5 more days and Jason will be picking up the team from the USA! I believe it’s two men and a baby…just kidding. Taking it back old school. Ummm…6 ladies…girls rule, boys drool? Wow. Sorry. I don’t know what has gotten into me today, except I’m tired and surrounded by children most of the time. Wait, who am I kidding. I’m actually pretty immature without them. I laugh at their toots and try to pick fights with them all day long…

Anyway, we are excited for the outreach opportunity for this team. They are going to go a little further down the road to a village we haven’t ministered to before so be praying that the people will be willing to listen, hear, and act. If they just need prayer and some uplifting then I am praying God will stir their hearts and bring some peace and comfort in that regards, too! I will probably be homeschooling away during this time, or maybe will call it a field trip…either way I’ll be praying for them. Won’t you join me? Should be a fun, uplifting and crazy week. Pictures to come!

Home.schooling.

It’s a love/hate relationship.

Frankly I’m not sure I love it, and frankly I’m not sure I hate it.

So on our 4/5th week of school I want to blog about these days, so I can reflect in a few years and then make a decision. Plus I am a “list-er” so I may need to see on paper how off kilter this list is…or isn’t.

I love spending some “quality” time with my boys. I am trying to get some structure going here, but so far it hasn’t quite worked itself out yet. It’s hard trying to balance three boys on different books and different levels, with an occasional question or more like interruption from my high schooler. Then you throw in the girls running away from Mrs. Judah (it’s become a game) right through the middle of our “school” room and of course the people coming to the door for various things at various times. Ms. Jane taking care of the house and well…you can see why it’s a little difficult to keep the attention of everyone. We are surviving though, and I enjoy (that could be a white lie) being the one to help them learn hopefully a few things! Hopefully.

I don’t like teaching. That’s a great line to follow up with, huh? It’s not my gift. I am a perfectionist, and I want it how I want it, when I want, and written exactly like the book. Yeah, that go with the flow and adjust to each kid thing doesn’t work to well for me. HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU PEOPLE (and by people I mean teachers) SURVIVE WITH 18+ DIFFERENT CHITLINS??? YES, I know that was all CAPS. I meant for it to be. Although I guess, the positive is you are teaching the same thing to all those little chitlins. Anyway, my point is I would much rather be doing quality time with my kids playing a board game, or cards, or canoeing, or hiking, or watching a hysterical movie (I LOVE to hear my kids belly laugh) or clean the house, or travel, bake, cook, or basically anything besides sit at a table and feel responsible for the outcome of their lives. Their spouses lives. Their children’s future, my grandchildren for crying out loud…I can’t handle the pressure of their success or failure. Wait. Maybe I’m a little carried away. Point is, I have come to a semi-resolve with myself that God is doing far more in their hearts and minds that will last a lifetime than the Mayflower or any x-y=c problem I could throw at them. For such a time as this we will survive. Right???

I am grateful my kids are here learning (relative word) and focusing on some other things besides trying to “keep up” with their friends! I remember being in high school and the new pressures that brought with trying to be with the in crowd, but still trying to please my christian friends and family, and ultimately not disappoint Jesus too much either. Too bad, He wasn’t at the front of my thoughts. So, for that I am grateful that I’m not having to say “no” 24/7 to trashy movies, books, music, and clothes that they will wear a handful of times and decide its not what they wanted. They are seeing that most of the kids around us have worn the same clothing day in and day out LITERALLY for the whole entire year we’ve been here. Don’t get me wrong I love me some clothes and !!!SHOES!!!, but it’s a little more prioritized now in our minds.

I miss my kids having their friends (because frankly their parents were my friends too), and physical activities (soccer leagues, football, baseball, basketball, riding bikes and skateboards up and down the street with no helmets…we lived on the wild side), community groups, school events and in a nutshell socializing with real live bodies. If you know anything about our family it’s we love people! We love a crowd! We love hanging out! I miss them hanging out.

I pray that if my kids are ever in a school setting again, aren’t “behind.” I pray that if they are they will grab it by the horns and catch up or just keep going, but never give up!

I treasure the fact that school for us is based around Biblical thinking and principles. I have been given a chance to see my kids learn more about scriptures, memorize some of it, and apply it to situations we have been in over and over. I wouldn’t have gotten these moments if not for being here. I am also thankful I decided to go with a christian based curriculum. I had initially thought it wouldn’t really matter considering our lives are based around Jesus and we try to teach them Jesus in our every day lives, but I am SOOOO thankful God directed me in that decision. How or why did I think they could ever get enough of Him.

