“I love the feeling of cow dung between my toes.”

Excuse me?

“Yes, I used to walk around barefooted it the cowshed and squish it between my toes.”

What about the smell?

“It didn’t bother me. I was used to it. It was fun.

As I thought about, I guess it could be kind of a nice feeling. It’s just like rubbing your feet in the sand or stepping on grapes to make wine. Mind you those don’t leave you smelling like poop and are a bit cleanlier. I don’t think I will be trying that any time soon.

I have had a fantastic couple of weeks. Last weekend I got the much-needed break I was wanting. I spent some time in town by myself napping, drinking coffee and visiting with old friends.

This week has been a busy but wonderful one. We visited 3 schools and a church doing ministry. I really love getting out of the compound and interacting with other people. The church we went to last Sunday was in a slummy area and was painted bright blue. The church was made of corrugated metal and held up with sticks. It was hot hot hot but so much fun. We packed in there like sardines in a can and stayed there for 3 hours as sweat saturated our clothes. The children followed me everywhere wanting to touch me, play with me, be beside me. At one point, I was standing outside because it had gotten to hot inside, and I turned around only to find about 20 kids sitting behind me staring at me. They all stuck out their hands to greet me and after I shook their hands they would erupt into belly laughter.

We then visited another school on Thursday where a few of our classmates came from. It started out as a good meeting until the thunder and lightening started. After that, it poured cats and dogs outside. Luckily we were inside but the rain made so much noise on the tin roof that we couldn’t hear the speaker. So what did you do in this situation?? You sing!! So we had an impromptu worship session for about 30 mins as the rained clamored on the roof. We sang at the top of our lungs and danced about around the room. I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. What joy!

The rain has come. I think we are starting the rainy season now, as it seems to rain at least once a day. I love it. I love when it comes so unexpectedly and it catches you outside where you are then forced to run to take cover. I love listening to it on my roof at 3am. However, I don’t love when it comes just as I put out my clothes to dry on the line. This morning I finally washed my bed sheets (which is a daunting task when you do it by hand) and just as I had finished hanging them up, it started to rain. I just had to laugh. Maybe this was God’s way of washing them again since I didn’t do a good enough job.

Like I said, I have had a fantastic week. My days have been full of laughter. My cheeks have been in so much pain from smiling so much. I won’t lie and say that life is easy, but it’s the joy of overcoming such trials that make this life so exciting and full!  Thank you Jesus!

Recovering from aching cheeks,

Nikole

It is time for me to write my monthly newsletter.  I have been so busy and have not had much down time to even get my thoughts together to inform you on what I have been doing in the last month.

Yesterday was a very interesting for me, so much so that I have decided to tell you the happenings of just one day!

On a regular Friday morning, I am normally in a village until 1pm or at the base doing office stuff.  Recently one of our staff members just had a baby and we were planning to have a baby shower for her in town.  So I decided I was just going to run some errands in the morning and then help get things ready for the party.

I got into my truck, started it and let it idle for a few minutes then took off down the road.  I was at the end of the road when I heard this loud grinding sound so I put on my emergency light and switched of the truck right at the stop sign.  A few men came running and said madam it is your fan, it broke off.   I crawled under the truck to see if I could see anything unusual and did not but I did see pieces of my radiator fan on the road.  They asked me to open the bonnet and I knew it was not safe to be standing in the middle of the road with these men, so I politely said I live just there and I will go home.  So I turned the truck around and drove to the house I am staying at.  Stopped right in from of the gate and switched the truck off.  By this time Allan, one of the domestic workers that live at the house had come and opened the gate for me and I said Allan I just want to check why the fan broke.  I open the bonnet, jumped up on the bumper  and put my head right into the place where the fan is…………..

All I saw was little white cat legs…………I was shocked, terrified and ran to the house screaming at the lady who lives in the house, I killed the cat Janet, I killed the cat!

She graciously embraced me while I cried like a baby, then a few minutes later together with the other workers pushed my truck into the yard.  The heard the cat making sounds, they managed to remove it and saw that it was injured but not dead.  She took the cat to the vet, and it got some stitches on its eye, and legs.  For now that is all the details I will give you, it was and still is freshly traumatic!

Now for those of you who know my extreme hatred for cats may think this is a funny story, and yes I guess it is, but at that moment I realized that I needed to stop my very evident negative words about cats and wanting to launch them off the gorge.

Everything in Zambia works at a slow pace so by noon we were back home and getting ready for the baby shower which went very well.
I later decided that I would go visit friends (Arthur and Liezl) for the weekend.  They live about a 35 minute drive from town, driving mostly on a dirt road filled potholes and can be very slippery especially with all the rain we have had in the last 2 weeks.  Liezl cannot drive at night and Arthur asked if I would drive their truck home with Liezl and their 3 children while he rode his bike out.  I agreed and we started our journey, he rode ahead and said he will give us an hour and if we don’t get home, he will come looking for us.

