Baobab Trees

The Baobab tree is found all over Africa, but I gazed upon them the most while living in Malawi last year. Take a look and read for yourself the legends that follow them.

The Bushmen believed that the Baobab had offended God and, in revenge, God planted the tree upside down."

"Certainly, when winter comes, the Baobab resembles a mass of roots pointing towards the sky instead of being underground. The Baobab has been associated with many myths, mysteries and folklore. Even the flowers bloom at night. Bushmen believed that any person who plucks the flowers will be torn apart by lions, because there are spirits in the flowers. When water is drunk, in which the Baobab’s pips have been soaked, this serves as protection from crocodiles and the drinker will be mighty."


"The Baobab has a special role in Africa. Elephants, monkeys and baboons depend on its fruit (the vitamin C content of one fruit is the equivalent of 4 oranges); bats pollinate them by crashing into the flowers while chasing insects; bush babies also spread the pollen; the pollen can be used as glue; the seeds are rich in protein, calcium, oil and phosphates - they can also be roasted and ground like coffee beans; young leaves have a high calcium content and can be used as spinach; the trunk is fibrous and can be woven into rope mats and paper; beer and tea can be made from the bark, but you need a strong constitution to drink either."

Footprints on my Heart

The prayer and song of my heart in Africa, USA and beyond...

You[God} lived among the least of these
The weary and the weak
And it would be a tragedy for me to turn away.


All my needs you have supplied.
When I was dead you gave me life.
How could I not give it away so freely?


And I'll follow you into the homes that are broken.
Follow you into the world.
Meet the needs for the poor and the needy God.
Follow you into the World.

Use my hands, use my feet
To make your kingdom come
Through the corners of the earth
Until your work is done
'Cause Faith without works is dead
And on the cross your blood was she'd
So how could I not give it away so freely?



I give all myself.
I give all myself
I give all myself... to you.

my latest favorite song by Leeland:"Follow you"

PORK HERDING

What can I say?
Daily chores and To Do List's in Africa just don't compare to those I have in North America.
It was here in Malawi where we were to transfer a few pigs out of one pin and into another.

Easier said than done.



We were running, jumping, and shouting at the pigs in hopes of getting them to listen to our commands and return them to a safe and controlled environment.



Again all I can say is "Easier said than done."



At last, after much time passed us by, we managed to complete the task at hand and get each pig, one-by-one into his/her new pin. It was comical then, and still makes me chuckle when reflecting back to that day in Chipoka Malawi.

AFRICAN SAFARI

Enjoy a few snap shots of the wildlife we see in the land of Africa. Not one of these animals lives in 'my' back yard, but they are found through out the nations in Africa.

Of course I love you

I STILL LOVE YOU



Even though the Lord has placed thousands of miles between us..
I STILL LOVE YOU!



Even though your dirty hands and sick bodies were contagious...
I STILL LOVE YOU!



Even though I can only PRAY and DREAM of you...
I STILL LOVE YOU!



Even though our hugs and new memories have been cut off...
I STILL LOVE YOU!



Even though I miss you laughter and silly faces...
I STILL LOVE YOU!

September Personal update

It's been awhile since I sent out an update regarding my parents, return trip to Africa, and other personal tid-bits. I'll try to keep this short and sweet.

As for Africa and my partnership with Teen Missions International. I met with the directors of Teen Missions Int'l last weekend and a decision has been made. "Career Missions" is in (my past) not present or near future. I'm choosing to stay in the (States) and continue helping my family as needs arise and Teen Missions supports that decision.

I've been stateside for 6 months and God has finally brought my heart back to America and opened many new doors of ministry here, in my back yard. I've been able to help with some refugee relocation ministries and homeless shelters as well as other high school weekly outreaches. As I've always said. "Your mission field is outside your bedroom window." That just so happens to be near Dayton Ohio again and I'm truly excited to be His hands and feet here!

A short term missions trip to Zambia would be a dream come true in the next year. I'd like to have some "closure", hug a few more familiar faces, and grab a few personal items that were left behind in storage. The money that was I was able to fund raise (for Teen Missions) will be in an account (on hold) for that future trip. Time shall tell when or if that will work out.

My mom is healing, slowly. Her metal fixator and rods have been removed, and a new "walking boot" has taken it's place. She is still on crutches and will be for awhile. I'm still her personal driver, each day as she is back to work (a few hours a day). There is a good chance she'll need a joint replacement in her big toe (in the next 6-8) months. For now they're allowing the new bone to heal and grow before making that decision. Only time will tell.

Dad is still having good days and bad:( All we can do is take life one day at a time and be thankful for each passing day. He's doing some new I.V. treatment this week that is really intense. Again, time will tell.

We're still trying to sell (their) house, but no offers- as of yet. We're in the middle of remodeling the kitchen, with hopes of that being a selling point... TIME will tell.

I'm looking to start massage again. Not a full business, more on-site, evenings and word of mouth referrals. We'll see what the Lord does in that area as time passes by.

My blog is still 'there',[ www.keishasuzanne.blogspot.com ] but I won't be keeping it up (like before). Africa is a reflection of the past, no longer a dream of the near future.

I hope this finds each of you doing well. Fill me in and let me know how I can pray for each of YOU.

DISCLAIMER!

I'm sorry... that so many, if not all of (the stories below) are out of chronological order. They are TRUE stories, just not posted at the time of the event or when photographed.

Please Enjoy what you see and know that I love to share my heart and stories with you... even if it's a bit out of date.

Before you read on...

I've lived in Africa for the last two in a half years as a career missionary.

During a trip to the 'states' in March '09 we discovered my mom needed a major foot reconstructive operation. With a 24 hour flight departure (to Africa) nearly under way, I called the Non Profit I volunteer for (Teen Missions International) and told them I'd need to assist my mother until she can walk again. Only God knows when that will be.

I'm currently a full time care giver for my disabled parents and offering massage on the side (I was a L.M.T. for nearly 9 years prior to Africa).

I have no current plans to return to Africa in the near or distant future. My family and friends here in the states are the priority these days.

MUZUNGU’S MISSION

In Bemba (one) Bantu language of Zambia, a white person is called a “Muzungo”. And that, we were..

Four very WHITE girls trekking along the dirt trails of Benga, in search of “sweets (candy) and buns (bread)” and of course young bodies looking to receive hug and kiss.

Oh, the sweet fellowship I shared 'that' weekend with Ashley, Amanda, and Icie; three girls with a “servant” heart and desire to encourage and build one another up stronger and stronger.

ROOM FOR MORE

Give me your definition of personal space?
Go ahead, I’m waiting…
Okay, I’ll give you mine. Now do you want the former American definition, or my newly adapted third world culture definition?
Good answer. I’ll give the second one.

DEFINITION: Personal Space – “What’s yours - is mine”
Example: If you can sit there, I can too even if you don’t think I’ll fit… I will make a way and we’ll both enjoy the time “together”.

I’ve learned the American “I need room to breath and swing my elbows around” rule, and now I welcome the chance to have someone else’s sweat, tears, and blood become apart of my own, simply because there is no (room) to have our own.

Of course this photo doesn’t really express the ‘depth’ of how close we really can be in third world countries, but it gives the idea that in America a bike with “one” seat, is only made for one person. But around the world it means there is room for “many” more.

MORE THAN three dollars

"I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.

Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine.

I don't want enough of God to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant .

I want ecstasy, not transformation.

I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth.

I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack .

I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please"
- Wilbur Rees

** Why is it that so many "Christians" only want the least amount of God that they can get? What greater loss to settle for less of him. Oh the depth of selfishness that consumes the majority of us. We want enough GOD to make us look "GOOD" but not enough to take us out of our comfort zones. Lord help us all!

WHERES THE BEEF??

WHERE IS THE BEEF IN AFRICA YOU MAY ASK?

* Before you very own eyes.
* In the open air
* Welcoming the dust and debris which embeds itself upon it.
* Grazing outside your bedroom window.

* Feeding on a pile of 'trash'.
* Growing bacteria in the scorching heat of from the sun.


* Fighting to stay alive during "dry" season (skin and bones)


Welcome to my butcher shop and selection of beef. I do what I can to eat dehydrated soy pieces, eggs and other forms of protein, BUT If I'm served up a fresh piece of meat (Bones and all)... I pray long and hard over the "impurities" and chew quickly and gulp it down the hatch. Good thing I'm not a vegetarian, they'd never accept me as "one of their own" and they'd never understand the concept.

CHIPOKA CHORES

Some may refer to life as one big consequence, due to Karma, Luck and such. This is where we must agree to disagree. I believe my God is bigger than all of that and I put my faith, hope and Trust in him alone.

Ecclesiastes 3:11
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Not only was I raised on a farm, I was daddy’s baby girl and quite frankly I became a “Tom-boy” at very young age. Hence the nickname: “Keith-a”.
Although that season of life seems so distant and nearly forgotten, God allowed a little of my “Tom-boy-ness” to surface once again while living in Malawi earlier this year.

On the list of my daily chores I found the task of : “GOAT TAGGING”. What could this consist of I wondered? Little did I know what lie ahead of me…

I was the candidate chosen (and accepted the task) of manually forcing/ squeezing a large (green or white) plastic tag through the ¼ solid muscle and skin of 76 goats.

“AHHH!!” :0

Thanks to my assistants we were successful. Two BMW [Bible- Work-Missionary -Domiano and Matthews], & Icie [a short term volunteer] and myself attempted to step up to the plate and see what we could get done.

Not only did the four of us need to heard the goats from the pasture and into their pins (comical! I think you had to be there) we had to try and hold each goat down with our own bare hands while piercing their ear with a LARGE hole.

At times a goat would buck so hard we’d be thrown back and try a second time. I even found myself straddling the back of several goats in a SKIRT [Chatange] just to complete our duties.


Let me just say goats are STRONG and have a lot of adrenaline when it comes to “tagging”. Of course I would do all I could to escape the torment of a hole in my skin, muscle, cartilage, and even a blood vessel ever now and again. Yes, blood was dripping like a leaking faucet from many of them. OUCH!!!
The conclusion to this exhilarating farm chore… God knew what he was doing when placing me on a farm and equipping me with the skills needed to Tag 76 goats in the middle of Chipoka, Malawi.

PEDDLE THE TREDDLE

I think it’s safe to assume that the average American High School graduate completed a Home Economic course. (Maybe I’m wrong). As for myself I sat through many years of Home Economics. The basic theory behind the class was to educate the student on basic home skills. [Cooking, sewing, child care, budgeting, cleaning, etc...

I was fortunate enough to sew a stuffed soccer ball, boxers, and a simple dress over the duration of my classes. They were simple projects and yet I required much assistance from the teachers. You could say it didn’t come ‘natural’ for me.

My mom on the other hand was born with many ‘Becky-Home-Eke-’ skills and even created some of our clothes growing up, as well as an assortment of clothes for our babies and Barbie dolls. Needless to say, she was talented with the sewing machine and ‘still is’.

Finally the time had come when I had a chance to put my ‘basic’ sewing skills to use in Malawi. Most Teen Missions “Units” are provided with a treadle sewing machine to mend clothes, make school uniforms and other projects that arise from the base. Allenet, Charity, and I accept the task of making school uniforms for the girls of another Martine unit. We peddled and peddled our way to the completion of many uniforms, as well as improvising a few steps along the way. I can’t say I’m any more a natural than I was back in High School, but “practice makes perfect. “

MEET MOSES

I’d like for you to meet baby Moses and his mother. They are natives to the Benga region of Malawi. They are one of many fighting against the annual famine that sweeps through the country year after year.

Here sits a mother doing what she can to sell ground nuts (peanuts) at the local Sunday market hoping for enough revenue to provide at least a few meals for her family in the coming week. Some days she may succeed. Others may not leave her as blessed.


I personally took to her son quickly and I did what I could to speak Chichewa with her, trying to building all the trust I could so I could snuggle, cuddle and love all over her baby boy. The trust was built. And I eagerly sought her our each week. . Although there was a language minimal barrier, I’ve found that genuine LOVE & SMILES speak where words fail us.

Moses received his name after his mother begged me to take him “home” with me. She wanted her own flesh and blood to become the like Moses from the Bible. “She would nurse him a little while longer while I’d take him to my palace (as in the Bible) and give him a better life, one that she will only ever dream of.”

Although it wasn’t legal for me to pick up a child and carry him away(if only I could), I took many memories with me instead. Some that will haunt me for the rest of my years, and keep me on my knees praying for Moses and his mommy.

GOD SPEAKS - (through Clouds & Planes)

God is GREAT God is GOOD.

A marvelous trip to Michigan had come and gone and I was the one behind the wheel for the duration of our trip back to Ohio.

My parents were snoozing and I got swept away in the lyrics of some Christian worship music and deep heart prayer. I was in the zone. Praying with all my heart about the place I call home, Africa. I've been beyond home sick the last 2 weeks, shedding tears nearly every day and overwhelmed with the thoughts of who is still alive and who needs some embracing hugs and love. I know I do.

