encouraged because I already feel like God is using me. I feel as though I have been able to be ears to listen to Bonnie's concerns as a teacher - we've talked for nearly two hours yesterday and an hour after school today. I was also able to pull a small group during math today to help the struggling students. It is so much work for her and she has such a deep desire for her students to succeed. Her heart to serve reminds me of the Jesus we serve. :) It has definitely challenged me, and it's only been a mere 30 hours.
My stay here thus far has been wonderful. Bonnie has been SO incredibly helpful. I am blessed to be in her home. She is so quick to think of others and I feel comfortable asking her anything or telling her any of my hesitations or misunderstandings. Her housemate, Swazi, is also amazing. She is a sweetheart. The language barrier still remains, despite the fact that I am not on a phone. Their accent is so deep; I feel bad, but I've asked so many Zambians to repeat themselves in the last 2 days. I hope I become more accustomed to it. Swazi also says I have an accent, which is weird to hear. She says Bonnie & I's accent differs mainly because I talk faster. Hah. I need to remember to slow down. :)
Today, I visited the school for the first time, as well the children. I cannot find the words to express how much joy has filled my heart. I have a deep love growing in me for these children. Their smiles are precious. It's cute; they are very interested in Bonnie & I because we're white - as most Zambians are. They play with our hair and touch our skin. Today, a few children were asking me what the moles and freckles on my body were. It never hit me that they don't have very many visible marks on their body.
I also met Doug Hayes and his family - the pastor/leader of Covenant Mercies, as well as Zicky - Wilbroad's wife today. Zambian women greet each other with an "air kiss" on each of their cheeks, and men with a weird sort of handshake. I just noticed it today, and began to greet women in the Zambian way, but have yet to figure out the men's handshake... it may just be a few men, not all. Basically, I am just following Bonnie and trying to pick up on everything she does. I want the people of Zambia to feel as though I am trying to be a part of their culture, rather than a spectator. Their culture intrigues me; I can't wait to learn more. Thus far, I have learned a few phrases they say differently than us. To erase a chalkboard is to "rub it", chips = "crispus", fries = "chips", cookies = "biscuits", a period at the end of a sentence = "full stop", white woman = "muzungu", to move = "to shift", elevator= "lift"
My bedroom is cozy, and it doesn't really get too cold at night. My room looks so pretty with the flowing mosquito net, although I have yet to see a mosquito or many bugs, in fact. It's crazy. The water here goes on and off throughout the day. Today, I took my first hot bath since I landed. And by bath, I mean I sat in the bathtub and used a small container to pour water on me. :) It was definitely a new experience. As much as I tried to not expect certain things, I couldn't help it. During the day, it is mid 70s (although they speak in celsius, which is weird because I do not recall how to convert - hah). I am content with short sleeves and a skirt on. Most Zambians wear long sleeves, or a jacket. They call this cold, but I think it rather pleasant. :)
Please be praying the the love of Christ would shine through me. I want to be quick to reach out to others and see their heart, rather than their outer appearance or seemingly cold exterior. Please also pray that the Lord would give me words of encouragement for Bonnie. The expectations on Bonnie in the Zambian education are fairly high, but rather confusing to her, as well as myself, as an American teacher. Their method can best be compared to "survival of the fittest". They tend to move at a high level, despite the kid's lack of understanding. I am encouraged because I already feel like God is using me. I feel as though I have been able to be ears to listen to Bonnie's concerns as a teacher - we've talked for nearly two hours yesterday and an hour after school today. I was also able to pull a small group during math today to help the struggling students. It is so much work for her and she has such a deep desire for her students to succeed. Her heart to serve reminds me of the Jesus we serve. :) It has definitely challenged me, and it's only been a mere 30 hours.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Are you ready?
Over the last two weeks, I have been asked this question dozens of times. The first few times, my quick answer was a mix of "This trip is still so unbelievable to me, that for me to begin to imagine what I will be doing for the next five weeks is seemingly impossible" and "I have a long list of things to complete, but I've still got time." It wasn't until Father's Day that a family friend asked me if I was spiritually ready. Up until that point, my readiness was focused on my physicality, my financial state and the number of materials I could check off my list of things to pack. My mind was focused on the things I could control. The week to follow was, I believe, God's way of showing me in practical ways that I was not in control.
With a remaining need of nearly $700, I found myself beginning to wonder if I would be able to cover for all my needs, as well as some of the requests of the school. Although I was hesitant, I was trying my best to walk out my last 10 days home with the greatest amount of faith I could. It was Monday of last week that my finances began to shake my faith. Everything was a dollar sign; my food, my gas, the clothes I wore, my medication, my vaccinations. All I could think was "How can I get more money?"
