14 June 2016

Yes - going back

I wish we had time to sit down face to face, to be better able to share our hearts for the people of Zambia and the work you are enabling us to do through your partnership.

I would show you pictures of maize grown using methods taught in Foundations for Farming that surpassed any natural expectation and how teaching those methods can transform lives and communities.

I would share the story of Lisa, a fifty year old widow in Makalulu, the largest slum compound of Zambia.  Community volunteers shared the good news of Christ while tending to her physical, emotional and spiritual needs.  Though her body was ravaged by HIV/AIDS when we visited, the joy of the Lord filled her tiny living space.

Not long after our visit, Lisa went home to meet Jesus. Saddened that we could no longer spend time with her we still rejoiced in her homecoming, a victory that would not have been possible without community outreach.

If we were sitting sharing a cup of coffee or tea you would be able to see the passion in our eyes and hear it in voices that don’t quite translate to paper. We know we have been chosen and we are returning to Zambia to continue the work we have been called to. The needs are enormous and our hands are small, but we serve a mighty God who can work wonders through our limitations.

We would love to have you standing with us again through this next leg of the journey as we are entering into exciting, busy and challenging times.

Our current needs include not only our personal support but funding of the Foundations for Farming ministry that Rick is establishing.  If you have any questions, please ask. We love talking about what God is doing.

More importantly, would you continue to pray with and for us?  It is the prayers of God’s people that make all things possible.



 

12 June 2016

no words

I have not words
but perhaps
there have already been 
too many spoken
or typed
sent flying 
via anti-social media

this may well be
a time for the silence
of mourning and regret

or the wailing lament
that goes beyond words
a weeping song
that only the Spirit knows

So too the [Holy] Spirit comes to our aid and bears us up in our weakness; for we do not know what prayer to offer nor how to offer it worthily as we ought, but the Spirit Himself goes to meet our supplication and pleads in our behalf with unspeakable yearnings and groanings too deep for utterance. Romans 8:26 Amplified

 

08 June 2016

home where?

last night
as we drove 
towards our home
that isn't
home
but for a little while
a reminder of glory
filled the skies
as if He said
home here
home there
home only where I Am
and something settled
deep
new layers of
letting go

Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,
    and their words to all the world.
God has made a home in the heavens for the sun.
 

28 May 2016

pre-spin prayers

from home
suitcases rest on the spare bed
almost packed
refrigerator is empty
our minds are buzzing
as last minute farewells
blessings and prayers
pour in via text 
Facebook and WhatsApp

life is about to spin
as we leave our home
to visit the home we left
to live in the house
that is still ours
to home
how familiar 
will those walls feel
now?
how unfamiliar
will we seem
to those waiting
to greet us?

help me remember
where to hold 
one hand only
provides my stability

the road is His
as am I

For I hold you by your right hand—
    I, the Lord your God.
And I say to you,
    ‘Don’t be afraid. I am here to help you.

 

21 May 2016

damp eyed evening

I am soft
melted this evening
thoughts drifting north
across miles
and mindsets
eight more sleeps
until we take wing
nostalgia is thick
as I listen to
Oh Canada
with tears brimming
almost close enough
to taste maple on my tongue

three months from now
will I repeat this 
in reverse
facing our African return?

split lives
yet let my heart beat
an undivided rhythm
only His

Teach me your way, Lord,
    that I may rely on your faithfulness;
give me an undivided heart,
    that I may fear your name.
 

20 May 2016

day of work and water

We drove the dusty roads to Katuba village where smiling children and a broken bore hole awaited. Our water man got busy fixing the problem 
 while we joined the children gathering in one small classroom.  They were packed in close, for space is limited.  They listened quiet and wide eyed to the story of Jesus calming the storm, rescuing his friends and disciples who were certain they were perishing.  When asked who wanted Jesus to be their best friend, hands all over the room flew straight up into the air.
Back outside, water poured fast and clear from the repaired bore hole, so it was time to move on.
The trip to Chibanga village was slow over rutted and barely accessible roads, arriving later than we intended, both work and ministry began again.

Another school, desperately needing more classrooms and teachers, filled with young hearts who listened well.
The bore hole here hadn't functioned for more than a month, forcing a long trek to the stream to haul water.  Our worker not only skilfully solved the problem, but taught those helping him with a quiet patience rarely seen.
As the children prayed and surrendered their lives to Jesus, living water filled the overcrowded classroom.  They moved out with joy to scatter across the soccer field.

Close to sunset, the new pipes were set in the Chibanga bore hole. Almost afraid nothing would happen, the pump handle was moved, up and down numerous times until water flowed freely.

Packing up in the settling darkness, we rejoiced in another day of allowing ourselves to be Jesus in flesh, loving as He loves.

And He said to them, Why are you timid and afraid, O you of little faith? 
Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, 
and there was a great and wonderful calm (a perfect peaceableness). 
 

17 May 2016

walk softly

we ambled up the road today
from the house
to the nursery
to capture flora and fauna
in pixels
and I was captivated
by footprints
left in the sandy
impressionable dirt

was it perhaps 
our homeward journey
swiftly approaching
that alerted my eye?

a reminder 
to tread softly
to take each step 
with Kingdom purpose

I promise you what I promised Moses: 
‘Wherever you set foot, you will be on land I have given you
 
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