Than and there I look into the sky and found a perfect CROSS ahead of me. My heartache turned to joy as I knew God was speaking to me and giving me a 'sign' that he hears my cries for help and He is still on the throne ruling and reigning over ME and the rest of my loved ones and families in AFRICA. What a mighty God we serve.

The LONGEST I have ever:

- TALKED ON THE PHONE- : 8 HOURS

- SKYDIVE (Australia)– 14,000 FEET

- BUNGEE JUMP (South Africa)– 708 FEET

- ZIP LINE IN (Costa Rica) – 524FEET up to 40MPH

- SAT ON ONE FLIGHT – 23 HOURS

- DROVE MY CAR SOLO – (Ohio to California) 4 X

- RODE A MECHANICAL BULL (Mexico) – 8 SECONDS

- SLEPT ON A FLIGHT – 18 HOURS

- RAN ON FOOT – 26.2 MILES

- RODE IN THE BACK OF A POLICE CAR – 15MINUTES.

- CLIMBED ICE/ SNOW MOUNTAIN I CLIMBED (Mt. Shasta)– 14, 179 FEET

- RODE MY BIKE – 77 MILES

- HITCHED HIKED – DAYS ON END IN MOZAMBIQUE

BON VOYAGE...

Many a days I have spent living out my all time dream... Traveling to EACH and EVERY county of the world.
In 10 short years I've managed to receive VISA's from 28 out of 195 thus far.


Not only did my first Passport fill up and require more pages to be added, but finally my 10 year limit has expired and I applied for a new book of clean pages waiting to have a variety of color and culture stamped all over it.

A few of my favorite: Indonesia, Greece, Tanzania, Costa Rica, Sierra Leone... yet there are SO many that are breathtaking, sensational, and overwhelming to say the least.

7 SIGNS I’M CONVERTING INTO AN AFRICAN

1. I’m satisfied to wash my pots and pans or other kitchenware with sand and water only (no soap), scrubbing those clean in-between meals.

2. I choose a Mehuo over a Coke to drink. Mehuo’s are cloudy fruit flavored drinks with ground maize/corn and a (bit of sugar) I may be the only white girl that enjoys them.

3. I feel naked when wearing shorts (above my knees) around other westerners. You must cover your thighs in Africa… unless you work the street corners.

4. I’m more willing to hitch a ride in the back of a flat bed- over public transport or owning a vehicle

5. I crave boiled or grilled ‘field’ corn for a meal (no salt or butter)

6. I take advantage of the freedom to pick my nose in public and feel no shame or disgrace.

7. With out hesitation I’m happy to find a rank mud puddle to bath portions of my feet or hands when no other water options are available, dirty water is better than none.

RESCUE K.S.G – 9-1-1

In America we have rescue 9-1-1 for emergency assistance- usually medical. But here at Welman Family Rescue unit in Malawi we had Rescue Keisha Suzanne.

It’s the duty of (two Teen Missions facilitators) to tend to the needs of each orphan and guardian with in a 5km radius.

Wellman family rescue unit has just under 500 orphans registered, but more are added weekly.

With the ratio of 500 orphans to 2 facilitators you can imagine the demand for time and medicine treatment is nothing less than a full time job.

Through out the duration of my time in Malawi with Teen Missions Int'l, I did what I could to share the load of work and treat a few patents as they came seeking help.

One was a 3rd degree burn on a small boy. His mother found it best to cover the fresh burn with herbs and dirt (ouch!) So I insisted we soak his foot in a bucket to soften the skin and scab, than with a bristle brush I’d scrub all the herbs and dirt off until the raw skin was visible again. That’s when I placed honey on it as a natural medicine and layer of protection. No form of bacteria can live in the presence of honey as it is used in many forms of medical treatments around the world.

Burns cause dehydration on their own and I think I enhanced his level dehydration from the amount of tears he shed. Poor little guy! 


Once the job was done I took him from the arms of Robert (who held him like a vice grips during the cleaning) and I attempted to sooth and cuddle him for hours.
I’m not sure he’ll ever allow a white girl to come with in 10 feet of him or he’ll fear she will cause pain and discomfort.

Another boy I treated 2X a day came with a crater of skin and muscle missing from his leg. The infection was getting out of control so after I cleaned the wound, I placed a thick layer of salt directly in the wound and bandaged him back up so the infection and puss could absorb into the gauze. He was a real trooper along with many others that I used pure salt in their wounds to help heal. On the other hand, there’s always one who can’t handle the pain and I think the local village people can hear for themselves the cries for help (below)

HITLER ON THE LOOSE

Kind and caring people may be appreciated, but Hitler Jr’s are usually the people we remember most.
Think about it, do you remember the sweetest girl from grade school or the bully that tried to control the show?
Here lies my fear. I do what I can to be a sweet missionary day in and day out, but times come when the Hitler with in me surfaces and the rage is cut loose

I was making a simple attempt to gain the kids attention while graciously  asking them to smile and put their hands down so their faces would be seen in the photo, instead of the abundance of hands waving.

At last, my request was successful


Other times I feel like a true Hollywood movie star. The fame that comes with a mob of people following you and shouting your name (over and over and over again) only brings joy for a moment. Then it becomes a thorn in my flesh. Its annoying and overwhelming, nerve racking and NEVER ENDING. Sun up to sun down and even in my dreams. I can run, but never can I hide from the swarm of fans (kids). And I’m not alone.

Here (below) is my friend Amanda flogging (just kidding) the kids with a giant piece of bamboo in hopes of escaping the on going crowd of kids that do what they can to steel your personal space and time.


Moral of the story – Next time you encounter a movie star and wish to shout there name or gain their attention. You’d better wear armor or you too may witness the wrath of Hitler. 

MUSCLE - - MUSCLE

Through out my duration in Malawi I’ve been introduced to the phrase “Muscle Muscle” and I’d like to introduce you as well.

Human being from all nationalities and walks of life are walking sponges for sincere compliments. And I’m a firm believer that we all appreciate kind and caring words from others. Yet we’re all searching for a balance of between saying too much or too little. After all, the bible even states, “A fool can look wise if he keeps his mouth shut” So as I work to not be a fool or a flatterer, I’ve decided this phrase fall with in the balance. We are all strong in some or many areas of life, therefore when I boldly look and tell a complete stranger “Muscle Muscle” they are able to accept their strength and know that someone else admires it also.

And in this simple phrase of admiration- it will keep the world going round and round.

BICYCLE MAMA

With Malawi have come more physical activities (than South Africa) and adventures. Not only have my flip-flops become more worn down from all the walking, but I’ve began to build more muscle in my calves as I peddle my way from point A to B.

Sometimes an hour of biking is required through multiple terrains just to complete one task.

Of course these aren’t ordinary bicycles. One is with out brakes; the wheels aren’t secure so they wobble to and fro. Small leaks in the tires require more effort and energy to peddle. And the ringing of a small bike bell is nearly required to prevent the run in or running over local pedestrians.

It’s all attributed to a better nights sleep. Life never seems to come easy here in Africa. By the time your head hits the pillow you’re out like a light.

FEMINISM or FACTS

World Vision put out a few facts regarding Woman and their placement in most societies that I’d love to share with you.

** 450 million women are physically impaired due to childhood malnutrition. In many societies, girls and their mothers eat only after the men and boys are fed first.
** Woman makes up ½ the worlds population but own just 1% of its wealth. Seventy percent of the 1.3 billion living in poverty are woman.
** A girl is twice as likely not to be educated as a boy is
** 2 million girls mostly in Africa and the Middle East are mutilated through female circumcision to diminish their sexual desire. Little girls who survive the procedure grow up to face painful sex, possible infertility, and a greater chance of dying during childbirth.

Time Magazine says:
** In Brazil, it is justifiable homicide to kill an unfaithful wife
** In Russia, a woman’s office job can include having to sleep with the boss
** In India, a husband and his parents sometimes conspire to kill his young bride after they have received the dowry. Freeing the young man to marry again and get another dowry.

Call me a feminist if you will, but my objective isn’t to get each of you on a Feminist movement campaign, but rather to share with you the real life obstacles I’m faced with daily her in Africa and the world abroad.
It’s not just about (which gender) makes more money, or who is educated, but rather I’m reminded of the challenge before me.
A challenge to bring hope to these women and show them the value they have in their creator’s eyes.
Life isn’t fair, and never will it be. But life after death will be.
As I’m planted to serve as a missionary among a male dominated society, I’m eager to embrace the lost, encourage the hurting, and love the body and sold of each silent voice crying in the night.
They need not to be converted into the next Mother Teresa, but they do need to see each valued by our Lord Jesus. And male or female the love, mercy, grace and forgiveness is just a breath away.

ONE WAY OR THE OTHER...

One way or the other, I’m going get there! And this is what I call Malawi public transport.

I didn’t travel as much as I have in ‘other’ foreign countries, but I managed to squeeze my way in a few open bed trucks, overcrowded mini-busses and even on the rear of a few bikes (luggage and all!) And as much as my skin color doesn’t match that of my fellow traveling companions, I did what I could to carry my luggage on my head and look like one of them. I don’t think they ever noticed... just kidding!

Either way, my few yet memorable public transport memories in Malawi

(below) One of my bike taxi's that I rode on dirt roads for over an hour LIKE this!! And we're still smiling (although I had a headache with 30lbs on my head)

(below) No room to sneeze -in this common form or transport

(below) I can even hitch-hike on an ox and cart. Now THIS is Africa!


(below) SQUEEZE in. Open air ride for fresh air and RAIN - it was rainy season

(below) Hitch-Hiking allows you to take any seat you can find, on the hood or on the food (ground maize)

(below) Bike taxi's are all over Malawi and we rode them OFTEN

(below) lining up at the bike taxi depot

PANCAKE PARTY

Let me introduce you to a friend of mine. Her name is Ashley and she is a one year volunteer with Teen Missions Int'l. She lives the ‘not so easy’ life in the bush of Benga Malawi. Her home is the Wellman Family Rescue Unit where her main purpose is to share God’s love with nearly 500 orphans in a 5km radius.

One of the ways she expresses her love to the kids, is by hosting a pancake party every Sunday after church service. Some would call it a bribe to get the kids in church, while the rest of us call it brilliant!

Not only does she walk or bike numerous kilometers just to fetch the ingredients. She denies herself the option of the snooze button (on her watch), and wakes early to hand mix and count approximately 60 pancakes. All of this before she departs on foot for an hour walk and a mob of children trailing behind her to church.

Thank you Ashley. Pancakes in the ‘bush’ of Africa became a real dream come true.

Eat up kids!!

R.I.P [Rest in Pecae] JOE

By a show of hands, how many of you own a rooster? No, better yet, how many of you PREVIOUSLY owned a rooster, than came to your senses and ate the two legged, noise machine?
Since my arrival here in South Africa, I witnessed an older than dirt single rooster lose his voice at all hours of the day from crowing non-stop. He seemed to believe ANY time was the right time to CROW- CROW- CROW!
At last I witnessed his final crow and final flaring of feathers before Joe was put to rest. PRAISE GOD.



REST IN PEACE JOE, and REST WELL IN OUR BELLIES!

Expect the Un-expected

Expect the Un-expected with Keisha Suzanne - -

Yes, I SHOULD have, COULD have, & WOULD have left Wednesday on Flight # 2558 from Dayton to Florida to meet with TEEN MISSIONS, the new International Missions organization I’m partnering with…BUT my mom’s sudden extensive foot (hip) surgery forced me to remain in Ohio by her side and put my missions trip “On Hold”. My father’s lack of mobility and own health issues won’t allow him to do all that will be required post surgery. So being the single, independent daughter I’ve chosen to stay near her and nurse her back to health over the next 3-6 months. Please lift her healing up in prayer. Maybe the third surgery is a charm. This is her 3rd surgery in the last 7 months.

Teen Missions extended mercy to me and placed all my financial donations and future plans “On Hold” until I’m able to leave my mom and receive my International destination and duties from them.

I’m looking to make the most of the (extended) period with my family and I’m looking to make lemonade out of the lemons that life is serving us.
1Thessalonians 5:18 “Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”

TRANQUILITY OF THE MIND

[Below: An illustrative sunrise in Benga MALAWI(Welman Rescue Unit) rising over Lake Malawi]

[Below: Common scene during ZAMBIA Boot Camp - it screams peaceful to me]



Although life in most regions of Africa does not come easy, and they require more effort and energy –BMT [Black Man Time] still applies.
The laxity of time tables, deadlines, and to do lists, allow for extra time to (stop and smell the roses), or enjoy life to its fullest.
In California, someone is more than willing to blow his or her horn if I delay (for even a second) while at a stoplight. The motto of life there is “Time is money” And everyone expects those on their left and right to stay out of their way an not cause anyone to skip a beat. After all, the clock is ticking and money is beaconing.
Yet life on other continents allows ample down time and a lack of guilt when stopping to enjoy the view.
I’m only repeating myself yet I find it fitting to say once again “I find such freedom in a simple life.” Here in Africa I’m nearly un-able to get (ahead) of the crowd (if I wanted) since so little is available for rich or poor. The conveniences of life in a western country are nearly none-existent here. Its bare necessitates in many, if not all aspects of life. And the thought of climbing the corporate ladder is only in the movies (here).
However, I’m finding that poverty is a wonderful gift because it gives us freedom. It means we have fewer obstacles to God and more time to focus on the blessings of God.