The first half of the drive was fine, normal Zambian road conditions, meaning you mostly drive on the shoulder or the other side of the road.  The Chinese are building a new road for the last year, so we have been detoured through a road in the bush pretty much.  We get off the main road and start our journey through the bush about a 4km drive remaining to their home. A very narrow road that is slippery because of the rain, you have to be in 4WD and have to stay in the grooves so you don’t go off the path.  Halfway into the drive a herd of cows come thought the bush and started to walk right in front of the truck.  I try to be patient because there were a few calves and then I hear this moo moo, it sounds like it is right next to me, I carry on driving thinking okay they are more but had no idea where they were.  We drive behind these cows trying to get ahead but could not because we had to stay in the tire grooves to be safe, a few minutes go by and I hear the moo again this time a huge bull jumps in front of the truck followed by another that jumped really high to get in front, now I was not going to mess with them so I drive real slow.  Remember we are driving in the bush, so there are no lights, no other cars, no people, no houses or huts yet and because of the rain the tall grass is sagging and in the line of view of the windscreen.

A few minutes later we see a light and it is Arthur on his bike, what relief

Well he tries to drive them off but they will not budge, just stood right where they were, he starts to drive around them to get them to back into the bush, the mud is really thick and he slides and falls over with his bike.  He is an experienced rider so he wakes right up and states to get them away again, yet nothing works.  He gets off his bike and tries to now kick them away (cows in Zambia respond mostly to a whip) they move but not to much, he starts to walk away and 2 cows get behind him, now we are praying for his protection because it would be easy for them to charge him.  He manages to get on his bike again and the cows moved to the side, I take that moment of opportunity and pass by them and drive the rest of the way to the house.

So my friends this was Friday in the life of Bev, I am not too sure how the cat is doing, it was still pretty drugged up when I left the house last night.  I hope it has a full recovery.  Arthur later teased me about not know the size of my bulbar on the truck, apparently I was being a girl, my excuse was that I did not want to hurt 2 animals in one day!

Other than that I am doing well, we had to cancel a few teacher trainings because of the rains making it difficult for the villagers to come on and hard for us to drive out to them.  I will send out a newsletter in the next week or so!

Love to you all

Bev

This past week we have been learning about various cults and world religions. I have a lot of information, questions, and mumble jumble rolling around in my head because of it. One of my favourite topics we learned about this week was African Traditional Religion. It’s amazing to be in Africa learning about their traditional practices and hearing their personal experiences. Some of it is pretty scary. For instance, in Tanzania albinos are high on demand. Local witchdoctors require certain body parts of albinos for some of their practices. Murdering albinos for their body parts is still happening today in Tanzania. It’s amazing to believe the lengths that humans will go for their own personal gain. Through everything we have learned, I have realized that we are the same. We all have fears and doubts. We all go through tough times and want quick answers. We all want to know the truth and find hope for this world. We all desire purpose for our lives. That’s what all these religions offer. It has made me so thankful for the Father I have and the God I serve.

My favourite word of the week is Obongo Nyakalaga. It is a word used by the luo tribe to describe God. Our word for God is one single syllable as oppose to the 7 syllables in Obongo Nyakalga. Try saying it out loud. Its fun. I have been learning a lot of language this week. Our singing team has starting singing songs in various languages including Swahili, Hebrew, Kikuyu, Luo, Congolese, and others. No English songs though. I also love listening to the Nairobi version of Swahili called Cheng. The young people have started combining English with Swahili to make a slang language. For example, our teacher the other day said “I chekad.” The verb “kucheka” means to laugh so he took the stem of the verb and made it past tense by adding ‘d’ and then used ‘I’. What he was saying was that he laughed. “Amecome” means it has come. “Utado” means you will do. It’s kind of funny yet kind of sad to think that pure Swahili may be lost in the future.

We had a fun Valentines banquet where we got a chance to dress up and eat amazing food. Some hearts are slowly falling and love and some hearts got broken. It was a fun night though.

And our boys played their first football match against a team from a slum in town. It was a lot of fun. Our boys claimed victory 2-1. I will put some pictures of the game up on my blog soon.

Today marks the half waypoint of school. I have memorized 30 verses that I can say word perfect in less than 5 minutes! Only 5 more weeks of classes and then we start getting out and working in schools, slums, churches, etc. Yay!

I am so thankful this week for my classmates. I am really growing to love each and everyone of them. We make quite a dynamic class. Please pray for them as well. We have been having some issues over the past week with some of the staff that has led to a lot of hurt and anger. There are some that are quite sick and injured that need healing. Many of us are overwhelmed in our studies. Some of us are moody and heartbroken (Yes, my girls are breaking the hearts of these boys left right and centre- not me though;)) So just pray for us and pray that I may be able to love on them and encourage them in their everydays walks with God.

