Friday, June 22, 2012

Days like pearls, slipping off of a string..

The road to Gabs... this is pretty much
what it looks like, give or take 
a few donkeys, goats, chickens
An evening visitor



A new necklace from Zim
(I love zebras!)


Evening traffic in Gaborone
(Rush hour stinks)


I desperately needed a bookshelf
so I 'built' one. :) 
(Empty boxes and a piece of fabric!)

Coffee from Wimpy's --
It's not *too* bad ;)

"Fabric Paradise"
Gaborone

Cooler days call for warm hats
and boots!


Happy Birthday to Me! (Pt 1)


Happy Birthday to Me! (Pt 2)
I know, I'm so spoiled!
Another visitor... we get lots of drop-in guests!

I think it's so funny that they call 
chicken feet stew "Runaways"

Back home with my birds after spending
several nights in Gabs


I made a friend on the bus home


Lilac-breasted Roller
(National bird of Botswana)

We see hundreds of these
during the dry season!


Came home to a new shoot on my orchid.
I'm convinced that these plants thrive
best when you just ignore them. :)


1 free Saturday + 1 pot melted chocolate =
Wonderful relaxing afternoon
Happy Father's Day!

African Road Hazard

I love having a brother who bakes


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Thursday, June 21, 2012

Grocery Shopping in Africa

I read several blogs from expat ladies all over Africa - missionaries, wives of government workers, doctors, etc. I find them fascinating because even though Africa is such a large place (I've shown you this graphic before, right?), there are many similarities that we find from country to country. Grocery shopping is one such trial that seems to be common across the continent for us Americans living away from home.

This morning, as I perused through a cookbook entitled Wild Boar on the Kitchen Floor (linked to from another blog I read based in Senegal), I realized that much has changed for us here in Botswana, just compared to the first trip we took here in 2009.

Back then, we had two main grocery stores in town and countless little corner shops. Now we have three main groceries and even more little corner shops. Even better, now we have been around long enough to know where we need to go to look for certain items... I think that, more than anything, has made all the difference.

For instance, when we officially moved here in 2010, I began looking for dog treats. Now where would you look for dog treats? The grocery store, perhaps? How about the hardware store, the security store, the farm supply store, the animal feed store, the pet store, the veterinary clinic, the home goods store, the plant nursery, the dog breeder? All of these are viable options and a good place to look for said dog treats when the grocery store doesn't have them. However, *finding* these stores proved to be a challenge - even finding out if they existed in Francistown! There are no yellow pages, no business directory, and even though there is the Industrial side of town, there is no guarantee that all such stores will be located there. Many are in residential areas or the most unlikely of places. Now you can see why it is just easier to make your own, because such a search could take days and days with no guarantee you will find what you are looking for. ;) I'm happy to report that our grocery store now sells dog treats! But multiply that by whole lists of things we needed to find when we first moved here, and you can see how overwhelming such a task can be.

Back then (the first trip in 2009), the biggest store where we did most of our shopping had a cheese section that boasted 4 items - blocks of mozzarella, blocks of cheddar, slices of processed cheese, and containers of cream cheese spread (a good substitute in baking, but not at all like the real thing). You weren't guaranteed that they would have any of these things - often they would go out of stock for weeks at a time. Now the grocery down the road has a whole four-foot section of their refrigerator dedicated to the cheeses. You can buy such a great variety of cheeses, and yet it seems that the one you are looking for will always be the one they don't have. One thing we tell ourselves often, "If you see something you want, buy two of it now because you never know when you'll see it again!"

So in perusing through the Wild Boar cookbook, I saw lots of tricks that I already knew (draining yogurt to make 'sour cream') and saw lots of tricks that I want to try. Cream seems to be one thing that we very rarely find here, and when we do find it, particularly in the long-life boxes, we buy a lot of it to stock up! (I will note that when our Alaska friends were here, coffee snobs that they are ;), I was shocked that there was always cream on hand for their coffee. They must have been praying for it and then stopped once they left, because as soon as they were gone, we didn't see it for months!) Once again, we are out of cream as are all the grocery stores, so I'm looking for some good substitutions to try.

But the cookbook also made me so thankful that we do have the availability that we have here and that things are improving by the month! New stores opening up, greater selection in items and produce, Francistown is growing and changing! I know there are many places in Africa that still have trouble just getting refrigeration, so we are definitely blessed that we can either get or make just about everything we need or want AND that we have a refrigerator, freezer, and canning capabilities to help preserve our supplies as long as possible.

It is amazing how your perspective changes over time, however. I remember in the States when we used to joke about "every time we go to Walmart, they're always out of something that you need". And now that happens to us every time we go anywhere. The times where we've gone to the store with a list and found every single item on that list?... well, those have been rare times indeed. Maybe three times in the last two years? :)

Monday, June 18, 2012

Winter is here

Our days are steadily getting cooler as we move into the dry, winter season. The nights are downright chilly, making me reach for a sweater or jacket when the sun goes down. The sun still shines hot and bright each day, however, so sweating is not completely done with for the year.