But then the Lord revealed himself to me. The medication I thought would be $400 was now only costing me $40.
Then, Wednesday came around. This was the day I parked my car in a non-parking lane. May I point out that the non-parking times existing only on that day for 3 hours? May I also point out that I parked right in front of the sign that stated this? I felt so foolish. I felt irresponsible and completely weary. I needed my car, but I did not have the hundreds of dollars it would take to retrieve it. I barely had enough money to buy myself a bite to eat. I could hear the whispers of the enemy louder now, "You are not financially ready for this trip."
But then the Lord provided. He has blessed me with a loving boyfriend who willingly took the shot for me, with no expectation of reimbursement. I could feel the burden removed from my shoulders.
Wednesday night brought with it it's own set of troubles. As I stood with Nathan and two close friends anticipating the entertainment of U2 at their 360 Tour, I began to feel dizzy. As my body dropped and everything faded away, the whispers of the enemy were becoming all too clear - "You are not physically ready for this trip."
But then the Lord stepped in. I was aided by the medical team and was found to be dehydrated. Thankfully, I was not severely dehydrated (i.e. nauseous) and all I needed was some water.
The next day - only 5 days from my trip - I looked at my budget and my funds to see that I would need more than I anticipated. This was no longer a simple financial worry, it was affecting my spiritual readiness. My thoughts were not focused on the goodness of the Lord; I was allowing my troubles to drown me in anxiety. My prayers were more so, "Are you going to provide, Lord?", rather than loud proclamations of, "You promise to be faithful. I trust in you." The whispers of the enemy were beginning to be truth to my ears - "You are not spiritually ready for this trip."
But then the Lord's embrace met me. An anonymous letter had been sitting on my kitchen table for the last 24 hours, brought in from the mail, but temporarily overlooked. I believe overlooked because the Lord knew that I needed it most at that moment. Upon opening it $100 fell out of the envelope and tears streamed from my eyes. The whispers of the enemy were now a distant memory; the Lord's faithfulness was constant.
I see God's fingerprints all over this trip. He is quick to remind me of his love for me when I feel weak. He has been gracious to refocus my gaze from those things that I thought I could control to the ability of my Savior to provide. The last two years of preparing for this trip - the doors that shut, the people I came in contact with, the time that I could say nothing, but "Your will, God", the faith built up inside me - has been so much more than I could have imagined. It has made me all the more grateful that I was not in control because I couldn't have fashioned this process to be nearly as beautiful as the Lord has shaped it to be.
With a remaining need of nearly $700, I found myself beginning to wonder if I would be able to cover for all my needs, as well as some of the requests of the school. Although I was hesitant, I was trying my best to walk out my last 10 days home with the greatest amount of faith I could. It was Monday of last week that my finances began to shake my faith. Everything was a dollar sign; my food, my gas, the clothes I wore, my medication, my vaccinations. All I could think was "How can I get more money?"
But then the Lord revealed himself to me. The medication I thought would be $400 was now only costing me $40.
Then, Wednesday came around. This was the day I parked my car in a non-parking lane. May I point out that the non-parking times existing only on that day for 3 hours? May I also point out that I parked right in front of the sign that stated this? I felt so foolish. I felt irresponsible and completely weary. I needed my car, but I did not have the hundreds of dollars it would take to retrieve it. I barely had enough money to buy myself a bite to eat. I could hear the whispers of the enemy louder now, "You are not financially ready for this trip."
But then the Lord provided. He has blessed me with a loving boyfriend who willingly took the shot for me, with no expectation of reimbursement. I could feel the burden removed from my shoulders.
Wednesday night brought with it it's own set of troubles. As I stood with Nathan and two close friends anticipating the entertainment of U2 at their 360 Tour, I began to feel dizzy. As my body dropped and everything faded away, the whispers of the enemy were becoming all too clear - "You are not physically ready for this trip."
But then the Lord stepped in. I was aided by the medical team and was found to be dehydrated. Thankfully, I was not severely dehydrated (i.e. nauseous) and all I needed was some water.
The next day - only 5 days from my trip - I looked at my budget and my funds to see that I would need more than I anticipated. This was no longer a simple financial worry, it was affecting my spiritual readiness. My thoughts were not focused on the goodness of the Lord; I was allowing my troubles to drown me in anxiety. My prayers were more so, "Are you going to provide, Lord?", rather than loud proclamations of, "You promise to be faithful. I trust in you." The whispers of the enemy were beginning to be truth to my ears - "You are not spiritually ready for this trip."