[Below: Scerne view from the TMI base in SOUTH AFRICA]

[Below: The firery sun of ETHIOPIA creeping over the horizon]

SOFT HEARTS & THIN HEADS

In America we say someone has a thick head if they don’t understand or choose not to relate to a certain situation.
Over the last two years I’ve been in Africa (on and off) as a missionary it seemed to me that some of my fellow friends and family had “thick heads”.
I could never gauge if they struggled to accept my decision, genuinely didn’t understand my calling, or didn’t care enough to try and relate with me on the mission field.
But we can’t please them all, and I finally gave up trying. I can’t force anyone to have a ‘thin head’ or a soft heart towards my calling to missions. I can only give my all and all knowing I’m in the exact place I was called to be by my creator.
Then among the trials and obstacles of life I get small confirmations that ‘some one’ not only understands my choice to follow after International Missions. They also support me not just with money or prayers but also in love and with the kindest words of praise. Like this quote from a sweet cousin.
“I love you and thank you for teaching others about God. Tell them we will be glad to see them in heaven with us.”
Or this quote from my own mother
“I am praying for you today and just know God will do a great and awesome thing in where you will be going. Someone is waiting to hear the good news from your lips and God’s heart! Go and tell!!!! I also can’t wait to meet all our new friends and family you helped to show the way. Blessed are the feet that bring good news.”
And I’m restored once again.

ECO FRIENDLY

As I departed the America soil last November I was faced with continual reminders that many American are putting the eco system front and center in their world.

It seemed as though every Tom, Dick and Harry were striving to “Save Mother Earth” in one form or fashion. Yet I’ve discovered something that could be of assistance to those of you North American’s. Here in South Africa they charge for every plastic/paper bag you request while shopping (super markets included). And as we know plastic isn’t as bio-degradable as other recycled goods out there.

...So next time you think you’re the only Nation attempting to “Save Mother Earth”, just know that a few others have joined you on your journey.
GO GREEN- IT SAVES!!!

HONEST FEARS...

This is a blog entry that I came across today (from 6months ago). It was never posted since I left my laptop in America during my sudden trip to Africa. The only reason I feel compelled to share it (now) is because it shows God's timing and goodness to me. WHEN GOD IS IN CONTROL - NOTHING IS OUT OF CONTROL.

(Bellow) Once where my thoughts and fears just (weeks) before TEEN MISSIONS asked me to join them for First Step in Florida. And that trip alone led to the NEW CHAPTER in my life, which is slowly unfolding.

Why is it that I was once too busy to stop and think?
• What I WAS doing and WHY?
I just followed the motions and became my own robot in this game called life…
AND now I’m too bored to stop and think
• WHAT I AM DOING and WHY?
…I am just trying to pass time and wait for the next chapter, but than it hit me….
• WHAT IF, THIS IS THE NEXT CHAPTER?
• HOW WOULD I REACT?
• WHY WOULD I FEEL CHEATED or HONORED IF GOD PLACED IN THE MID-WEST FOREVER?
OR What if I was granted my ‘dream life’… Married the love of my life, and lived out my dream life in Africa…
• Would my DREAM change over time?
I’ve changed A LOT in the last 10 years, even more in the last 5 years, and the most in the last 2 years… so
• WHAT makes me tick?
• How do I stay content?
• How do I know I’m not settling for silver, when I deserve Gold?

Simple: The Holy Spirit has guided and directed me thus far, and as I draw near to Him, He draws near to me and makes things clearer as time goes by. I don’t know all the answers and never will. Infact, I’ll admit, I WILL change in time (as I have), and so will others in my life, but one thing that won’t change is my God. I have to hold fast to his TRUTH and time I spend with him in ‘Prayer’ and believe in His promises that CONTENMENT and BALANCE and PEACE will flow over me as I dig my heels into Gods Him.

WHO STOLE THE CHEESE!

My hope is that a few of you know the child’s song

“Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?”

Regardless, that is the very song that came to mind after purchasing a block of cheese here in South Africa.

Dairy in Zambia nearly cost an arm and a leg, and as the price has dropped here in South Africa, it still comes with a high price- so high that they placed an (anti) theft bar code on the cheese itself.
No kidding!

So, who stole the cheese from the grocery store????
Not me!!

TWO in ONE

What is trash to one person can be a treasure to another.
What is designed for one thing can be modified into another suitable gadget. Take a look.
What would you say this is?

A toilet bowl brush to one has become a doggie brush & bathing tool all in one. But you don’t have to take my word for it.

HANDY WORK

The Teen Missions South Africa base hosted a sewing team from America that came to educate and demonstrate many talents of sewing to the [less fortunate] South African woman. Their hope was to give each woman skills that could further there own opportunities to make money and assist others in need.
Through out the weeks I was able to join in the fun and learn a few tricks myself. I too wish to pass along the skills and lessons of sewing and mending that I’ve learned to more ladies in the years to come.

[Below: A small hand-made bag I made my niece with her name RUBY hand stitched on AND The beginnings of my personal crochet scarf]

WEEKLY DINING

(Eating Chicken Feet for lunch in South Africa)

Let me share with you the WEEKLY LUNCH MENU at the TMI Base in South Africa.

MONDAY: Chakalaka

TUESDAY: CHICKEN FEET, Gravy

WEDNESDAY: AFRICAN POLONY & Cabbage

THURSDAY: GIBLETS & Gravy

FRIDAY: CHICKEN NECK & Gravy

SATURDAY: Viennas, bread and chips(french fries- homemade)

SUNDAY: Russians, Gravy, Cabbage and Pap(Ground Maze)

And others wonder why I run to Taco Bell and the cereal cabinet when I get stateside! ... NOW YOU KNOW!!

HOME HOME HOME

It was decided by [me] and confirmed in Africa that if you repeat a word more than once, it has more 'pull' than if you say it just once.

For instance. When I say I'm "home" that means I'm - well -Home! But if I'm "Home, home" that means I'm going to my 'more important' home. But I've recently determined that the mid-west is "HOME HOME HOME" due to the presence of family.
Some things can not be replaced and hold no price tag- my family is one of them.

And who couldn't be overflowing with joy to be greeting by these three? Dang, I'm lucky!!

We're ALL smiles!


And here I sit in the coziness of my sister’s family room, in the ol' Mid-west USA. I was so happy to be "Home Home Home" that I neglected a shower (after 2 FULL days of flying from Africa) just to play and be at the beacon call of my nephew for 10 more hours. My body was screaming for a cleaning, but my spirit was screaming for quality time with my niece and nephew. Priorities just aren't what they use to be...

Praise God I'm HOME HOME HOME! ... At least for now.

TEEN MISSIONS [zambia] BOOT CAMP OVERVIEW

Now that you have read all about my High and Low points of boot camp, I found it time to share an overview of photos that will provide a better picture of all that I’ve spoken of. In the following slide show you’ll see:

• Commissioning night (candle light service)
• Me chopping cabbage for lunch while on KP
• Kids Praying
• Lining up to eat supper, SILENCE in the Serving line (no talking)
• Our dishes hang from bags all day long from our eating site
• My team won the Pig award twice (Which means Mrs. Piggy found too much, trash, dirt, and disorganization at our camp site that day)
• Nshema was spilled on the ground, but we scrapped what we could so we weren’t wasting it! (only in Africa)
• Photo of the entire camp (leaders and team members)
• Flies over taking our dishes in the (outdoor) kitchen
• One of the many rainbows we were blessed with
• Our Laundry Mat.. AKA Bucket/Hand washing
• 6 LARGE pots of Nshema being cooked all at once for lunch in the (outdoor kitchen)
• Edward is reading his bible during DAILY personal Devotion time
• Puppet Ministry and Evangelism tool
• Scripture memorization. 40 verses in 40 days!
• Susan working hard during Work Time with the chickens
• A former tent site where a tent was blown away in the wind and rain even with bags in it! Welcome to RAINY season
• Piles of tents
• Welcome HOME to our tents that were destroyed in the wind and rain nearly every day
• BOOT camp requires BOOTS and they are used and abused (dirty boots)
• Working hard to uproot banana trees. Go team Go!

BACK ON THE SADDLE AGAIN

I didn't fall off the saddle but I did loose my groove of running for awhile.

With the hustle and bustle of the boot camp schedule I never managed to find time or energy to RUN.

The two weeks following boot camp became intentional Rest and Relaxation. Not to mention the over abundance
and non-stop consumption of western food. I didn't know I could stretch
my tummy so far day after day. Another words, I choose excesses cuisine over lean legs. (Not that I've ever had lean legs, but I dram of them while running).

At last I landed in South Africa and finally had the chance to put my dusty old shoes and weak legs to work again.


it may take a few days to get back up to my normal speed, but for now I'll
embrace the sore muscles, lung expansion, sweet stained clothes and
mental release I receive while running.

Thank you God for a functioning body to run and jump and play!

LIFE to DEATH

I’ve spent a good deal of time laughing, playing and making the most of my life. However, as much as I enjoy my time here in Africa hugging, loving and sharing the Truth of Jesus with the young and old, death is still a given and I’m at peace to know there are road side coffin craftsman… just in case!

UNDER HIS FEET & NOT OVER HIS HEAD

I’m rapidly coming upon another crossroad of life. And this crossroad not only has the power to effect the here and now, but the depth of my future. It’s the final decision of the ‘where’ I’ll be serving with Teen Missions Int’l.

Currently Teen Missions has 29 bases around the world, and 45 foreign boot camps. All of which are all in the running for the ‘final placement’ for myself. Yes, my heart is with in Africa first and foremost, but I’m willing to God where ever the Lord may lead in time. After all, I've been called by HIM to be an missionary. And He is the one who gave me such a passion for Africa, and He can give me a new passion for a new culture and country, if He wills it. I'm trusting Him to guide and lead where I can serve Him and his people best, in or out of Africa.

While my mind races with countless needs around the globe, I’m reminded that it’s all UNDER HIS FEET and not OVER HIS HEAD.

He holds the whole world in His hands, and if His eye is on the sparrow, than I trust this decision to him and the continual needs that overtake me day after day.

One thing is sure... I'll keep loving and hugging all the children he places on my path of life. In all 28 countries I've been in, I've never found a group of children I wasn't compelled to smother with my love. And I trust the same pattern will continue, no matter where I end up living next.

FEET OF THE STREET

These are the feet of our boys that live on the streets, day after day… week after week… Year after YEAR.

My feet have walked one hundred miles
But always with a purpose
My feet are weathered and worn
But others are nearing the end of their road
My feet are protected
But others can only dream of shoes
My feet take me up AND down, AND all around
But others only spin in circles, going no where
My feet go where I tell them
But others have nowhere to go
-Keisha Garber

Please pray that these feet will FOLLOW after God’s own heart and search for Him as a Hidden Treasure. Proverbs 2: 4

BFF [Best Friends Forever]… At last!

What a break through! I not only lived with in the same shanty compound as my friend Agness last year, I was also within her home nearly every day, and slept at her house often (in the same bed as Titi). Yet through out our entire time together, her youngest daughter Titi had absolutely NOTHING to do with me. If I would even blink in her direction she’d begin to tear up.

Finally, the day has come and bygones will be bygones. I not only had the chance be near TiTi, but I was able to snuggle and love all over her as though we’ve been best friends this entire time.

I’m so thankful for my new best friend and I look forward to our next reunion.

WHITE MEN CAN’T JUMP

I proved the theory that white men CAN’T jump in the game of basket ball. The Walker family has created an authentic cement basketball court at their Nehemiah boys Ranch in Zambia and Mr. Walker is teaching the fundamentals of basket ball. And they’re catching on. I decided to take them up on a game of five on five and see if I could help polish up a few skills of my own. I’m embarrassed to say, white men can’t jump. I did what I could to show them a thing or two (from my former years of High School), but they also were able to show me a thing or two as well.

I love each one of these guys (former street boys), and I’ll forever cherish this memory of 5 on 5 in Zambia, a place where “football” or shall I say “soccer” is THE SPORT of choice, but basketball could be the next up and coming hobby, at least in Garneton.

WONDERFUL WESTERNERS

(Below) Karen H and myself on a rainy walk from the junction

(Below) Walker boys Nate and Gram playing in mud while in their pj's


Oh the joy and blessings to have a few western friends to share and pray and care for me. God knows the blessing of fellowship with your own ‘kind’ and my time with each of my western friends became a pivotal point in my time here in Zambia. GOD IS GOOD, and my western friends are BLESSINGS from Above!


(Below) The Walker's dinning room table. They are a family of 11 and full time Zambian missionaries

(Below) Garret Lydia and kids

ZAMBIA BOOT CAMP OBSITCAL COURSE

Last but not least, this is one more portion of BOOT CAMP, The OBSITICAL COURSE! This forces each team in every country to find team work among themselves. Even I completed it w/out a DQ! ;)

WE ARE OUR CHOICES

Life is all about choices and WE ARE a product of our choices, each and every one of us.