I wish I was more disciplined to study God’s word with them all even when they were in school before now, but to be candid it didn’t happen like I would’ve preferred it too. Oh sure, we prayed together and the occasional devotion, scripture on our walls, raised in church, and me using scripture to reinforce my “jumping down their throats,” but not like a given time everyday that they took something from the word and read it and applied it. This is something I want to apply from now on. I want them to feel free to come to me with questions, not that I will know all the answers, but you get my point. I want them to know I am praying for them and pushing them to make God real in their lives for themselves. I believe they are seeing what’s truly close to Jesus’ heart and how a lot of other silly things don’t matter too much.

I would never trade this time God has given us here for anything. I have said it a million times and I’ll say it again, “we all have new perspectives on life and love.” For now this is what God has put before us, “For such a time as this.”

Until next year, or I get the hankering to blog about school again, Keep Calm and Homeschool On!
Lacey

I will leave you with this to ponder from A Holy Experience Blog:
Early sacrifice for later bounty.
Yes it’s the pruning of seemingly good leaves that can grow a better life. It takes courage to crop a life back-but it’s exactly the way to have the best crop of all. What seems like hard work that’s taking an eternity today-is exactly what may make the most difference in eternity.

Jan 2013

Jan 2013

Aprilish 2012

Aprilish 2012

Before Aprilish 2012

Before Aprilish 2012

I just blogged to say “I LOVE YOU!”
I just blogged to say “How much I care!”
I just blogged to say “I LOVE YOU!”
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
Of my heart.
Of myyyy hearrrrttttt!!!

Just thought you’d want to hear that today!
(((Hugs))) Lacey

These are the days I'll never forget!

These are the days I’ll never forget!

Catherine and I had a lot of laughs doing these pics together for a blog post for your amusement! :) Don’t mind my red eyes…allergies Or the halfway painted nails…they all looked pretty til I scrubbed dishes all morning, but hey thanks to my gelous nail topcoat I only lost 3 out of 10! Oh and the henna tattoo fading up and down my right arm. It was from Jason and I’s anniversary dinner! We had turbin’s wrapped around our heads too, and forgot about them as we met some of the USA high school boys basketball team (along with their coaches/parents). I am pretty sure they questioned our accountability based on looks- with our claim to the USA, ministry work here, and our southern accents…but hey we being the sports fanatics we are were a tiny bit giddy!

Enjoy!!

A basic vest

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Halter style

 

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Picnic blanket or “save-your-booty-from-the-dirt” blanket

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Basic wrap around skirt or in our case a cover-up for our shorts or pants. (or I should say jeans since we learned pants means undies here)

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Baby on the back

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Back on the side…there’s also baby on the front, and baby with a boob. I figured I would save us all from that shot :/

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There’s always the higher wrap. Also the towel wrap. Also a bandeau dress. Also…well never mind.

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A shawl for the cold

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Cut to make a cute head wrap

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And the layered look. You can match or not. Doesn’t matter. There are no rules.

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You can take them to a local seamstress (or seamster-men??) and make some palazzo pants or basically anything your heart desires. Then pile them over your shirt and pants and pose for a picture…

 

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If you are needing protection or a disguise there’s always the face wrap

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Hanky for tears or nose droppings. Catherine and I are guilty of both.

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Baby swaddling or in this case 4 year old blankets. Lol!

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Of course all of these styles have miniature versions

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Diapers

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cut for head cushion and support for carrying loads on your head

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babies carrying babies, real or pretend

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uncut head wraps…yep that’s a whole chintenje, although there’s seem much more elaborate and beautifully tied together

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By all means whichever way you decide to wear it, please make sure you have something besides your unmentionables underneath because this will happen to you more than once at the most inconvenient time possible. The worst is when you haven’t even realized it’s happened and you start to walk away. No wonder they looked like they were trying to avoid my eyes….

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Now you can officially say you are well versed in Malawian dress.

Lace

Omar Yenda Yenda! I want a last name like that!!! Born June 19, 1980, to Billy and Elizabeth Yenda Yenda. His father passed away in 1996, but his mother, Elizabeth, is still living in Omar’s home village of Mastimale. It is not far from here. Omar is married to Milka. They were married in November 1999. He didn’t remember the date! Typical man…lol :) I am positive Milka could tell us! They have 3 children, Charity 14 years old, Blessings 10, and Joacra 3.

Milka has a small business where she sells oil, tomatoes, and onions. She was born in 1983. They harvest maize, beans, and squash at their home.