Listening to the rain pour down,

Nikole

This week I have heard more circumcision stories than I ever have in my life. My teacher was the one who started it with a story he was telling. Then the boys in my class started to discuss their experiences. It makes me a wee bit uncomfortable. I don’t go to my guy friends in Canada and say, “oh hey, when did you get circumcised? Did it hurt?” But it’s like pregnancy here in Kenya. You usually don’t find out someone is pregnant until they are showing and even then they won’t tell you until you ask. We go screaming off the rooftops when we find out we’re pregnant but not Kenyans. They keep it hush hush until it can’t be hidden any more. Last year, a friend of mine gave birth and I only found out she was pregnant 2 weeks before she was due. I had been visiting her for over 4 months and she didn’t bother to mention it to me. They probably think its strange we don’t talk about circumcision.

Then the class laughed at me because I live in a wooden house. Our teacher was telling us about a man who died in a house fire in Europe (sad story that also had a lot of circumcision talk) and the house was so easy to burn because it was made of wood. He asked if my house was made from wood and I said that it was and the class began to roar with laughter. Here the houses are made of brick, cement or mud. We had to explain that wood is easier to heat in the winter times but also easier to burn down.

Another “What? Seriously?!” moment for my class was when our teacher described to them that the sun does not set at the same time in all places of the world. I told them that there are times of the year in Canada that it doesn’t get dark till 10pm and then there are times of the year that it starts getting dark around 4pm. They couldn’t understand. Confused looks crossed their faces.

With all this funny talk, I am still learning and did very very well on the exams I had last week. I have another one tomorrow on the New Testament.

Good News! The boys have started to pass to me when we play soccer! I know it sounds funny but to me it means that they somewhat trust me with the ball. I have scored twice already-the first time I think they let me score but the second time I did it all by myself! I think I am becoming a threat….haha ok I won’t go that far but it feels nice when the boys actually feel the need to defend me and keep the ball away from me. I am trying hard and my skills are actually improving. Maybe I will even make the team. Now I’m dreaming but you never know…

Otherwise, life is moving fast here. We are already in our 4^th week of school (its been almost a month since I have arrived- time is flying by). Only 6 more weeks to go and then we do a month of youth camps. I have memorized 20 verses as of today. I only have another 40 to go. I am spending time in the kitchen this week learning to cook traditional African food. I am also encouraging my classmates to speak in Swahili to me so that I may learn. I can usually understand about 2/3 of what is being said. I am being challenged everyday to be the best I can be. I don’t want to be the wimpy white girl (which is what most people think of whites) and I am doing my best to keep up with the pack.

Please keep me in your prayers. I thank God that I have not fallen ill and that my body is strong. I thank God for the diligence I have to keep time and do everything that is required me. I am so thankful for the skills I am learning and the strength and joy He is giving me to push myself so hard. These few months are preparing me for something. I don’t know what it is but I can see the growth in myself and I am amazed. But I still need prayers. A day rarely goes by when I am not tired. I am still struggling to find time to just BE and relax and rejuvenate. I crave to spend a day by myself in the city, drinking coffee, reading my bible and meeting up with old friends. Pray for patience with my classmates. I adore them but naturally there are things that do get on my nerves especially when we spend all day every day together.

Please keep the emails coming. I love hearing from back home. Enjoy the Olympics!! I highly doubt I will be able to see any of it over here. I heard there is only one African in the winter Olympics. Here, it’s all about football. We went out the other night to watch Chelsea vs. Arsenal. I could barely keep my eyes open. I don’t remember which team was which let alone who won.

Love your football (soccer) superstar,

Nikole

Well I have had another great week. I am now almost completely adjusted to our crazy schedule including the 5am jogging. My body is not nearly as sore as it was the first week and I am running farther and farther every day. I have memorized 13 verses to date. Only 47 more to go! I am amazed at the capacity of my brain to retain all the words and spit them out in order everyday. I literally walk around talking to myself, running through the verses over and over again. I still can’t imagine that I will be able to ramble off 60 verses by the end of March. Crazy!

This Saturday, a group of us got to visit a bible club at Limuru Girls High School. My heart was so excited when I found out I was going. I love girls! My passion is to work with, mentor, and love on young girls here in Kenya. We had a great time. The girls were full of so much energy and psych (as Kenyans like to say). We sang and danced and shared songs and skits. Afterwards we got the chance to sit with them and talk while enjoying a cup of tea. It was a special afternoon. My cheeks were hurting so bad from smiling so much.

