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.

Friday, April 10, 2015


Psalm 107:35
"He turneth the wilderness into a standing water, 
and dry ground into watersprings."

As you know, dry season was a hard time.
Farmer's fields were catching fire.
That fire would burn all of the grass they needed to feed thier cattle.
Times of drought and dryness seem hopeless.
Everyday, you find yourself peering up at the sky 
wondering if the Lord will send the rain "today".

In November the rains should come, but November came and went.
We hoped that December would bring the hard rains and
yet it only brought a few showers.

By January, we were still only having light showers,
but thankful for every drop of rain.

I thought about the many blessing that the Lord gives us.
We should be thankful for the small things, 
not just for the large showers of blessings that God gives us.

After all, big or small, they are all gifts from the Lord.

Even though we have not had enough rain 
and rainy season is supposed to be over,
God continues to send those small showers to sustain us 
through the dry times.

Psalm 63:1-8 
1 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: 
my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee 
in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
 2 To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
 3 ¶ Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee.
 4 Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.
 5 My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; 
and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:
 6 When I remember thee upon my bed, 
and meditate on thee in the night watches.
 7 ¶ Because thou hast been my help, 
therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
 8 My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Health Update: On the Road called RECOVERY

Went back to the doctor for a checkup today and he said I have alot of scar tissue from the infection. Also put me on a homeopathic to strengthen my blood and to help build my immune system. Still very tired. He says it will take a while to get back to "normal". I cannot tell you what it means to have prayer warriors. Being on the mission field away from family and friends helps you to see how God brings people around you to help and how He uses people from afar to pray.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Health Update & Dr Office Photos

I want to thank the Lord that I am not in the pain that I was in last Saturday.  
He has brought my body from a place of emergency with an infection that was taking over  the body and quickly turning life threatening, to a place or stability.
No, I am not 100 % better.  
It will take weeks to get back to "normal".  
The infection sight has decreased from the size of a tennis ball to the size of a gumball, 
but my lymphnodes are still swollen and causing pain
(which is a sign that my body is still working overtime to fight off infection). 
The Doc has given me another round of antibiotics,
 in hopes of preventing the infection from coming back full force.  
I greatly appreciate your prayers.

For those of you who are curious, I took a few pictures of the Dr. Office that I go to.

The building to the left is my Dr's Office
This is the view of the entrance from my car on the street.

When you come in, you go to the desk and write your name on a piece of cardboard (from a cereal box), and then the woman takes it to the doctor to write on.  As you can see from the box in front of her, they saw many patients that day.

When I am called, I walk back this hallway.
This lady cleans everyday and wanted me to take her picture too.
Here is the bed that I lay on for my IV antibiotic injections.  This past week I had to have 1 IV & 1 IM injection everyday.  The antibiotic for the IV injection is painful and very strong and has to be administered over a 10 minute period.
 That is, after they find a new vein to puncture - fun!
This is the nurse (or as they call her here "the Sister") who gave the IM injections and assisted the Dr. with the IV injections.  My doctor is a very humble man and was camera shy.  I praise the Lord for his knowledge of medicine and for his hard work attending to all of the sick, feeble, and diseased people in Kabwe.
 I honestly do not know I would have done without him.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Going to the hospital

Just a quick update for all of you.
This morning I will be leaving for the hospital.
A terrible staph infection has set into my body causing unbearable pain and fever.
After seeing our town doctor and receiving antibiotics and pain killers; it has only spread, rather than getting better.
It is about a 2 1/2 hr drive to the hospital.
Praise the Lord for people from church who have volunteered to drive me.
Please pray that the doctors will know how to treat it appropriately and that the infection will spread no further.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Inciwa- Free Meals for Everyone !

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

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

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

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

Pile of dead inswa.

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

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

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

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

Friday, February 20, 2015

A Birthday for Everyone

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

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

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

TWO- we are 2 years old.

FOUR- I am 4 years old.

THREE- We are 3 years old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then we sang "Happy Birthday"...

...and blew out all the candles.

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

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

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

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

Monday, February 16, 2015

Spider, Spider,.....

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

I knew it!

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

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