But then the Lord's embrace met me. An anonymous letter had been sitting on my kitchen table for the last 24 hours, brought in from the mail, but temporarily overlooked. I believe overlooked because the Lord knew that I needed it most at that moment. Upon opening it $100 fell out of the envelope and tears streamed from my eyes. The whispers of the enemy were now a distant memory; the Lord's faithfulness was constant.
I see God's fingerprints all over this trip. He is quick to remind me of his love for me when I feel weak. He has been gracious to refocus my gaze from those things that I thought I could control to the ability of my Savior to provide. The last two years of preparing for this trip - the doors that shut, the people I came in contact with, the time that I could say nothing, but "Your will, God", the faith built up inside me - has been so much more than I could have imagined. It has made me all the more grateful that I was not in control because I couldn't have fashioned this process to be nearly as beautiful as the Lord has shaped it to be.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Supplies
Dear Friends,
I am in need of your help! As many of you know, I am leaving for Zambia in just 5 days. Bonnie was asking for a few things for herself and the school. If you have any of these items you'd like to donate, or even a small monetary donation, it would be greatly appreciated, not only by me, but also by Bonnie and the children of Ndola, Zambia! :)
■how to draw books for kids
■how to make paper airplanes for kids
■pencils
■early reader books (K-1)
■math activity books
■learning to read books/phonics books
■flash cards, activity books, and charts
■math aids: charts for multiplication, division, fractions and anything else you think would be helpful
■science charts: Parts of a plant, phonics, a labeled picture of the heart that is elementary level and any other science charts
■candles(small votive)
■aa, aaa batteries
■canvas tote bag
■blank note cards for giving out notes of encouragement
■ankle socks
■ground coffee
■propel, crystal light packets
■leggings and tights (multiple colors)
If you have any of these, please contact me as soon as possible, seeing that I am leaving in less than a week! Thank you SO much!
I am in need of your help! As many of you know, I am leaving for Zambia in just 5 days. Bonnie was asking for a few things for herself and the school. If you have any of these items you'd like to donate, or even a small monetary donation, it would be greatly appreciated, not only by me, but also by Bonnie and the children of Ndola, Zambia! :)
■how to draw books for kids
■how to make paper airplanes for kids
■pencils
■early reader books (K-1)
■math activity books
■learning to read books/phonics books
■flash cards, activity books, and charts
■math aids: charts for multiplication, division, fractions and anything else you think would be helpful
■science charts: Parts of a plant, phonics, a labeled picture of the heart that is elementary level and any other science charts
■candles(small votive)
■aa, aaa batteries
■canvas tote bag
■blank note cards for giving out notes of encouragement
■ankle socks
■ground coffee
■propel, crystal light packets
■leggings and tights (multiple colors)
If you have any of these, please contact me as soon as possible, seeing that I am leaving in less than a week! Thank you SO much!
Monday, June 20, 2011
$400 to $40
When I thought the Lord had outdone himself already (by providing my anti-malaria pills for $140), he decided to show me in an even greater way his love and providence over this trip. Here I am purchasing my pills for ONLY $40. =)
Over the Span of 30 Minutes
~Isaiah 25:1
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Why a Blog?
This blog has been created to inform you of an exciting opportunity that I have this summer. I will be traveling to Ndola, Zambia from June 29 until August 4 to work alongside established missionaries at Lighthouse Christian School, a ministry established in 2005 by Wilbroad and Zicky Chanda with the help of Covenant Mercies. With the loving servant’s heart of both the Chanda’s and Covenant Mercies, children from the communities of Chipuliksu and Nkwazi - two sprawling slums on the outskirts of town – are brought together in the classroom with children from Ndola's middle class. By doing this, they are ultimately seeking to inspire the students to “defy the stigma that weighs so heavily on kids growing up in slums and keeps them trapped in multi-generational cycles of poverty” (http://www.covenantmercies.org/).
This opportunity is very special to me because it represents the Lord's answer to a desire that I have had for some time to serve children in underprivileged conditions abroad. This dream arose when visiting the orphanage Rancho3m in Mexico during my junior year of high school. Over the last few years, I have been seeking out opportunities to turn this dream into reality. I am encouraged that the Lord knows the desires of our heart and "will grant [our] heart’s desire and not withhold the request of [our] lips" (Psalm 21:2). Since the Lord has given me this desire, I have been pursuing an opportunity to work once again with missionaries serving in this capacity.
In the midst of praying for an opportunity to serve, Bonnie Sherer, an admirable woman of God from my church, Sovereign Grace Church, connected with Lighthouse Christian School in Ndola, Zambia. She too has had the desire to serve children since a young age. It has been a joy to watch the Lord faithfully provide for her and grant her the desires of her heart as she humbly serves Him. She has recently made the sacrifice of moving to Zambia to teach the children at Lighthouse Christian School.