As reflect back on life and think of where I have come from it’s a drastic difference from most African’s I encounter. Yes, I come from the Land of the Free and the Home of the brave, America. But I still chose my own path in life, and so is each one of these boys.
In one photo you see a few of the ‘younger’ boys living on the streets.
• Imagine living ON YOUR OWN at the age of seven on the city streets?
• Imagine making a life for your own, and learning to survive. These boys are survivors, to say the least.
• Imagine the struggles they face and obstacles they over come
• IMAGINE!!!
Yet they still smile!!! They still pray!! They are still kids and they are still learning to make WISE choices for a brighter tomorrow.
Continue to PRAY for each child around the world that is left on their own (for one reason or another). PRAY for their lives and knowledge of Christ. PRAY for those who have been called to work with them, that they’ll have patience and perseverance when it counts.
PRAY – PRAY - PRAY

AUTHENTIC ZAMBIAN SIGN’s

You never know what you’ll find in the way of advertising or originality here in Zambia, but one thing for sure. They get an A+ for effort. Sometimes they do what they can to copy ANY western logo, yet there are still times when they just rely on their own ideas and creativity. Here are just a few small examples.

SO LONG …SUKONY MARKET

This main open air market of Kitwe is the hub for many buyers and sellers seven days a week. It’s enormous and stands as a threat to many westerners for (more than one reason), but I have come to know it, inside and out. I welcome the chance to begin my treasure hunt for the item(s) I’m searching for. It offers nearly anything you could dream of, including a kitchen sink. There is a section for construction, pluming, electrical, shoes, clothes (new and used), books, radios, batteries (large and small), wigs, finger nail polish, plastics, dishes, food, movies, baby items, jewelry, the list goes on and on. Thank you Sukony for providing my daily needs, and farewell, until we meet again!

Marvelous Malawi

I'm already a week in, and knee deep in the marvelous culture and country of Malawi.

I arrived safe and sound last week and I've already spent a week in the deep bush at a Rescue Unit. I'm now in transit back to Chipoka (location of the base) to assist with the monthly refresher course, welcome the America sewing team, and get lined up for more tasks.

I plan to depart ON TIME March 17 from Malawi to Chicago -USA. I'll be state side for a few months fund-raising for my trip and 3 year commitment back to Africa with Teen Missions.

I have many blog 'posts' already typed and pre-dated for you to continue to enjoy. So stay tuned...

FEAST OR FAMINE

Once again this story reflects the lives of many kids living on the streets in Zambia. Many of them goes days with out a meal, never knowing when or where the food will come from. Yet they are survivors, each of them.

Here are the kids enjoying the feast (following an on-going famine) of food at the Walker's Street Boy Program held on Thursdays in Garneton, Zambia.

Praise God for faithful servants who are willing to serve and sacrafice only to see a few more bellies full, and spirits filled with the Love of God.

ZAMBIAN FAST FOOD

Fast food isn’t found in the Zambian dictionary, at least not yet. The only “fast” food you can purchase is along the side of the roads and alleys. They have boiled corn, grilled corn, and hard boiled eggs, boil ground nuts, salted ground nuts (peanuts), cassava root (boiled/grilled), and fritters, small fruits and veggies. I’m sure I’m missing an item or two but in all reality there aren’t too many options and these I listed are only found seasonally. And while some complain that they’re (bland, and un-clean) I crave each and every one of them when they’re no where to be found, just like the Mexican pizzas from Taco Bell.

MALAWI... On the count down

I'll be heading out to Malawi TODAY (MONDAY) and will out of touch with civilization once again, possibly the entire month. No phone, email etc... POSSIBLY!

I will be back to the US soil on the 18 of March for a little over a month.

I have trips planned to INDIANA, OHIO, and CALIFORNIA.

Thanks and I'll see a few of you in a little over a month!

WILL YOU JOIN ME?

Greetings Family and Friends from sunny Africa,

I'm reminded daily of America and all I've left behind, yet my attention is rapidly drawn back to the poverty which slaps me in the face here in Africa. Yes, there are needs in America, yet I cannot deny the abundance of joy and contentment I feel while living in or among conditions of extreme poverty. I have chosen to follow the call to Africa, praying that you whom I have left behind will continue to carry the light to the darkness in your own homes and communities.

Teen Missions International has officially accepted me as a financially independent missionary to one or many of the 29 countries they serve. I am eager to sign a three year contract to ensure my commitment and service to TMI for the Lord.

The specific placement within Africa has not been chosen at this time, but within the coming months a final decision will be made by the organization.

Numerous items must fall in place between now and then. Not only do I have an abundance of "To Do" lists, I also have the need for spiritual and financial assistance. I believe God has called me and I know He'll provide everything, down to the last detail. After all, it's all His. His call. His path. His power. His love. His truth. His burden for the lost. I am nothing more than a simple tool in His hands.

If you feel led to sacrifice personal prayers or finances, I would be grateful, as it will take me one step closer to full-time ministry with TMI.

I've attached a document providing more detailed information about TMI. And here is the website: www.teenmissions.org

If you have ANY questions or comments regarding any thing I've shared, please don't hesitate to email me.

May each one of you continue to find joy in serving those outside your own bedroom window, wherever that may be.

Blessings to each of you,

Keisha

Col 2: 2 "My purpose is that they may be encouraged in heart, and united in LOVE, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding in order that they know the complete mystery of God"

38 SOULS - 1 CELL

Less than 36 hours remained as I walked the streets of Kitwe. Searching for those I promised printed photos as a "remembrance". One by one I hunted them down as the daylight was running away from me and night was
creeping in. Two photos remained and only one individual would be able to complete the task at hand.

I found a few co-workers and asked where Barcelone can be found? I was told he'd gone for supper, but he'll be back soon. I returned after another errand. This time I was told he's in jail.
"WHAT???"
Broken English and Bemba are exchanged as I'm trying to figure out what in the world these boys where talking about.

I surrendered to the truth and bolted for the Central Police station to get more of the story. A lump forms in my throat. And I run for a small meat pie and Coke as super time was only half waythru . (They don't serve a single meal to those in cells. It's up to family and friends to bring food at specific and monitored times)

With food in hand I ask the officer if they are holding Barcelone?
"Yes."
The lump in my throat becomes larger. I attempt to collect myself and respectfully ask why he is there. I'm told he stole a phone. I ask if they have any whiteness or if they found the phone no him? No. I begin to lose my calm spirit and ask how it's legal to detain some one who's not been proven guilty? No answer. I ask again in a different tone.
They tell me "they" aren't the officers no the case, but I can return tomorrow and talk to some one on the case if I choose. As though I have the time or patience to wait.

I finally ask to deliver the food and speak to Barcelone who I was laughing and joking with just hours earlier. Now I'm forced
to speak through a metal screen as I focus on the shadow of his face before me. I hold back the tears. I am the helpless street mother who has no power to change the circumstances.

I return the following evening believing he'd been released. WRONG! With respect and silent prayers I beg the officer to permit me to go buy bread for the entire cell and the officers on duty. With this bribe I'm granted permission and I'm told there are 38 BOYS & MEN IN ONE CELL (all gender in one cell no matter the
age).

... By this time the sun is setting and the street kid outreach with Ruth and Richard has begun.

I run to a bakery and back. I'm now forced to wait for a male patrol officer to open the cell door. I wait... And wait... The clock is ticking only 13 hours before I depart Zambia and so much on the 'To do list'.Ahhhh!!!

At last the cell door is opened and I'm face to face with Barcelone. I say my goodbyes quickly, tell him I'll always be praying for him and I hope to be back to visit sooner than later.

My heart is broken by another helpless Zambian, and more prayers go up like incense to God, as this mess is too big for me alone.

SARA ROSE ORPHANAGE

Orphan Simon and me having fun

If ever I could/would addopt these two brothers would be a first choice pick. Emanuel and Mwapalo


The Sara Rose orphanage is not only a thing of the present but also a thing of the past. These kids left their hand prints all over my heart while living here last year and it was such a treat to be able to hug, hold, and give a million little kisses to each one of their faces, yet again. Adoption in Zambia is tricky and difficult, so many of them will live a good portion of their lives here in the orphanage, aside from a miracle of God or a change in the government. How cute are they?

(Bellow) Baby Paul dressed in pink, as that there wasn't another clothing option that day

Sara Rose worker with two little ones

Teen Missions Mystery Answers

From the time I was accepted as TMI Staff I've not sent much information regarding this 'mystery' missions organization I'm partnering with. I realize that many of you have checked out their website (click here) , but still have a few questionable misunderstandings. I hope this will clear the water a bit, and give you a better picture of what I'll be involved with.

As time goes by I'll be able to send out email updates as well as good ol' SNAIL MAIL updates [in a color newsletter format], which will have different stories and photos than the email/blog updates. I'm requesting your mailing address for those of you (or others you know) who are interested in receiving SNAIL MAIL updates in the future. PLEASE EMAIL [keishasuzanne@gmail.com] me the NAME and MAILING ADDRESSES of those wishing to be placed on this future list. Thank you.

Teen Missions International currently has 25 Base Camps around the world, 35 Boot Camps for youth, and 23 Bible Missionary Work Training schools in different countries.

Founded over 30 years ago, their initial focus was to provide an opportunity for teens to participate in short term missions. This is where "The Lord's Boot Camp" in Merritt Island, FL originated. The teens attend two weeks of training at the base before they are sent to their destination for 6-8 weeks over the summer, followed by a 4 day debrief back in FL. The overseas projects are all geared toward bettering the agriculture, housing or development of public services. In addition, they share their faith through dramas, puppetry, song and personal testimonies. The Boot Camps in other countries follow the same idea, but the teens stay in their own country and serve in the community in some capacity.

The free Bible Missionary Work Training schools (BMW's) were founded for those who expressed a great interest in furthering their education with missions, but lacked the resources to do so. The school is a three year program for students, two years attending classes on Bible, missionary studies, and work training to learn practical skills, and the third year is served on an internship to apply their experience hands-on. The schools range from about 10-20 students. Most of the teaching is done through local pastors who volunteer their time. Only very few staff are paid through TMI for these services and that is only in the poorest countries to employ the teachers, mainly consisting of former BMW students. The majority of the schools are run by volunteers and full time missionaries who are all self-supported. The BMW's are literally free of charge for all students, in the US and out of the country, including room and board. This has been made possible through the creativity of our God. The overseas Teen Missions ministry is supported through loans that they have given to churches in the US. When banks would not loan to non-profits for lack of credit, Teen Missions would provide the loan, and so God began growing the ministry through the lending of their own money. Each year they reinvest 1/3 of the profits, save 1/3 of the profits, and the remaining 1/3 is used for their world-wide ministry. WHAT A MIGHTY GOD WE SERVE!

Blessings to each of you.
Keisha

SINK or SWIM

Ahhhh... ;0 My ipod just went for a swim yesterday (by accident) and it didn't swim, it sank!!! :( I'm PRAYING that it will come back to life once again, but I'm not hopeful.

This is my cry for help to each of you, asking if
any one is looking to SELL their 8-20GB ipod in the near future???
I'm looking to buy, but with limited funds and thought I'd send out a request in this fashion first.

HIS WHISPER THRU THE RAIN

Tears where shed yet again, not because of personality conflict, loneliness, or even sickness but rather for the boys and girls on the street of Kitwe that I left behind. My heart is bleeding as my concern for them over takes the person I am. I
may not be a mother of my own flesh and blood, but I am the mother of lonely, left behind boys and grils of Zambia.

In the past two weeks (while I was in Zambia)I had young street girls (prostitutes) calling out and seeking me. They usually hide out waiting for another man to pay them in some form or fashion. But finally connections were made, friendships established and now tears shed.

The rain of pain is falling harder as my heart is bleeding. My heart is torn. Yet I hear the whisper of Gods voice through the rain. "Iam with you." So as His mercy falls I'll raise my hands to the God who gives and take away.

He's given me a love for dirty souls living on the streets. Yet he's taken them away as I've moved onto a new ministry and a new country. I feel helpless, worthless and the guilt of abandonment.

My only hope is in prayer. My only power is through God. After all it's not by my might that lives and souls are changed, but by HIS.

I hear the thunder roll. My strength is nearly gone. I focus on the voice I hear whispering my name. I allow Him to hold each tear I shed in His hands as He is the maker of the heavens and earth and He holds each of those innocent souls in His hands.

He's never left my side and as long as they call on Him, He'll never leave them either. So who am I to think they need me (their 'street mom') All they need is the whisper of God in the storms of life. And He'll be their strength while they are weak.

I'll raise my hands and praise Him in the storms!

OLD & NEW FACES of KITWE STREETS

(Bellow) Me and OUR boys... of the street! They welcomed me with open arms

Their HOME... The Street!

During my break from Teen Missions, I made my way to the streets of Kitwe to seek and find the new and OLD faces of Street boys. Low and behold there were countless faces there to greet me. “Auntie Keisha, Auntie Keisha. LONG TIME!” I didn’t forget them, and they sure didn’t forget me.