Omar has 2 sisters and 3 brothers. One sister lives in Blantyre with her husband, 1 brother in Lilongwe, and the others live around Mastimale with his mother.

He attends Zambezi Evangelical Church where he is a part of their praise team. He went Monday to get fitted for a new uniform. They perform for church functions. I am sure that is a sight to see and something beautiful to hear!!

Omar loves the futbol, and he mentioned videos. I am thinking in American terms this means TV or movies. He also loves to listen to the radio. He also told me he like cycling and taking photos as a photographer.

He attended primary school and went on to secondary school to finish form 4, but never got to take his exams for a certificate because of financial reasons. Remember I told you, you have to pay for school and then a separate fee for the actual exam to go on to the next level or a certificate of completion at the end.

Before coming to work here in March, Omar worked as a security guard for a guest house here in the Boma. He has also worked for G4S security in Lilongwe. In 2008, he held a position at a church in Lilongwe where many were jealous. He ended up mentally sick and had to go for medicine in Zomba at the psychiatric hospital. They gave him meds to help him sleep at night. To relate it could have been stressful or something along those lines, or (this will sound strange to some) he could have been harmed by the witch doctors. Witch doctors are very real and active in this part of the world. Someone who was jealous could have sought them out for something they slipped him or other methods. This could explain the sudden onset of a mental problem for him. He isn’t sure what happened.

He loves tea and the rice :) He laughed when I asked him if he enjoyed the “American” food I randomly feed him…I am not sure if this was a good laugh or not… When he read this before I posted it he wanted me to add “It is a good laugh, like mainly the baked cake ;)

On a side note, laughter is a whole language in itself here. Maybe I will write a post on that in the future. It could save a lot of hurt feelings if you were to come here and trip and fall, or simply ride your bike, or ask a person a question and you only receive laughter! LOL…?

Thankfully Omar has only had malaria once this season. He does sleep with a net!

He has chickens at his house and soon rabbits! He reminded me :) I am thinking they are all a little excited about the rabbits and that makes me so happy. I think if we are still here in 5 or 10 years a main staple could be the hare!!!

We have one person left to introduce to you from our personal staff here in the Boma. So be looking for that in the next few days Lord willing. Thank you so much for investing in this ministry and what we do here it effects many lives here in Malawi not just our “little” family :)

Lace

Omar Yenda Yenda

Omar Yenda Yenda

Charity, Milka and Omar

Charity, Milka and Omar

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Impossible… Doesn’t make sense and so it is, IMPOSSIBLE. How can time stand still and yet be over before you know it. It’s my same philosophy in RSVPing, sending cards, and inviting someone(s) over for dessert or dinner. I have the best intentions, yet one day turns into a week, that turns into a month, and so on.

Some of the lessons I learned over the last year can’t be put into words. Others so wordy I will try to shrink it all down.

Realizing your wants vs needs is probably the only thing that could fit into both categories. The parts I can’t put into words is more like I “shan’t” for the sake of keeping friends and also not making you vomit. Let your mind think water and all that’s involved with that and then add 10 or a 100. My wants took over my needs many days. I wanted to have a Wal-Mart or Target around the corner to get my “needs” like- we are out of sour cream for our baked potatoes, or powdered sugar for the icing, or yogurt for lunch, rabbit food for the rabbits, all “needs” in my mind. That’s when you realize the difference between your needs and your wants. Not even to mention more meaningful “needs” like gas for the propane stove, so you go outside and buy some firewood in the market and move your lunch 45 minutes later, that was half way through already. (And ruin your pan all while trying to make it happen bc you don’t want to waste food here)

I have also learned more about myself. Some good and some really ugly stuff. The good is that I can put one foot in front of the other and make it. The ugly that I was so angry at God and my husband for calling me to a place that would strip away the ugly. I would be brought to my knees before the Holy Father who loves me more than anyone or anything and shown us what it means to follow Jesus. It’s sad that it took coming to Africa to do this, but man it is SO WORTH IT. I now know that my life is COMPLETELY in Jesus’s hands. He is not only my Savior and Redeemer, but he is my families healer, provider, comforter, helper, peace keeper, lover of life, and our ALL. When you are taken to a world where you can’t call 9-1-1, drive to a world renown hospital, call friends to come and give you a hand, be involved in “social” activities, cry on your momma’s shoulder, or send your kids to the neighbors for a moment of peace, you only turn to Him. I PRAY that I will never turn back. I PRAY that my kids will learn to fall at Jesus’s feet first, not when it’s your ONLY option.