I've always like the thought of cozying up for winter... bunkering down with warm blankets, hot drinks, and lots of good reading material. This year is no exception, although it is promising to be a busy winter with a couple groups scheduled to come. (Well, one here right now and another scheduled within a few weeks.)

It makes me so happy each evening as I head to my room for the night. I can smell the wood smoke heavy on the air, feel the breeze coming in my open window, and don't feel bad lighting some candles for ambiance. These are the evenings of fuzzy socks and blankets, sipping hot chocolate (made up my own mix with some spicy cayenne and ginger!), and settling in with a good book.

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I wrote the above several weeks ago just as the weather was starting to turn cooler, and I think I can safely say that we are in the middle of winter now! The group that was here has gone, and we are getting ready for that second group within a week's time. The wood smoke heavy on the air isn't just coming from neighbors, but now from our own chimney as we light a fire nearly every evening to take the chill out of the air. If you've read here any length of time, then you've heard me wax eloquent before on African houses and their construction - the fact that they have very little insulation makes them like little ovens in the summer and little coolers in the winter.

As much as I am enjoying the cooler weather (it suits me quite fine!), I do feel sorry for those around me that are staying in their little shacks of mud or tin, many sleeping right on concrete floor with only a blanket for cover. I can't imagine how bone-chilling the winter must be for them. Sickness runs rampant during these months, as many succumb to the 'flu' (the catch-all name for a myriad of ailments), coughing, sneezing, and generally just wanting to stay curled up at home rather than be out and about.

For us, we're rather snug in our little house here, burning our fire every evening, piling our beds with blankets and drinking lots and lots of tea and coffee. I still crack my window nearly every evening though... I just love the fresh, cool air - how refreshing!

I Hope So!

In case you missed it, from this month's Grace & Honor...


When we use the word ‘hope’ today, we usually mean that we ‘wish very hard’ for something to happen, although you might have varying degrees of intensity to your wishing. “I hope it doesn’t rain.” “I hope they put chicken on sale.” “I hope to get married one day.” 
The Bible use of the word ‘hope’, however, is vastly different. Hope in the Bible is the same as expectation or assurance, knowing that something is going to happen. It isn’t just a strong wishing, and hoping that by mere wishing you will force something to happen. No, it includes a knowledge of the past character of the One in whom you hope and an assurance that they will act in the same manner going forward into the future.

Continue reading....

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

These Days

The start of something beautiful -
Grandma's Hot Fudge


Catanerating
(On a Christmas tablecloth)


A good day to wear stripes



Carnage from a day in the print shop



A new teapot


Bush tea and chocolate pie

With my friend, Senziwe


Metsef Post Boxes



Everybody loves a fuzzy blanket



Out for lunch (it was good)


How to tell when money has been in Zim




We played lots of games while 
the guys' group was here




Why does everyone think it is so funny
when I sleep on my back?



Did you know giraffes are so perfectly
camouflaged, you could drive by and
never even know he was there?

Lunch time for Baby David


Coffee from Zim <3


The 'original' toasted orange sandwich



Grace with her course certificate



Just waitin' for a taxi


Mother's Day posies for my Momma


Still harvesting buckets of tomatoes
and carrots from the garden


Conveniently packaged chicken manure -
priced to move!


My little buddy is back from school



Why do late Friday nights almost always
result in impulse bang trims?


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Monday, May 21, 2012

Fear VS Faith

This morning, I read again the story of the resurrection, looking at Mary Magdalene and the disciples and their reactions of unbelief at the risen Jesus. The truth that came through to me was this fact: fear paralyzes you. When you entertain fear, it has a way of filling up your mind and soul and taking over everything.

This past year, I have learned so much about fear and faith, security and trust. I’ll be the first to tell you that it has been a very hard lesson and one that I am still learning, every day. But the learning has been so sweet, and through it, I have found such a precious sweetness with my Savior.

It’s an interesting and exciting thing to pack up all your belongings and move across the world for an indefinite period of time. It’s another thing all together to have visas denied and feeling like you have nowhere to go. I’m still here and I’m still legal (it’s the little blessings that please me) but I know and have known that it is only a matter of time until I have to leave. My situation is just too odd and it often feels that no one wants to make the effort to help us out. It is actually much more complicated than that, and we have made many mistakes along the way since we aren’t familiar with this governmental system, but you can sum it up by saying that I just have a very odd case. (Whoever heard of a 26-year-old, mentally stable and well-educated, choosing to live with her parents with no income of her own? Apparently that makes everyone suspicious.)