I can’t explain the joy in my heart to know they hadn’t died from a multitude of diseases, infections or mishaps. Yet, in the same beat of my heart, I feel the ache and sadness over take me.
• How can they STILL be in the same place, wearing the same clothes, and calling the same sidewalk “Home”?
• How is it possible that they are in the same position of life that I once discovered them in?
Guilt takes over me, as I feel like I didn’t do ‘my job’. That is when I felt the hand on God on my shoulder, reminding me that I did all He called me to do. He used me as a tool to share his LOVE and TRUTH with these boys and although they are still on the streets, they know more about Him, and they are responsible to choose their destiny with Christ or in Hell without Christ. So I was put at ease once again. I enjoyed their wide smiles, jet black eyes, and dirty faces as long as I could before saying my goodbyes and praying for them.

I’ll never EVER forget these precious children of God, no matter where I end up, and I’m thankful for that. I pray that I’ll always be scared with the truth and the hardships that so many Africans face day after day. I pray that I won’t leave un-changed but rather with tears in my eyes for the trials in life they each face. I pray that I’ll never hesitate to bend my own knees and go to my heavenly father in prayer pleading with him to protect, save, and assist ‘them’ through another day.

(Above) Chomba, Simeon, & Pride- the "KING" of the Street

(Above) Patson, Solo, Kaunda all trying to sqeeze into the photo

WEDDING BELLS.. NO LONGER RINGING!

A few of you caught the post last month announcing I've lost that love'n feeling for Hankalinge/MacDonald, yet others didn't read it.

Regardless, I've been asked many questions as of late concerning the present and future status of he and I. Soooo... With out further delay Here is the scoop.

I came in November to Africa in Love with him and thankful for the many aspects I've been stretched and challenged over the last year and a half with him. To this very day I am grateful for the abundance of good that came from my time of knowing and befriending him, but "All good things must come to an end." ... and it did!

I was always skeptical of our future. Our eight year age gap, cultural
differences and directions in life had me constantly in prayer as it
what the future would hold.

It seemed for some time that our paths had interlocked
and wedding bells were closer than ever. Yet as time passed and prayers
were answered God showed me He's a good guy but not the BEST for me.

With out trying to sound self-righteous. I feel he loves God and desires
to follow God but he's not on fire for God. Loving God isn't enough for
me. I want and desire a husband who has a passion from the inside out
for God, as he will be the leader of me and my home. I want that
passion in (him) to lead our family to our knees in prayer and praise
through the good and bad in our journey of life. I am also convinced I've been
called as a full time and possibly life long missionary and I desire a
husband who's also heard the call and will surrender all it takes.

Hankalinge/MacDonald
was willing to serve
with me, but he was not called. And I'm not convinced that your own
will or ability can see you through the many trials, struggles and
frustrations your faced with on the mission field. Eventually, your
will and desire fades and you want to through
in the towel. But I've learned, with God He'll never put a dream in
your heart or ask you to give up something with out first equipping you
with everything you need on the inside to accomplish it. And that's the difference in Hankalinge/Macdonad and myself. It's my dream to be a life long missionary, but it's his dream to be a journalist.

Last but not least, we faced the reality of culture and the difference in
finances. I though we were on the same page, but in reality we were
not.

Had he been called to missions or had I seen a consuming Passion
for God in his life, I would have been a little more willing to forgive
the issues with money that we encountered. But as time would show, it wasn't worth giving time or attention to, as the damage was done and the end in sight.

So.... Another one bites the dust!

Rest assured God has someone and I'm still as open as before to any and every color of skin and culture.

As I've said it many times before and I'm happy to repeat again. "If
marriage if for life, I have the rest of my life to be married. And I'd
rather be single for life, than to marry the wrong man." So the hunt
continues.

0123

January 01 - 23, 1981

Thanks to care packages, and a westernized country I was able to welcome another year of life with MANY of my savory favorite mouth watering foods
- Pickled red beets!
- Homemade coleslaw (like KFC)
- Swedish Fish
- Apples & Crunchy peanut butter
- Fiber one Granola bars

AND SO MUCH MORE
** I was blesses with french toast and bacon for breakfast
** Mexican beans and rice with REAL TORTILLA CHIPS & SALSA!!! (God is good!)
** Meal-meal (pop-here), Curry gravy with fresh veggies, more red beet
salad, and more coleslaw along with a homemade chocolate pudding cake
for dinner.

HOOOOOLY COW!! I was blessed until... they gave me a SA birthday greeting. As they sang Happy birthday to me a few BMW students dumped water all over my body. We all have a good laugh!! And enjoyed cheesy popcorn for a late night snack.
They really pulled out all stops!

I can only welcome my 29th Birthday next year after this grand event!

ROBERT COMPOUND, Home sweet Home!

(Bellow) My former mud house

(Bellow) Creative toy cars (go-carts) in Zambia


This is the compound my heart body and soul called “HOME” last year while living in Zambia. It was an emotional reunion as I traced my former footsteps, embraced the faces and places of my past, and cherished new memories with everyone I encountered.
There is nearly a day that goes by that I don’t think or pray for my loved ones of Robert compound. I will always be grateful for my time and memorable moments that I acquired while living there.
Once again here are a few photos of faces and places that I shared in the years past.



(Bellow) Mud House Salon for Women

(Bellow) Eating Nshema with a former neighbor

(Bellow) My friend Beauty who is HIV +

The 37 hour JOURNEY

January 19

What began as a jack pot endeavor, slowly it became a typical African public transport disaster.

I've lingered around Africa long enough to know what to expect with public transportation, and once again, I wasn't disappointed.

My VALL Africa bus departed Kitwe
ONLY 20minutes late (which was a surprise I thought ti would be
1-2hours late.) Than I was blessed with an average size man to sit
beside, even though a "large" lady tried toweasel her way in the seat,
but failed. Next, the air conditioning set in... WOW!! I was 3 for 3
(at this point in the game) They even had emptyseat . In the past I've
sat as many as 7 people in 3 seats for 5+hours on a bus ride. Finally,
nature called and I was surprised to learn of thefunctioning toilet on
board. I started to think I was any where but Africa. By 11:30 the
lunch whistle blew (in my stomach) and surprise surprise the bus host
broughtevery one a full friend chicken dinner and soda. This was really a shocker!
"Where am I?"
And why can't every public transport take lessons from VAAL Africa?

By 04:00AM the host woke every one up for a border crossing out of Zimbabwe to South Africa. And this is where my fate changed.

I was forced to buy an Zimbabwe VISA, just for transit and JUST because
I'm white! NOBODY else on my bus spent one dime on a VISA...Errr :(

By 05:30 we found a 4 hour line to receive our South African VISA. Ugh!!
My legs were tired of sitting on the bus, and now they were tired of
standing in line. Customs (once I made it through the line) was a
breeze as I had nothing to declare. However 4 ladies had an entire
semi-trailer behind the bus to declare. Fish, Bananas, Eggplant, and
MORE Bananas. Imagine, an entire semi-trailer FULL! Of course customs
authorities required ONE by ONE that each item be removed and weighed
(by hand). Six hours later they were still weighing and re-loading.

EEeeek!!! At least I was able to exchange money (black market) and buy SA talk time so I could correspond with the TMI base.

Our 7 hour delay finally came to an end and the remainder of our journey
was smooth sailing. I was dropped from the bus only 12km fromTMI, as a 'special' dropping point. And the bus driver even called me to follow up and make sure I was safe.

I tip my hat to Vall Africa. They truly are a one of a kind bus company.

Now I'm in the hands of Jason and Karen and their two young and lovely
daughters. I am eager to get my feet wet with the duties ofTMI South Africa and see what the Lord has in store for my month here.

MULFULIRA CITY TOUR

(Bellow) City square

(Bellow) Buying text books from the local sidewalk book store. Very common!!




My friend Karen, from New Mexico is a full time missionary of Zambia. In her time here she decided to support Carol through the rest of her high school education. Carol lives in the city/town of Mulfulira so we spent the day traveling there to buy her books and other school supplies. Carol is a former street girl that has finally buckled down and decided to take life, school and the life of her 2 year old son Jackson serious. I knew Carol from before (this trip), and had her to my house many times for meals and fellowship. It’s a blessing to see the Lord using Karen to change the life of Carol and her son. Praise the Lord.
These are just a few photos of the city and our time there.

(Bellow) Handmade carts to ships goods across town. You see them in EVERY town here

(Bellow) Public trash can, just throw it anywhere you choose

OBAMA NATION.

Like it or not America we have a new president! And I can only imagine
the positive and negative comments your exchanging among yourselves.

To be honest, I'm glad I'm not there. The campaign and election process
itself was enough for me. However, I am still a US citizen and the
petty politics effects me and my future as much as it does you, regardless of where I'm 'living'.

I urge each of you whose faith and morals don't match those of Obama to PRAY for him!

** PRAY that God will change him- like Paul in (Acts 9)

** PRAY that God will give him a new heart, like Saul (1 Samuel 10:9)

** LOVE him as Christ would (Philippians 2:5) "You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had.
Matthew 22:39 " Love your neighbor as yourself. My mom always told me love is so much more than a feeling, it's a CHOICE
and we must choose to LOVE even when our emotions say NO!

TEEN MISSIONS INTERNATIONAL ZAMBIA!

Here are a few ‘snap-snaps’ of the Teen Missions Base in Ndola, Zambia. They serve as the base for the BMW school (BIBLE, MISSIONS, WORK) 3 year program. They raise chickens for profit, bananas, and are in the process of completing a few fish ponds. They’ve built grain bins to store the maize after harvest along with many other well thought out programs that keep TMI Zambia going.

MAGABE DIDN'T STOP ME!

Greetings from SOUTH AFRICA.
Zimbabwe President Robert Magabe allowed me to pass through his turf with out any complications today on the bus from Zambia to South Africa. I didn't make it known that I was passing 'his side' to prevent some unnecessary anxiety in a few of you. I was given a hard time at the immigrations office at the border, but after agreeing to pay a small fee (for the color of my skin) they stamped my passport and made me official.
Thanks for the prayers of safety. I'm happy to be in South Africa serving the Teen Missions staff in the time that allows.
I'll have access to Internet OFTEN, so feel free to pass along emails as often as you desire. I may not be able to respond to each one, but I will have time to read each one! Praise God.
Over and out
Keisha

SQUAT POT’S HAVE WON ME OVER

For lack of other ideas or interesting facts I’m resorting to the topic of toilets. Some of you may choose to skip over this one, but parental discretion is not advised.

The option of a ‘traditional’ toilet is rare to find in Zambia and I’ve come to accept it. When hearing the term (out-house) in the past, I visualized a (seat) of some kind, OUTSIDE. Just like the Port-A-Potties in America. But here it’s nothing more than a hole in the ground with some form of shelter built over it. It could be made from burlap sacks, mud bricks and an open air roof, but none the less it works. When nature callas I’ve come to accept the squat potties are the way to go!

UNIQUELY ME

I am
A confusion of cultures.
Uniquely me.
I think this is good
Because I can
Understand
The traveler, sojourner, foreigner,
the homesickness
that comes.
I think this is also bad
because I cannot
be understood
by the person who has sown and grown in one place.
They know not
the real meaning of homesickness
that hits me
now and then.
Sometimes I despair of
understanding them
I am
an island
and
a United Nations.
Who can recognize either in me but God.
“UNIQUELY ME”
by Alex Graham James

Life is all about perspective and we define our own perspective in life.

For (11) years I’ve been drawn to foreign cultures, smitten by their traditions and wowed by their sense of unity among the communities that engulf them.

As a child, I once heard the saying “My home is where my HEART is.” Therefore my home has traveled around the globe and back. While others only call their comfort zone home.

- I’ve struggled for years to find fellow no-mads that genuinely embraces new turf, as though it’s their own
- I’ve struggled to explain to my closest family and friends how it’s possible to shift from place to place, yet the flame of “Home” never stops burning.
- I’ve struggled to understand how it can hurt so much to leave a country that’s not my own.
- I’ve struggled with the constant judgment of others attempting to gauge my own contentment.

Yet in the end I can only accept that I AM UNIQUELY ME and as long as I have the Spirit of God guiding me- the rest is history!

In less that 4 hours I will board a bus bound for South Africa. I could take 2+ days to arrive, but I’m looking forward to whatever the trip may bring me. Possibly some sleep, a bit of reading, journaling, smelly people, safari landscape, new sites and smells and even the fear of an un-friendly neighbor on the bus. You NEVER know what these kind of trips will become while in Africa, yet one thing is for sure a unique and unusual adventure or two will surface along the way. And I’ll be happy to pass it along once I arrive and find an Internet café.

I hope to touch base a time or two while I’m there. But just in case I’ve finally managed to upload MULTIPLE blog updates and photos form the past 3 weeks of life. They will be posted on every 2 days for one month.

I’m not sure what South Africa will bring with Teen Missions, but I’m looking forward to a new culture, new ‘home’, new friends and memories along the way.