I have learned how to make a meal from scratch that’s edible :) I have perfected my “bargaining” skills. Kinda… I am saying my garage sale Saturdays could’ve been preparing me for these days. See, honey, God was in my treasure hunting! LOL I have learned that sometimes the less you know about your food the better. Bugs and ants could be part of the flavor. I have learned that simply smiling or waving could break down a thousand walls. I have seen how giving can change a person’s life. Read that again. I mean it in a LITERAL sense. It could change their life! I have seen how giving can sadly hurt a person’s life, too. Wisdom and discernment are a must. I pray for it and hope that’s what you pray for us, too.

One more thing I want to share since I can’t just go on and on, is that I have learned that no matter where you are or what you are doing…it means nothing without Jesus. You can focus on yourself and your own problems whether you are in want/need or in abundance. It’s all the same when you can’t keep your eyes on Him. I know why Paul wrote about this in Phillipians 4:11. He said he has learned to be content. I am not sure I could honestly say that wholeheartedly, but I get it. I get that when you keep your eyes on Him you can and will succeed and overcome. I know I fail all the time, but thank goodness for His grace and mercy to start fresh every single day!

Here is an online album to relive this past year with us :) I get it’s long and you probably won’t make it to the end, but revisit it when you are bored. (It’s more for me haha)
www.carneysfirstyear.shutterfly.com

Let’s see where the next year leads together!!!

Hugs,
Lace

Ms. Jane Chidiwa! Jane has been my saving grace from day 1! I know without a shadow of a doubt without her my OCD-ness (that I somehow cultivated the last 6 or so years) would have done me in. I grew up in a place where roaches and ants and other creatures was just part of life. Hence, we cleaned ALL the time, but when it surrounds you, you can only do so much. Another time in my life that prepared me for these moments is when we lived on the farm for a few years in Goshen. Looking back at these times, I know they were necessary seeds. The dust and creatures you can’t escape so you deal with it…and you let Ms. Jane help you cope :) She keeps the house for me during the week. I am forever grateful to her. She is one of the rare jewels here in Ntcheu that gets us Mericans’. She has been working for this home here in the Boma for over 4 years, so she may have actually helped take care of some of you! She is wonderful and a joy to be around. You will never see her without a smile unless she isn’t feeling well. With a family of 8, you can imagine the work cut out for her-dishes, laundry (try not to think too American here, we still have waaay more than we “need” but waaaaay less than American “standards”) sweeping, mopping, dusting, and more. She helps me keep up with washing and cutting veggies and fruits. Ms. Jane takes the girls around with her on Fridays if I happen to be schooling or busy. She offers to do and help in areas just because she sees the need. For instance, when Jason’s parents were here she offered to come on Saturday to help me keep up with dishes!! She has also taught us most if not all of the little Chichewa we know. Just this week she has actually given me a couple names of secondary teachers to check into for some hard core Chichewa before we start up with school again! That’s Ms. Jane to us!!

Now to the community, Ms. Jane is much more! She is part of CCAP and the women’s ministry. She has participated in prayer walks, visiting the sick, (which she came and/or called several times with Mia) and paying her respects to families who have lost a loved one. She is loyal and kind hearted when it comes to the traditions of her land and her community. Ms. Jane got to be a part of the election process that took place in May. She was what they call a “monitor,” helping oversee the voters as they voted. Her decorating services are available for weddings, parties, political ceremonies, etc. She recently got to decorate for Sr Chief’s wedding renewal! If you find a muffin in the filling stations, either Puma or Total, you can bet it came from her, too! She is a woman of many talents.

Ms. Jane’s mother, Maines, is still living in Lilongwe where 2 of her grandsons live with her to help her out. Her father, Macford is deceased along with 2 brothers, Benjamin and Christopher, and 1 sister, Dora, with a total of 7 children left behind. She has taken on the responsibility of her late sister Dora’s 3 children, Gift, Chisomo, and Jucky. All of which are in their studies and taking exams to further their education. Education here is not free. You pay for attendance, you pay for them to take exams, and other random fees. You can see why it is hard for families to school their children to the highest level. It is sad that people have to choose between eating and giving their children a chance for a different life. I have the utmost respect for Ms. Jane taking on her two nephews and her niece. I am thankful she is trusting God to provide for them!