As I heard the inspirational mission of Lighthouse Christian School and followed Bonnie’s blog, I sought out the possibility to visit Bonnie and serve alongside her. With much joy, I received confirmation from Bonnie and the Chanda’s to come and visit this summer! With faith, I step out trusting that the Lord has big plans for me this summer. While at the Lighthouse Christian School, I plan on serving alongside Bonnie in whatever capacity she needs. Specifically, I will assist in the classroom and also with some after-school tutoring. I may also be a part of the literacy program for the parents and guardians of the children. Many parents live in the slums and do not know how to read themselves, which complicates their children's education. I will also serve the church by being a part of the Mercy Ministry Team by serving on a street Kid-Feeding Program.
I am in need of your support. More than anything, I am aware of my inability to do this on my own. First, would you please come alongside me in prayer for God’s providence over this trip and more than anything for the children of Lighthouse Christian School? Pray for their salvation and for the joy of the Lord to fill their precious hearts. Second, would you please consider supporting me financially? I am still in need of nearly $1,500. I have acquired the funds for my flight to Zambia, my shots and my Visa. I am still in the process of gathering support for my daily living - food and transportation. My hope is that I will be able to bless the school with a financial donation outside of my traveling expenses. Left to myself, this is impossible. I am full of faith that God will provide all of this and more. I am confident that God is able and willing. If you would be willing to partner with me as a prayer partner and/or financially, would you let me know by contacting me via e-mail (mckenzie.harrod@gmail.com).
As I plan for my trip, as well as while I'm in Zambia and after I return home, I would like to keep you informed. Please check out Bonnie’s blog (http://bonnieinzambia.blogspot.com/) to get a taste of what I will be experiencing. Also, feel free to check out the growth of the school (http://www.covenantmercies.org/index.php?pID=630). Thank you for your prayers and financial support.
This opportunity is very special to me because it represents the Lord's answer to a desire that I have had for some time to serve children in underprivileged conditions abroad. This dream arose when visiting the orphanage Rancho3m in Mexico during my junior year of high school. Over the last few years, I have been seeking out opportunities to turn this dream into reality. I am encouraged that the Lord knows the desires of our heart and "will grant [our] heart’s desire and not withhold the request of [our] lips" (Psalm 21:2). Since the Lord has given me this desire, I have been pursuing an opportunity to work once again with missionaries serving in this capacity.
In the midst of praying for an opportunity to serve, Bonnie Sherer, an admirable woman of God from my church, Sovereign Grace Church, connected with Lighthouse Christian School in Ndola, Zambia. She too has had the desire to serve children since a young age. It has been a joy to watch the Lord faithfully provide for her and grant her the desires of her heart as she humbly serves Him. She has recently made the sacrifice of moving to Zambia to teach the children at Lighthouse Christian School.
As I heard the inspirational mission of Lighthouse Christian School and followed Bonnie’s blog, I sought out the possibility to visit Bonnie and serve alongside her. With much joy, I received confirmation from Bonnie and the Chanda’s to come and visit this summer! With faith, I step out trusting that the Lord has big plans for me this summer. While at the Lighthouse Christian School, I plan on serving alongside Bonnie in whatever capacity she needs. Specifically, I will assist in the classroom and also with some after-school tutoring. I may also be a part of the literacy program for the parents and guardians of the children. Many parents live in the slums and do not know how to read themselves, which complicates their children's education. I will also serve the church by being a part of the Mercy Ministry Team by serving on a street Kid-Feeding Program.
I am in need of your support. More than anything, I am aware of my inability to do this on my own. First, would you please come alongside me in prayer for God’s providence over this trip and more than anything for the children of Lighthouse Christian School? Pray for their salvation and for the joy of the Lord to fill their precious hearts. Second, would you please consider supporting me financially? I am still in need of nearly $1,500. I have acquired the funds for my flight to Zambia, my shots and my Visa. I am still in the process of gathering support for my daily living - food and transportation. My hope is that I will be able to bless the school with a financial donation outside of my traveling expenses. Left to myself, this is impossible. I am full of faith that God will provide all of this and more. I am confident that God is able and willing. If you would be willing to partner with me as a prayer partner and/or financially, would you let me know by contacting me via e-mail (mckenzie.harrod@gmail.com).
As I plan for my trip, as well as while I'm in Zambia and after I return home, I would like to keep you informed. Please check out Bonnie’s blog (http://bonnieinzambia.blogspot.com/) to get a taste of what I will be experiencing. Also, feel free to check out the growth of the school (http://www.covenantmercies.org/index.php?pID=630). Thank you for your prayers and financial support.
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