Continue to send mail to Malawi as I’ll end the trip there and don’t want to loose mail in Zambia, South Africa and Malawi in the end.

Blessings to each of you
Keisha

ALL AMERICAN FARMERS TAN

While I sit on the other side of the world and bellow the equator its only expected that my climate will be reversed from the one I left in the mid-west of America. I left the chill of winter and was embraced by the humidity and sunshine of ‘summer/rainy season’.

Regardless of the percentage of rain forecasted each day, I can’t complain. The rain is warm, like it was in California. Although you may be damp or even wet to the bone, you’re never chilled to the bone. And in only a matter of time the solar rays of heat appear and dry you off, leaving more of their mark as they stain the skin that’s exposed. It’s now the eighth week here in Zambia and I can say I’ve worn sunscreen every day, yet my All American farmers tan is impossible to deny. My watch, ring, sleeves, neck line etc.. is enhancing the contrast of my white skin beneath.

5 FOOD I SALAVATE FOR:

1. Pumpkin Pie
2. General To’s Chicken
3. La Fiesta Salsa & Chips
4. Peanut Butter Milkshake
5. Jamba Juice Smoothies

ONE MORE WEEK

I'm in Zambia one more week before making my way to South Africa for Teen Missions. So my current phone number is still valid.

There is a TMI Base in South Africa that I'll be at for some time. Following my time there I'll move to Malawi and finish out the rest of my trip. My scheduled date for return to the USA is March 20.

My new mailing address is for Malawi as that is the last place I'll be and I won't have to chase mail from Zambia to South Africa to Malawi. Thanks for all the goodies and cards so far.

TEEN MISSIONS INTERNATIONAL
c/o Keisha Garber
Private Bag 3
Chipoka, Malawi
Southern Africa

All my love to each of you.
More photos and posts to come... When time allows!!
xox Keisha

HAPPY NEW YEAR

December 31, 2008

This is my third and final traditional American holiday that I’ve celebrated while a leader in boot camp. And yet it’s been just as unique as the rest.

The day to day activities were nothing different from every other day. We worked, ate, prayed, etc… Again, lights out at 21 hours.

Before bed I decided to treat myself to several, rather MULTIPLE packs of jiggies (Chetos) and a small pack of lemon cookies. I refused to allow another holiday slip through my fingers with out some form of food and festivities, even if I was all alone in a tent in the middle of no where.

I even sat my alarm for 23:45 which allowed me to give an official welcome to a new year. 2009!!

Holy Cow! I remember when I was a kid and the year 2000 seemed like an eternity from that point in time. Now it’s 2009 and in a matter of weeks I’ll welcome my 28th birthday.

Time flies when your having fun, and that I’ve done… HAD FUN AND MADE THE MOST OF EACH YEAR THUS FAR!

MARRIAGE COUNCELING

December 30, 2008

Following 40 days of boot camp I concluded that it could become one of the best forms of marriage counseling.

In a matter of hours a group of 5 adults are called “leaders” with a group of 18-30 young adults (teens) that you’re in charge of. Each of you have different ideas, ways of problem solving, thoughts, attitudes, personalities etc… Yet at the end of each day, you all must be in agreement on the issues of the team. And more times than not, you find yourself swallowing your own ideas, and learning to cope with and accept the plans of some one else. This is my concept of marriage; learning to give and take day after day.

AM I KOREAN???

December 29, 2008

When called to town to run a few errands while at boot camp, I found myself in the local super market. While silently passing down another isle, I noticed a local Zambian approaching me. Following her forth
“Hello!” I replied. She asked where I was from, as 90% of the people I encounter do.
“USA!”
“What?”
“America!” I said
“Oh, you’re not Korean?”
“NO!” Confusion took over me. Maybe just maybe I could be mistaken for a European or Canadian, but KOREAN??
She explained that she has Korean currency and wanted me to exchange it for her as the local Bureau of Change refuse.

That’s what a lack of education will do.

HOW QUICKLY [we] FORGET

December 28, 2008

Psalm 106:11-13 NLT
“Then the water returned and covered their enemies, not one of them survived. Then His people believed His promises. Then they sang his praise. Yet how quickly they forgot what he has done”

As I’m still in the midst of boot camp (it never seems to end!) I think back over these 40 days and think of the trails it’s brought. Many low points and a hand full of high points. Boy, has this been a time of growth and Character building. Yet this isn’t the first time I’ve been in a situation of this kind, and of course it won’t be the last. It seems when the fires of life are blazing I forget the previous trials and victories that God brought me from. I too become quickly like the children of Israel and forget Gods provisions and miracles.

My prayer is that when I come against a (wall) of life in the future, I’ll dwell on my God and I won’t doubt the power of his love.

PEACE KEEPER

December 26

While living under the roof of my sister and brother in law this past summer I learned many lessons for life. One of the biggest had to do with raising kids. And now I see that the same lesson can be applied to other areas of life.

The words “Choose your battles” spoke loud to me. As there where many times the kids (my niece and nephew) would choose a behavior or action that would cause a red flag to be raised. Yet if Shan or Cory were to act on each and every disapproving attitude of the kids it could have become a constant correction. Instead they’d choose their battles.

The same concept has been applied here at boot camp in Zambia. I share the duties of leadership with 5 other leaders; each of us holding different thoughts, ideas, concepts and solutions. There are even two whose actions show they have no desire to be here, which has made things more difficult. And as they act out, disobey the rules or ignore the team, and sleep the day away I’m asking myself to choose my battles. Which ones are worth confronting head on and which ones are acceptable to ignore.

I’ve always known I was more of my father’s daughter. My father and I are two peas in a pod. Yet I’ve always desired to be more like my mother. She is meek, mild and goes to the extreme just to keep peace in any situation. She is always a woman of integrity and for these reasons alone I always pray I’ll be more like her in time.

Now I’m learning the sacrifices she’s made to keep peace. It’s not easy to bite your tongue or take the blame when you feel innocent. Yet it is what a woman of God does. I pray I’ll continue to be a peace keeper.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

A dead Christmas Tree... At least they tried!

December 25, 2008


I woke up by 05:30. Christmas day was another ordinary day of the Zambian boot camp, yet un-ordinary in so many other ways.

Of course it’s not my first Christmas out of the country and absent from family, but it was the first with out the presence of a westerner, and hopefully the last. They celebrate the birth of Jesus here in Zambia but it’s NOT THE SAME!

It rained nearly all night and in case you don’t know, I’m back in a tent that leaks, has a broken zipper and sits under a tree. When the wind blows I also get extra droppings from the tree itself. I think I woke every 15-30 minutes just to scoop water out with a cup for fear that I’d be swimming by morning. What a way to ring in Christmas 2008.

The whistle finally blew at 05:30 AM for wake up, and I was pleased. I couldn’t be more ready to escape my tent and the work it brought all night with rain.

I bought some goodies for my team and prepared American coleslaw, beef stew for supper. I also popped some homemade kettle corn and sweet tea for a night snack with devotions. We enjoyed!

I sang all the Christmas carols I could remember from dawn to dusk and made the day special in my own heart.

Although we had an extra day of rest (no work) our bodies are programmed to sleep at 21:00 (9pm). Before I knew it they day had come and gone, but I did what I could to not take the significance of CHRISTmas for granted.

I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

December 24, 2008 n

“I’ll be home for Christmas just you wait and see. Please have snow and mistletoe and presents around the tree. Christmas eve is coming just you wait and see. I’ll be home for Christmas IF ONLY IN MY DREAMS!”

Sure enough Christmas Eve has come and I find myself in the most remote locations ever imaginable, the bush of Chiwala, Zambia. I’m stranded with five other adults and 18 teens that only speak English on occasion, have no understanding of the American feast I’m sacrificing to be here, and I’ve not bathed for two days. I’ve occupied my time with reading Christmas cards that some of you so graciously sent, singing Christmas carols, and thinking of the snow that may be covering the around and the fire place that brings warmth to body and soul (that side).

This isn’t the first Christmas away from family. However, it is the first with out other westerners who share the passion to celebrate in like mind. Welcome to life as a missionary. Sacrifices aren’t just a part of life, but also a choice you make.

The absence of family tugs at my heart and the desire for a life partner (spouse) only grows deeper. I found myself for the first time in 18 years on my knees begging God for a man after His own heart to marry me. A man who will lead me spiritually, a man who’s called to live for the needs of others (missionary), a man who will complete me. Not only do I desire some one to lead me, but to be my companion to share the highs and lows of life with.

As much as I thought Hankalinge MacDonald was the one, I’ve seen he’s not. Yes, he’s a man who loves God, some one I respect and I became a better person just by knowing him, yet he’s not the Right one for me. My mom has always told me “Don’t settle for Silver if you can have Gold.” Gold is God’s best and Hank isn’t Gold for me, but for some one else. So the hunt continues and in due time God will bring Mr. Right for me. Red, yellow, black, or white … color, culture and age isn’t the number one issue, as long as He has a PASSION for Christ Jesus. Time will tell who this mystery man will be!

I pray that each of you is sharing the reason for the season with those who surround you. I pray for health, safety and a deeper love for our creator and Savior. I hope you’ll be able to feast on your favorite dishes (for me) and consume all the sweets ones heart can desire.

I send my love, friendship, and prayers and Truth of Jesus to each of you.
Matthew 2: 2 “Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star as it rose, and we have come to worship him.”
- Go and worship the King of Kings and Lord of Lords today!

FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST

“Free at last, Free at last, Thank God Almighty [we] are Free at last” – Martin Luther King
Oh what a time it has been, one to never forget! Zambia Teen Missions Boot Camp has finally come to an end and I’m free at last.

As many rough times and miserable moments that I found myself in, I must admit, it was bitter sweet in the end. Yes, I was chastised and ignored by some, how ever my team members where sweet hearts that kept me going and made it all worth my while. I was ready to say farewell, but in my heart of hearts I knew I’d miss a few of them more than the rest. They became the light in my darkness and they managed to put a smile on my face for one reason or another time and time again.

My health has been 110% and I’ve consumed a tremendous amount of sugar… I think the diabetic ‘scare’ was just coincidental, praise the Lord. I don’t think I could have managed without sugar for the rest of my days…

The future in Africa still holds many “To Do’s” and a few more countries to possibly explore through TMI but the final plans are not in place. I will do my best to keep each of you updated as time goes by and schedules and time tables are set.

At this point I will no longer be in Zambia past Jan 18 (at the latest) so as I said before, HOLD ALL MAIL and PACKAGES. I will retrieve an address for the next TMI base that I’ll be located at, and I’ll pass it along in due time. Thanks for all the goodies up till now.

I pray that each of you are being Blessed as you embark into a new adventure in a new year 2009!! Set your New Years Resolutions HIGH and keep in mind that ALL THINGS are possible in Christ!!

I’ll continue with the remaining journal entries that I have from boot camp and hope that my future entries won’t be the extreme of ‘post dated’ material and information.

Until next time, I’m enjoying my freedom in the real world in a “REAL” house and not a leaking tent with my good friends The Walkers and Karen. Praise God for other American missionaries.
Keisha

PSALM 31

December 18, 2008

Again this Psalm has been brought in the forefront of my mind as life hasn’t yet become that box of chocolate I was hoping for. Yet the peace of God is still deep within me and with that alone, I know I’ll get through this time.

It amazes me how life is so contrast from the Africa to America. On some level, it’s expected, but in this other ‘grey’ area of life it’s still an unsolved mystery to me.

If I could try and explain it, I’d say this… Lives in America are lived in a bubble and that bubble is a buffer. With in that bubble, individuals are able to buy health, buy foods that always satisfy (even if food allergies exist). American’s buy status in society and all the material possessions one can desire. They even some how manage to buy time, as crazy as that sounds. If by chance, they themselves aren’t able to buy enough time in a day, than they hire some one else’s time to finish to “To Do” lists. Even weather they buy. They are able to leave a cold place for months on end so the warmth of another region will bring comfort. They’re able to build proper shelters from weather, green houses to grow food year round, and even pay some one to study the weather patterns just to get a warning for rain or snow. Again, all of this is from the benefit of $$$$$ and since we’ve always had the luxury of such things in America, it’s expected that our bubble won’t burst and such patterns of life will continue.

However, life in a third would country is all about chance. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “Life is Africa is al about Survival. They live to survive, and survive until they die.”

Death is a given for all of us, but my life in a western world gives me more opportunity to buy a longer lasting life and be ahead of the curve, not behind it.

Here in Africa I’m forced into a faith based dependency on God. It’s not in my power any longer to guarantee tomorrow. Yet there is more freedom (for me) in a life of faith and survival than the life I lived in my bubble where I’m always concerned that ‘someday’ my bubble would burst. I hope I never take for granted the life I have and the blessings God gives, no matter where I live.

PESECUTION

“Back to life, back to reality.” That is the 80’s song that comes to mind when reflecting on the persecutions of my fellow lady boot camp leaders.

Some times we don’t have the choice to escape life or the reality that life brings. I’ve been trying to teach my own female team members the very same lesson, as I too have had the chance to practice what I preach.

