Dumela Botswana

 I haven't blogged in a while.  There are many reasons for that.  Mostly, we've been way too busy doing the all work of the office since our last senior couple returned home.  For the past two months, Aaron and I have handled all of the secretarial duties of 100 young missionaries coming, going, and moving around with all the logistics and organization that requires.  We've also handled all of the financial responsibilities of the mission on top of all the housing requirements with it's never-ending litany of broken items, water shut downs, pre-purchased electrical needs, and cockroach infestations.  The housing piece is a full-time job in itself.  Added to that has been the medical needs of all of these young people as I acted as interim mission nurse, some of which is nothing more serious that a nasty head cold or a sprained ankle but which was also as troublesome as infectious insect bites, unknown African fevers, major depressive episodes, and seri...

With 7 flats and 12 missionaries under our support in Botswana’s neighboring country of Namibia, we decided a trip there was needed, so we scheduled a week to survey the properties and the young men living and working there. Our Airlink flight took us first to the sprawling mess that is the Johannesburg South Africa airport then on to the capital city of Windhoek, Namibia, where we rented a 4X4 safari vehicle and stayed a couple of nights at the lovely Hilton Garden Inn.   Our most adorable elders took us on tours of their flats pointing out needed repairs.   I care for these young men with a love borne of the responsibility I’ve been given over them, and I ponder that their mums at home worry over them and pray somebody cares and watches out for them.   Indeed, somebody does care, very much so. The disorganized storage container we rent to hold missionary pamphlets and books is in dire need of sorting out, but sadly I did not budget enough time for this herculean task ...