Ms. Jane’s was born Dec 20, 1973 in her home village of Chipusile. She came to live here in the Boma in 2006. Before working for EH she worked with Action Ministries for about 2 years. Other hobbies and interest include singing and chatting with her friends.

Ms. Jane was married in 1998 to Mr. Alfred Kamsinde. In June of 2000, her husband left her. He didn’t give a reason just said he didn’t want her anymore. THIS breaks my heart. She doesn’t know why still and hasn’t heard from him since. I told her when she was sharing that I am going to be praying for a husband for her! A man of God and someone to lead her the rest of her days, and someone she can be a helper to. Gen 2:18

She has no animals at her house yet, but will have 2 rabbits soon!!! LOL

Pray for Jane! She is a godly woman, with a big heart, who has seen a lot of death, heartache, and sickness, but still has JOY in her heart!!! I pray that I exude some of that Joy!

Be joyful in all you do! 1 Thes.5:16-18
Lace

****I failed to mention the first time that Ms. Jane lives with her brother James, and also has two other sisters Aliana and Naomi. Naomi lives close and has a son named Sam. She has been instrumental in helping us with Vitameal (porridge with vitamins) for EH and the surrounding villages we were helping feed! So very thankful for that connection!!!

Ms Jane!!

Ms Jane!!

Ms Jane trying to teach Krey Chichewa!

Ms Jane trying to teach Krey Chichewa!

The girls helping her with the vacuum!

The girls helping her with the vacuum!

Aka Ms Judah. The girls have called her that from day 1. I think it’s the cutest thing and so it’s just stuck :) Mrs. Judah is the girls nanny. She keeps the girls Monday-Thursday during our homeschool hours. And you thought I was superwoman…no way could I concentrate on homeschooling the younger boys and have two toddlers under my feet. Well, I guess I could’ve, but it wouldn’t have been “graceful.” I might have had to up the crazy pills from zero to four and a quarter. They laugh and sing, play, read books, eat snacks, (which I think she thought the girls were saying “snake” in the beginning LOL) and run and jump around outside! The girls LOVE her, and me, too :) She is my friend, she is my girls’ bestest friend, she is my sanity, she is beautiful inside and out, she is…well you get the picture!

Judith is married to Pastor Stanley Moffat. He is our campus pastor for EH and also does follow-up care and discipleship to the surrounding pastors in this area. Pastor Stanley now is the Pastor for the start up church from our last teams at Chimwaye Baptist near Chiole.

Chiole is slang for the area they live in. It’s the name of the river, but people just say they live in Chiole. The actual village name is Kamwendo village. This is her home village. Her parents are still living there and she has 4 sisters and 1 brother. Poor guy…lol! I can only imagine the grief those girls gave the poor guy. Her birthday is September 1, 1989. Pastor Stanley and Mrs. Judith were married July 2, 2011 and have no children yet. The girls and I are praying for a little baby Moffat we can love on and spoil very soon!! :)

Jason and I had the privilege of getting to watch both Pastor Stanley and Mrs. Judith graduate from Baptist Theological Seminary, in Lilongwe, this past Saturday. When a pastor goes to seminary here, if they are married their spouses go to. It’s brilliant. They learn how to be a supportive pastor’s wife! Maybe this happens in the States, too, and I am unaware.

Mrs. Judith loves to read books, sing, and crochet. She has been patiently…trying to teach me how to do this…I would say it’s coming along beaut lets just say it’s coming along…

They also have rabbits at their home, three to be exact, and 13 chickens! They will soon have 5 rabbits because Jason and I are giving each of our staff a male and female rabbit from the litters we just had so they can raise their own for food or sell to help support themselves. We are excited we (and you) get to help bless them in this way!! The Moffat’s harvest maize, beans, cassava (like a sweet potato) and pumpkins.

I can truly say I am so blessed to be apart of their lives and share in this journey with the both of them! You will find no one better than the two of them.

Hugs
Lace

Mrs Judith getting her certificate!

Mrs Judith getting her certificate!

The distinguished Abusa Stanley

The distinguished Abusa Stanley

Stanley's Mom and Aunt and family

Stanley’s Mom and Aunt and family

The four of us!

The four of us!

Mrs Judah and the girls!!

Mrs Judah and the girls!!

Mrs Judith and I at EH

Mrs Judith and I at EH

Why can’t there be a button for married AND it’s complicated…u know so the whole world can see the drama inside your home. Wait is that TMI? We always want to share when there’s a break up or a friendship gone wrong or anything else we deem necessary for the world to hear. What about the real relationships inside of a God ordained marriage? What about the man and wife who balance each other out to the millionth degree or who are so in tune sometimes you start a sentence about what the other was only thinking. That’s the kind of complicated I’m talking about.