My fellow lady leaders are two BMW (Bible, Missionary, Work) students through Teen Missions and becoming a boot camp leader is part of their schooling. So its by force they’re here, not choice. One of them has ten year seniority on me (age). However she’s been placed on probation and I was asked to take the leading role with our team.

One thing I should explain is this. Age carries all the weight here in Zambia. Even if you don’t have experience (in one area) it is assumed that you do, and as the elder you are called to fill certain shoes. Needless to say, it was a real slap in the face to my sister as I filled the shoes that she should have filled. And like some, when our feelings are hurt or we feel belittled we do what we can to get revenge. (So it seemed) She got the other Zambian lady leader to join her ‘club’ and they both did what they could to make me feel out of place and un-informed and alone.

Part of me wanted to tell them to grow up and come back when they were ready to be leaders and not immature team members. Another part of me hurt for the girls on our team as they could use each one of us leaders to mold and make them into stronger woman of God.

Than the pressure built… The cultural difference was becoming more and more dramatic and our desire and purpose for being there was never close to being the same. I only came to love kids and assist them through their spiritual journey in life. I didn’t come to make enemies or best friends for that matter. So why were they so against me? Maybe I’ll never know. But one thing is sure. It’s building character inside of me and I can only pray that in time it will all change. Nothing is impossible for God.

FAREWELL X2

December 22, 2008


Today will be my second farewell to Chiwala. Which is the TMI Orphans Rescue Unit located in the bush where my team of 24 was assigned for boot camp work project. We spent 17 days here completing a list of chores and projects each day. On top of our daily devotions, bible marking, scripture memories, library, EATING and other odds and ends that were combined to create our calendar each day. My first goodbye was when I left for the hospital, but today our entire team will say Bon voyage!

Leaving Chiwala in the truck, all piled in!


Our team members did well. There was minimal complaining, great team work, spiritual growth, out of this world prayers, quality GG questions, and we were even blessed with an over abundance of big fat ripe juicy mangos. Each one of us had the opportunity to eat mangos until our hearts desired. Two team members even managed to live on the liquid of mango juice and they never drank water the entire 17 days from the bore hole. Of course the moment they showed signs of dehydration I would have forced them to drink, but as it was, they were okay. “Survivors” as one of them said.

Working hard at weeding 5 hectors


There were two battles before us day in and day out; sickness and witchcraft. It’s safe to assume that a hand full of you have already rolled your eyes, or think I’m off my rocker for even using the word witch craft. But I ask you to hear me out on this one. We are told in Ephesians 6:11-19 “Put on all of Gods armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies of the devil. For we are not fighting against flesh- and- blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in heavenly places… Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion.”

And I believe it! There are some countries, towns or villages where witchcraft or evil rulers are more prevalent, and Chiwala was and is one of them. It was real and it was seen and heard by all. It was a real life opportunity to practice what we preach and “PRAY and TRUST GOD AS IF WE WERE DYING.”

When life is smooth sailing we tend to be relaxed with God and our time of conversation/prayers with him. But when life throws you a curve ball, it’s time to put on our armor, get in the batters box and believe that the God I serve will allow me to be victorious over the evil doers of the ‘un-seen’ world.


The more we prayed as a team the voices, bats and foots steps on our ‘metal roof’ would increase. However, I’m glad to report “Greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world”.

Our second obstacle was sickness, more exact “cerebral malaria”. I was the first one down. High High HIGH fever, low blood sugar, black outs, four days of constant diarrhea, and two days in the hospital. Next were Reuben, Katuale, Albert, Lucky, Joseph and Edward. Albert was the only one with out hospitalization. The rest were down and out for the count, even hospitalized, which is a LAST result in a place like this. However God allowed each one of us to be healed and be victorious in His name. No casualties at this point in time.

Lucky was sick, in the hospital the following day in serious condition



We’ll be having the water checked in Chiwala as it could be the source for all our issues. The two boys that lived on Mango juice, never had any signs or symptoms… Hmmm….

CHIWALA MEMORIES

December 23, 2008


Aside from the monotony of our daily schedules and routine of life I have two short stories I’m compelled to share.

In honor of our Saviors birth and the welcoming of a new year we decided to slaughter a goat and feast on the beast. Two leaders and two team members (Mwelwa and Lucky) stepped up to the plate and became ‘real men’, at least in my eyes. There is something to be admired in a ‘man’ who is willing and able to kill an animal with his own bare hands and a kitchen knife from start to finish! I assured them time and time again if they weren’t already MEN, today was the day. I was astonished at their bravery (as neither of them had done this before). I volunteered to be the photographer and bystander as I find no need to prove I can do the job of a man ;-) It was amazing and inspiring!




My last story ties into the feast of the beast. Our male leaders were hoping to dry the meat and preserve it for new years, so half the team left in search of solid fire wood. After the spotting of a near by tree they began hacking away at it with a small hand held ax. In no time, half of the tree (a mature full grown tree) fell on the dirt road blocking the path completely for any passing automobiles. Mine you, automobiles are few and far between in the bush, but none the less the job became much bigger than originally expected. I’m so thankful that I was there to get a good laugh and find comedy in the moment, no to mention I was able to capture many Kodak moments through out the day.


Ahhh… the memories of Chiwala!! As you can see Chiwala blessed us with many stories and times of prayer and praise. 10 days remain before we’ll head back to the Teen Missions base in Ndola. There we’ll complete de-brief and tie up loose ends before bringing the camp to an official end Jan 3. I look forward to the work of our mighty God and His provisions in the days to come.

Packages

Thanks to those of you who kindly sent packages my way. AT THIS TIME, I don't plan to be in Zambian past Jan 18, which means I won't be able to accept the packages that would be sent after TODAY.

Snail mail/Parcel Post takes up to two weeks, but packages can take a month. So please hold the packages (if you have more) and I'll get the Malawi TMI Base address so you can send them that side, as I plan to head there next.

Thanks to each of you once again.
My love goes out to you.

There will be more to come as Boot camp will close (at last) this Saturday. I hope to send MANY post-dated updates along to you at the end of boot camp.

My health has been 100% as well as my Faith and Peace and Joy! Thanks for the prayers!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Keisha

Uuuugghh!!! [sigh]

December 16, 2008


What a week it’s been. Outcast by my fellow lady leaders in Chiwala, sick and hospitalized for 2 days, back to the TMI base (alone) to heal, discouraged by staff here, robbed on my hospital bill, forced to eat like a diabetic, wounds that won’t heal, my family still (knew) nothing, I have NO ONE, I’m left with out my bible for 4 days, was refused to return to Chiwala. And now here I sit, Refreshed, Renewed, and Rejuvenated!! By what you may ask?

It began with a knock at my door while I was at the base recovering, I opened it and gladly received mail from three people. One of which was a complete stranger from Iowa. She stumbled across my blog on line and sent my first (Christmas) package to encourage me- if she only knew!!!! The others were Christmas cards with personal notes and even a photo to cherish. Ahhh!!! I can’t tell you how precise the timing has been for this mail.

Second, I received my toothbrush, pillow, bible and shampoo of which I’ve been with out for four days. What a difference each item can bring ones life. Oh to be clean from head to tooth.

Third, I searched the bible for verses I could pray and stand on, as this time in Zambia has been a real test of faith, to say the least. The first verse I came upon was ISAIAH 61 :1. “The spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me, for the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to comfort the brokenhearted and to proclaim that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed.”

It wasn’t what I was looking for, but it spoke much deeper to my soul. I was searching for verses to build me up and comfort me, but instead God reminded me my PURPOSE for this chapter in life and it’s to comfort OTHERES, share His TRUTH to the poor and through His Spirit I am to be a “tool” to set the captives (those who don’t know of Him) free as they’ll find freedom in His gift of salvation. What better time of year to share His story than CHRISTmas.

As I close my eyes at the end of another day I’ll embrace my PURPOSE, Thank God for greeting cards and tooth brushes and focus on the words my Gram Marcele wrote me “God is as close to me as my breath”. Good night!

NO ICE CHIPS just ICE COLD BED PANS

Dec 13,14

Not only are there notable cultural differences from my heritage in the state to Zambia, the ER [Emergency Room] visits are no exception to the rule.

I invite you to join me as I take you down memory lane in my 2nd Zambian hospital experience.

Saturday Dec 13 started as just another routine day with my team in the bush of Chiwala. I felt a little light headed while working in the field for a few hours, but choose to ignore it. By lunch my stomach wasn’t prepared to consume traditional Zambian cuisine, so I munched on 1 boiled egg and 3 free ripe mangos (straight from the trees that surround our camp). By this time I was a bit weak, but not enough to slow me down. Then BAM!!! Out of no where I was hit with a HIGH, and I stress HIGH fever, horrific migraine headache, and an upset stomach. I acknowledge my own lack of hydrations and climate chance from the TMI base to Chiwala along with the 10-15 mangos consumed each day played some role in my health. Never the less, I was VERY ILL and it wasn’t just dehydration or mangos that contributed to my illness, it was MUCH MORE.

The head male leader has a surplus of medicine in which he pushed a lot of pills down my throat. Lord only knows what they were. I was too sick to care.

Nearly 12 hour after the fever began I attempted to use the toilet on my own. Every one was fast asleep and the rain was coming down. My hope was to not inconvenience them. So I located my head lamp, and slipped into my rain boots. My strength was quickly being sucked away… The last thing I remember was looking at the door. Than I blacked out and fell onto a large bag of dry beans and two fellow lady female leaders. I finally woke up to them asking me what happened. I managed to mumble the words “I need a toilet”. So they used combined effort to move me and carry me to the out house… I blacked out again. This time was much longer. My body broke out into a cold sweat and in no time I was swimming I my own pool of sweat. This time all I managed to mumble was “Hospital and Toilet”. The head male leader was woke up and called the TMI Base for a ride to the hospital.

Again my mind is fuzzy to recall all the details. But one thing not to be forgotten was the long and BUMPY ride down a muddy dirt road to the hospital.

Still unable to lift my own eye lids or fingers I was carried to a bed in a private hospital. I remember the comfort it brought jut to sit and lay flat.

Doctors and nurses took blood, started my IV, and with many painful and un-successful attempts they tried to give me a catheter (sp). In replace of it, I received many ICE cold metal bed pans.

My blood sugar level was a 17 (Zambian numbers) and they tell me it should have been a 5. So I was labeled as a diabetic. My Malaria tests were positive as well. So they started injections for malaria treatment and pain. Mean while they left a few new bruises on my butt every hour or two. I received nearly 6 bags of IV fluid in the first 24 hours and my first attempt to be wheeled to the toilet resulted in another black out.

I asked for ice chips but they don’t have any ice. I finally asked for crackers, forgetting (even in private hospitals) they don’t’ provide ANY food, hospital gowns, bathing supplies, etc… It’s up the each patient to bring their own. Welcome to lower cost health care expenses. At least this private hospital provided bed sheets, and a horrible but functional pillow. I even had curtains closing off my bed from the others, and nurses that were there to help only after I’d SHOUT and SHOUT “Ba sister” “Ba Nurse” to get her attention. There’s only ONE nurse for all of the patients. I guess I take for granted that we have “call lights/buttons” on airplanes, not to mention hospital rooms in the USA.

I was too sick to be lonely (at first). But as I recovered boredom and loneliness got the best of me.

My IV blew a vein and they had to switch hands. My hips were bruised with multiple (double digits) injections. My neck was stiff from lying in bed for 3 days and I STILL had diarrhea. When will this end? When can I call home to tell my family? When can I see my team again and enjoy the laughter they bring me? When can I eat crackers and chicken noodle soup? WHEN???

I was finally healing and refusing med’s. Why should I push pills or injections when I ‘m on the mend? Yes, I’m a Garber!!

I even refused a nurse to dress my infected sore, as I disagreed with her theory for healing. Maybe that’s what did it? She was ready to see me out the door. And soon after that I was able to meet one on one with the doctor and he had me on my way. His only advice was to eat a DIABETIC diet! NO problem, just let me Get out of here!!! I’m more than happy to buy and cook American food again and skip a week or two of Nshima and Zambian cuisine.

After being discharged, TMI picked me up from the hospital and had me back in a dorm bed to rest within no time.

I hope to join my team in Chiwala with in a day or two if all goes well. Even there, I’ll rest and cook a special diet each day. I just miss the bond and companionship of our team. I’m ready to have them back me laugh as it’s food to my soul.

PRAYER REQUESTS

PLEASE PRAY FOR:

* LIVES TO BE CHANGED AND IMPACTED BY JESUS CHRIST
* MERCY, TEAM WORK, PATIENCE, PEACE, & UNITY AMONG ALL
* HEALTH

ME PERSONAL:

* GUIDANCE WITH MY FUTURE AS TO WHERE IN AFRICA AND WHEN I'LL BE SERVING WITH TEEN MISSIONS FULL TIME
* CLEAR FUTURE DIRECTION WITH HANKALINGE ( TO BE... OR NOT TO BE.. ) ??
* TWO INFECTIONS THAT HAVEN'T HEALED
* A MONEY CRISIS ON THIS END (AFRICA) THAT INVOLVES $3,000.00USD THAT HAVE BEEN 'STOLEN' AT THIS POINT IN TIME.
* I'LL HAVE A SERVANTS HEART DAY AFTER DAY!