When I’m trusting and I’m secure in the knowledge that it is never wrong to trust an unknown future to known God, everything is fine. I’m enjoying the days that I have here while equally anticipating going back to my home country.

But when darkness comes and questions surround and I really don’t have the answers, it is easy to fall into a slippery hole of fear. Just what am I going to do? I’ll admit that I get a little frightened when I start thinking about everything I would have to put into place to move back to the States and support myself. I know I could do it, I can see that end goal, and yet all the little unknown steps in between are what frightens me. When I let the fear get a tiny little toehold in my mind, the questions begin to flood and I just don’t have any answers right now.

The truth is that even if I had to leave today, I have a few different options of places I could stay until I got on my feet. I have lots of friends and family that would be there to help me out and make sure I was okay.

The truth is that I KNOW God has something for me, He just hasn’t chosen to show me yet. It’s possible that this very path of uncertainty and feeling like I’m always one step away from deportation is exactly where He wants me to be – that He has some person for us to meet so that we can share the Gospel with them. I can be certain that He has allowed all this for a reason, and He knows the next thing that I am to do.

What I would like is for the future to be laid out like a carpet, where I can look from above and see it clearly marked out for me. Then I could make plans, and that is what my security-loving heart is craving. Oh, sometimes it seems to burn within me – I just want to know the next step so I can make some plans! Instead, I sometimes feel like I am walking through a dense forest, and it takes so much concentration to not trip over these roots and slide down this slope, that I can’t even look ahead and see if I’m headed for a mountain or a valley.

Every day, it’s a choice for me… am I going to fear or have faith? If I allow fear to come, even for just a moment, it has a way of ruining the day! “Perfect love casteth out fear.” I know that God loves me, and just that knowledge casts out the fear that can be wrapped up in an unknown future.

And honestly? It’s awesome to be here. I live in Africa, folks! I meet some of the most amazing and interesting people, I get to spend my time doing things that I love, I get to be a help to my parents’ ministry, and I’m just enjoying every single day I get to be here. Though some days are harder than others, and there are some days when I just want to board the next plane back to the good ole’ US of A, I know that I’m going to miss this all one day. Living here has changed me.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Just Today

It's Tuesday, a nondescript day towards the middle of a week that is just busy with everyday tasks.

I'm sitting here in my gray hoodie, my favorite one, enjoying the chance to wear it yet again. The weather has been growing cooler in the evenings - good sleeping weather, you might call it. Today I pulled out my duvet filler to insert into the cover, turning it from a 'sheet' to a warmer blanket. The insert was a little dusty from storage, so I washed it, dried it, fluffed it, sprayed it with lavender, then wrestled with it for fifteen minutes trying to insert it into the cover. (Have you ever done that before? Such a frustrating task...) Then I realized that it wasn't the queen-sized insert for my bed, but the king-sized insert for my parent's bed. Oops. We'll try again tomorrow.

I love this time of year in Africa. Warm days, cool nights, good excuses to burn candles and bake things, but warm enough that you can still wear flip-flops. Such a lovely season!

We've had guests here the past few weeks (has it been a month already?), but they are leaving on Thursday. We're looking forward (well, at least I am ;) to a girls' group coming the end of June. They don't know what they're in for!

I'm taking each day one day at a time, just enjoying these moments here. I really don't know how much longer I will have here in this country, although we hope (and pray!) to have a more definitive answer within the next couple weeks.

I've learned a lot about myself these past few months. I notice that as much as I like being flexible and spur-of-the-moment, as much as I can be "it's all about the journey, not the destination", I really don't like it when I feel unprepared. I can take anything on, as long as I know that I have prepared sufficiently for any crisis. Ha! Even when we go away for just a night, I've learned there are certain things that should always be packed - a flashlight, something to eat, a full water bottle, instant coffee, extra contact solution, and bug spray. With those necessities safely stowed in my backpack, I'm ready for anything. But not knowing HOW to prepare... well, it makes me a little nervous. It's hard to mentally plan and prepare when I don't know how much longer I will be living here, or if I will be back in the States looking for work.

The Lord has been teaching me much about trust, leaning on Him, waiting, and expectations. As always, His lessons are always just what I need right where I am at. :) Maybe I will write more about that later.

And now I'm off to collate and staple some more Bible studies and write some emails, as soon as I make a nice cup of spicy hot chocolate. Happy Tuesday!

Thursday, May 03, 2012

This Week(ish) in Pics







Carmine Bee-Eater



A new blue mug



Granadilla



Sunset at Shashe



Relaxing at Shashe



She tries her hardest to live up to her ideal


From my front porch

No, she's not dead





Taxi Rank @ Gabs



Smoothie Bar @ Gabs




Queenie



African Miracle Centre




An improvisation of Pretzel "Kisses"



Turkish Coffee


Road Trip - Iced Coffee on the Go


My friend, Priscillah





Plum's the Word



An Evening of No Power



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