See here’s the thing…I pray that God keeps me so humble before Him that I never gloat or feel so self assured about my writing that I never question anything I’m sharing. I honestly go over and over and over it in my mind and analyze every single crumb of info I share for fear of offending, sounding like a moron who just fell off the turnip truck (exactly what does that mean…) or for the sake of hurting my testimony, but bumps in the road are for real peeps. Sometimes they are more like tiny Mt Everest bumps, but nonetheless make you slow down, slam on the breaks, or come to a complete stop before you can move on.

That’s kind of where Jason and I are at right now. Who would’ve thought coming to a third world country would do that to you. Lol! I mean not only starting over, (which we have been there and done that) but I mean STARTING OVER! I can’t think of anything that has remained the same from the States. Our home is different, our family is different; we are dealing with a lot of loneliness and withdrawal, our friends are different and take a lot more effort (in a good way); we don’t relate to each other’s worlds as much, our food is different and a whole lot healthier; we basically cook most things from scratch and straight from a garden, the animals we deal with are on a level all its own, and the time we had for each other (date nights and kids spending the night with Mema) just simply does not exist. (I get there were probably waaaay too many ,’s and ;’s and in the wrong places. ,,Ignore;;)

I know what your response will be and yes it sounds so incredibly simple…make time! I get it, but when you are drained emotionally and sometimes physically it’s easier to just crawl into a hole and forget everything around you.

This is basically it in a nutshell. We are on a whole new ball team here, new players, new fields, and new plays. We WILL “get it” eventually…but in the mean time…lift us up! I am not above asking for prayer for our marriage. The Bible says to fight for it, and that’s what we will do. Neh. 4:14 I can’t think of a better way than to just lay it out there and ask you to bathe us in prayers. We have been through thick and thin before and neither of us are willing to throw in the towel no matter what. Therefore the only choice is to persevere over the “bump”. Not to just keep cruising, but actually gain some momentum and maybe the next “bump” we won’t have to come to a complete stop for fear of completely loosing a “bump”-er or worse yet the whole engine falling out.

Is your marriage struggling? Don’t be embarrassed to ask for help and prayers! That’s what the body of Christ is for!!! Don’t give up, that’s what the devil is for. Turn to Jesus when you want to run to a friend who will take your side. Sometimes you just need Jesus to shoot you straight. I read something the other day and I believe, please don’t quote me, it was from FamilyLife that said when you get divorced and remarried you aren’t starting over you are only bringing with you the baggage from the previous marriage.

Now, I will say this…I KNOW divorce. I grew up around it and my parents were divorced and have been divorced more than once. So, I’m not saying there is no grace, and God doesn’t make good out of bad sometimes. So my divorced fam/friends I am by no means judging you and your choices. You answer only to Jesus Christ. I am just clearly relating to my own marriage here.

This is what I want! I want to clean my whole heart Ps 51:10 and start afresh with my one and only husband. Won’t you please join with me/us!!

Lace

This is how it should be

This is how it should be

Not this...

Not this…

Mofolo Mitunda has been with us for almost three years! He started November 15, 2011. He is a New Year’s babe, his birthday is January 1, 1969. His home village is Msaka. His grandmother still lives there and he is hoping to send his Ruth to Secondary, Form 1 there. She can possibly be selected after she completes her exams for Primary 8.

When I asked him what he liked to do he responded singing!! He actually mentioned it several times :) Lol! Mofolo would love to get some more books on music. He helps lead the worship at CCAP here in the Boma and sings in the choir.

Besides working as one of our night watchmen here at our home, he runs a small shop that offers chairs, beds, and coffins. So, he can help you wether you are living or deceased! He previously worked with a coffin shop in Blantyre before coming here.

Mofolo and Mercy have 5 children, Joyce, Ruth, Flores, Miriam, Wongani. They range in age from 26 years old to 5 years old. Joyce is now married and has two children of her own, but the rest of the children are living at home. Mercy sells Samoosa’s and other items on the side to help purchase food or other things their family needs. When I asked if his wife enjoyed Tea as much as Mary, Steven’s wife, he said, “No she loves nsima and rice. :)

He told me he has a brother that lives next to him also.

Now you know a little about Mofolo and his family!

Blessings!
Lace

Mofolo!!!

Mofolo!!!

Sitting by the guard shack!

Sitting by the guard shack!