CARE PACKAGE REQUESTS:

I've complied a list of items I'd love to receive for those of you who have asked:

-Cheapest way to send any packages is to go to your local USPS (United States Postal Office) and request a "FLAT RATE BOX" which will be ONE price no matter the amount of weight you send.
- MARK the box that says GIFT
- List "snacks, used books, gifts" as items your sending NEVER say CD's, NEW CLOTHES, TECHNOLOGY of any kind.. or they will OPEN it an KEEP IT ALL!!!
- Place the least expensive items on the top on the box in case they open it at customs
- for the value, say less than $5.00USD as they will see BIG dollar signs and KEEP IT!

* GUM (EXTRA Spearmint 5sticks)
* KRAFT flavored mini marshmallows
* EASY Mac-N-Cheese
* SNICKERS MARATHON POWER BARS (found at Walmart)
* STAR BURST original flavor
* SWEDISH FISH original
* ZESTY saltine crackers (red box)
* USED or NEW finger nail polish to paint the orphan's nails
* SOFT GRANOLA bars (peanut butter or choc. chip, or oatmeal raisin) any brand
* CHILDREN S CHRISTIAN CD's (Ceadermount kids) to teach Sunday school songs that I can't remember
* PEPPERMINT candies (original red and white round hard mints)
* "FIBER ONE" Choc. chip granola bars (found at most groceries stores)
* I-Tunes Gift Cards.
* Recommended Christian books

Phone, Mailing Address:

My phone number (which you can call as of Jan 4)
The best rates we found for International calling cards were on www.vip.com (CHEAP)
You'll dial
01126-0979281039
Don't forget I'm 7hours ahead of Eastern Standard Time in the USA

MAILING ADDRESS :
Teen Missions
c/o Keisha Garber
PO BOX 71569
Ndola, ZAMBIA

"KICK OFF"

November 28
Teen Missions Zambia Boot Camp has officially had it's kick off. Wake up calls at 5AM or (3AM every three days when I'm on KP 'cooking'). Rain or shine, mostly RAIN! We're calling a 'tent' home, and practicing team work, team work, and more team work all the way up until 9pm when we all go running to bed after and busy and physically tiring day. As the day of physical work comes to and end the time of spiritual work begins. We pray all night long that our tents will hold up and the monsoons won't flood us. It's only a matter of time before it happens, I assure you. (since I wrote this.. we have lost multiple tents to the wind and rain... even I have had water standing in my tent and had to use a cup to remove it. One cup full at at time Welcome to RAINY season boot camp in AFRICA!

Even though my time in boot camp has just begun, I believe the definition of boot camp should be re-defined "Intentional Misery"! ha ha

Ephesians 2 :20
Together, we are His house, built on the foundations of the apostles and the prophets. And the cornerstone is Christ Jesus Himself."

"BUILDING CHARACTER"

December 02, 2008
Growing up I heard a few select phrases from the mouth of my father many times, some more than others. One that stands out an still echoes in my mind is this, "It's building character." It never seemed to fail. When the 'going got tough' and life seemed a bit less than what i bargained for, I could count on my dad to say what he found to be an encouragement, but I found it to be nothing less than affirmation that life, was indeed rough, and may not be smooth in a blink of the eye.

Even now as I left the next of my parents 8 1/2 years ago, I can visualize my father saying those very words even in this very moment of life. Life is difficult. The pressure is on. I'm no longer on the 'mountain top of life' but rather, I'm down in the valley. My pride is deflating like a loose balloon, I'm becoming a bit more selfless, and merciful toward those who are the 'odd' man out.

You see, I've been a bit ahead of the crowd the majority of my life (at least in my own little world). So times when God allows me to join the minority, they seem a bit 'un-fair'. But in time my bitterness and rejection take the back seat and finally I'm able to accept it, choose the right attitude, and pray that God will create His character in me, which is never put to waste in the end.

32 days to go of Zambian boot camp! ... Keep praying!

Isaiah 43:2-3 "When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, uou will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you. For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy one of Israel, your savior."

"IN & OUT BURGER"

December 03, 2008
As I sit in the heat of Zambia, surrounded with hundreds of teens singing Praise to our God and creator. I catch myself running to the thoughts my mind is trapped upon, the In & Out Burger shirt on the body of a team member one foot from me. Let me clarify a bit.

1. In & Out Burger is a huge hamburger chain out west in the USA
2. My team member has no idea what 'it' is, or what (hes) missing.
3. He just bought the shirt from a local market, as Salvation Army and Good Will supply a surplus of clothing donations to Zambia

As for me and my 6 1/2 years living in California it was nearly considered a sin to not consume at least I mean a week from IN & OUT. In face a few friends had IN & OUT at their own wedding day.

Feel free to send one my way :) ha ha

Psalms 34:1 I will praise the Lord at all times. I will constantly speak His praises.

"CRIES FROM THE (my) HEART"

December 05, 2008

** As King David cried out to God, I too share the depth of his words and the cries of his heart during my time at boot camp and the battles that are raging war around me.

Psalms 31:7-10
7. I will be glad and rejoice in your unfailing love, for you have seen my troubles, and you care about the anguish of my soul.
8. You have not handed me over to my enemies but have set me in a safe place.
9. Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress. Tears blue my eyes. My body and should are withering away.
10. I am dying from grief, my years are shortened by sadness.

"THE BONUS BELL IS RINGING IN ZAMBIA"

December 6, 2008

Here are a few things I've found to be a blessing, not a curse' while returning to Africa

1. You don't need the voice of Madonna to be here and sing, as the voices of the black are loud and harmonious, so you won't be heard.
2. No fashion rules to follow. No runway shows to attend. Zip, Zero, None!
3. You can skip a day or two of bathing, as some one around you is likely to smell worse!
4. Ink pens can be traded for valuable souvenirs. Imagine!
5. No need to carry a dates book or personal planner, as the Zambians march to the beat of their own drum and clock. We call it BMT "Black Man Time"
6. Rainy season, better known as monsoon season (in some areas) is the time to visit for those who require more 'rest'. The Zambians FEAR the rain an all the actives come to a sudden halt, until the rain subsides.
7. Grocery lists don't exist as they eat the same meal every day (Nshima & relish) from birth to death. It's the staple food and it's DAILY!
8. A silent rule of public nose picking. Even while speaking face to face with some one is fair game. Every one at one time or another wishes to do 'it', and here, we do!!
9. My name Keisha finally fits the culture I'm in. Maybe if I'm in the sun long enough, my skin will match the culture as well :-)
10. If an old tire is found. Nearly any thing can be fixed. Rubber strips are the cure all!

With all the blessing of Zambia, I've concluded that there is one thing missing. SARCASM. They don't laugh at themselves, accept sarcasm or even make jokes often. It's a shame and it's some thing I dearly miss in my world.

"EXCEEDING MY UNDERSTANDING"

December 07,2008

Philippians 4:6-7 " Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all He has done. Then you will experience Gods' peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."

I can't say I haven't worried in the past week, but I can say I've been praying about each and every last item of stress and concern. In return God has given me His peace which has exceeded my won understanding.

By now I've come to know my team members and their strengths and weaknesses. As well as my fellow leaders. There are 5 leaders (total) among 18 Zambian teens (ages 13-18). Each of us 'leaders' are all very different the way we tackle problems and resolve conflict. Yet all in all, we have managed to trust one another, and we have finally learned to communicate despite our cultural differences. What a challenge! Each aspect of the "boot camp" is also creating stronger men and woman for the Lord, which is our purpose. We are here to "BUILD TEENS, not buildings".

I believe we all learn at one time or another that "team work" is a must in life, and those who don't grasp the depth of working together suffer. And although I'm a 'leader' in this camp, I'm still learning the same valuable lesson of time and team work, along with my fellow team members. Especially as I feel called to share the love and trust of Jesus with those who don't even know He exists here in Africa. And to be effective in my time of service requires me to adapt to their culture, anot enforce my won. Team work!

We're left with 3 days here in Ndola, until we move to our own 'team projects' in the bush. We'll remain in the bush for 21 days building, sharing song of Jesus and stories of His love with the use of puppets as well as fighting more rain in more tents.

I'm a SURVIVOR .. with God by my side

I had a major bank EMERGENCY and I was allowed out of TMI boot camp for a SHORT time to check on thing... Praise be to God, it is nearly ALL worked out, just one last final detail! Man I was STRESSED!!!!

So as you can tell I'm here (still) and although I'm not enjoying boot camp one bit it's been very humbling and a time to watch and learn from their culture. Yes, I learned a lot last year in regards to their culture, but there is always some thing more to learn. Again, life with Christ is never 'perfect' or a bed of roses, so I'm trying to be patient, and let Him work in this time. After all if life was grand 24/7 I'd not be as dependant on him and I'd rely more on myself to keep going. Rather in times like this (misery) I'm on my knees day and night asking for His strength and wisdom to keep going. I just know in the end, this will be a time of growth that will be irreplaceable.

PLEASE PRAY FOR:
++ Health, so far so good! Even w/out out boiling water etc...
++ That I'll be a servant to the Lord and to my team and other leaders, not myself
++ Loneliness which is more than I can handle some times
++ Selflessness
++ Wisdom for the future and relationship with MacDonald
++ Spiritual growth


One last thing.
I have a mailing address here that you can send LETTERS to. I'd LOVE to hear from you either in EMAILS or mail as I'm missing each and every one of you. Most mail takes up to 2 weeks and I'll be found here until the middle of Jan before going to Malawi (most likely) The address is bellow:

Teen Missions Zambia
Att: Keisha Garber
PO BOX 71569
Ndola, ZAMBIA

Feeling your prayers and missing the western world, but still LOVING Africa!!!
xoxox
Keisha

MY Bucket List

This is a list of items I wish to do before “Kicking the Bucket”
“Out of 1,000 people 96% said they do NOT wish to know the exact day that they will die, if it were possible.” however, I think I honestly would fall into that 4% that would choose to know, why not? You'd either make the best of the time you had left, or waste it away, the choice would be yours, just like it is now.

Ancient Egyptians believed you were asked two questions before your ‘soul’ could enter the kingdom of heaven. And the god’s would ask them two questions. Their answers determined if they’d enter or not. How would you answer these questions?
• Have you found joy in your life?
• Has your life brought JOY to others?

The following if a list that I have comprised (so far) but it will be an endless time of adding & crossing off items as the years pass me by.

1. Live & Travel in an RV
2. Travel to 50 countries by the time I’m 50
3. Join the Peace Corp with my husband in our 60’s
4. Travel into Space
5. Learn to play the fiddle (well)
6. Have a short Broadway career
7. Base Jump on 6 different continents
8. Become a photographer & or journalist for National Geographic
9. Complete a full Triathlon
10. Study & work with cadavers
11. Write a book of my life's adventures/travels
12. Cage dive with the Great White Sharks in S.Africa
13. Have my body donated to science once I die
14. Drive a NASCAR (still regretting the time I passed this up for a 'boy')
15. Raise my children in at least 3 different cultures

Mwuli Shani "How are You" in Bemba

Greetings once again from my home sweet home, Zambia.

I have allowed enough time to type a few notes that I've taken along the way and I've posted them in order (bellow) for you to enjoy. There are not too many 'details' of the present or future, after all the details are 'boring' so I'll add a quick note just now to fill you in.

I made it, as you'll read the stories bellow. I'm here to assist Teen Missions but only as a volunteer, I'm not on "Staff" as of yet, but the day 'could' come! I've been asked to stay in Zambia to do some work with their up coming boot camp and deep bush outreach projects which will go from Nov 26 - Jan 3. I'll be working along all national staff during that time to train and disciple the youth of Zambia to be followers and servants for the Lord. I look forward to the time, yet I know there will be MANY challenges along the way.

- I'll be sleeping in a tent during rain season
- I'll have no chance to boil water to drink, so I'll be PRAYING for miracles and no worms!
- I'll be eating pure 100% Zambian food 24/7 during these two months (no chance to buy or cook for myself)
- I'll deal with attitudes, homesickness, laziness, etc.. of the nearly 400 teens that will be attending this boot camp
- I'll have ZERO personal space or time, which we all know I crave
- I'll be without any phone calls, email or interaction with westerners
- I'll be left to fend for myself during all the major holidays that will be upon us, which will be sad
- I'll be followed around and watched like a hawk, as I'm the only white girl to be found, and all the nationals find my way of life and way of doing things very intriguing

Okay, I guess you get the hint. So you can be praying for a time of peace, devotion to God and a relaxed and flexible spirit.

Again, I will be w/out contact to the 'real' world during this time, but I will follow up with each of you once I return to the real world.

Thanks for all your prayers and emails you've sent. I read them all, but have had no time or money to respond to each of them. KEEP the updates on your end of life coming, as it's the only connection I have to YOU and the world I once knew.

I send my love and best wishes through out this holiday season.