I have been recruited for the singing team! Ha! I guess the leaders here thought that I have singing potential. I don’t have a terrible voice but it’s not great. They chose 6 students to be apart of this team. We will be rehearsing and going out to sing in schools, churches, functions, etc. I love having the opportunity to get out and meet new people and see what God is doing in their lives.

Other than that, God is good all the time. To be honest, classes this week were hard to stay awake in. I found my eyes trying to shut on me a lot. But I am enjoying learning, learning, learning. I am doing really well too on my assignments and tests. I am quite proud of myself!

Thanks for your prayers. I felt much better this week even though many of the others had colds and stomach issues.

Please pray this week for my classes that I would be able to stay more alert. Our final exam is this week too so I must be prepared. Please pray for rest. I am really tired. I seriously have not had a significant amount of time to myself. Pray for safety for our compound. We live in a bit of an unstable community. Just last week some members of Mungiki, which is like an underground terrorist group here in Kenya, decided to burn a van just down the road from us. So keep our peaceful compound in your prayers.

Otherwise, I will continue to tell you how much I love it here. My days are full of laughter! The other students are becoming good friends and I am enjoying getting to know them. Last week I spent an afternoon pulling weeds but it was one of the best afternoons I have had because of the people I was with. I thoroughly enjoy being with them. Even this morning at our 5am jogging we couldn’t stop laughing. I have got JOY JOY JOY JOY down in my heart!

If you would like to send me mail, here is my mailing address:

Nikole MacGregor

c/o Word Of Life

29120

00625

Nairobi, Kenya

Please note that some packages are hard to receive if they have anything of great value in them. Plus the officials who deal with customs are generally corrupt. So anything small and light is wonderful.

I try to update my blog a few times a week with pictures so you can check it out if you want to see what my world is like. www.movingwithcompassion.blogspot.com

Love,

Nikole MacGregor

This week has been an eye opener for me. I don’t think I have ever worked so hard in my life. I didn’t realize that this Bible school is more like a Bible boot camp. We are up at 4:45am jogging for about half an hour. After that we go spend some time getting ready and doing our devotions. Breakfast comes and then classes start at 8:15 and go until 12:45 when we break for lunch. After lunch we work on the compound for 2 and a half hours and then play games until 6pm. Dinner is served at 6:30pm, Chapel starts at 7:30pm and then we have a study session till 9:30p. We come back and do devotions in our dorms and our lights are out by 10pm. We sleep for 6 hours and get up and do it all over again.

It’s been a challenging week but a victorious one. When I was learning about our schedule and what was expected of us, I was nervous. I hate to run and I am terribly out of shape so the idea of getting up early to go jogging with Kenyans who happen to be some of the best runners in the world didn’t appeal to me at all. But I am happy to report that I survived and even kept up with the pack. I also am not used to the hard labour these guys do. For work, I started by pulling big weeds in one of the fields. After an hour, my poor white girl hands already had blisters. The others were totally fine. The next day I was asked to wash the cars so I did what I had been taught. The guy whose car I washed looked inside and said, “You didn’t do the carpet.” I said, “How I am suppose to do the carpet without a vacuum?” “With the rag” he replied. So I scrubbed the carpet with a dirty rag. But through all these challenges, I am trying my hardest and the people here are seeing it. I can’t do as much as they can but I do my best.

As I sit here writing this update, outside my room some of the girls have gathered around a friend with a guitar and they are singing some of my favourite worship songs. I can’t explain how happy I am to be here. Last year I knew I wanted to do some sort of bible school and I really wanted to do it here in Africa. I wanted to learn with Africans from Africans in Africa. I love it. Our class conversations include things like African ways of life, farming techniques, matatu culture, church in Kenya, local politics, etc. During our breaks, we grab a cup of tea made with fresh milk from our cows, turn on the radio and dance and sing until it’s time to go back to class. At night we play football (soccer) and there is nothing like watching African boys, who’ve grown up playing barefooted on dirt pitches, play soccer. And when our classroom gets too dark and gloomy, we pick up our chairs and move outside to resume class under the acacia tree. Doesn’t that sound dreamy?

We have 18 students who are mostly Kenyans. We range in age from 18-29. Slowly we are getting to know each other and love each other. One person in particular who has been so amazing to me is my roommate Rahab. Rahab and I actually met last April at Word of Life in Mombasa. We reunited a week ago and are inseparable. I can’t explain what a blessing she is in my life. Today she showed me some simple techniques to wash my clothes by hand. She always makes sure that I stay on time and that I have everything I need. Plus, she gives me a good laugh. She is one spunky girl. I am so thankful for her in my life.

Yesterday we had a day off and I had a chance to go visit one of the staff members’ family. He had told me that he lives in the ghetto and I sort of laughed about it. When we drove in, it was definitely the ghetto of the ghetto. I was in awe of what I was seeing. It wasn’t a slum per say. It was a ghetto. Broken down brick buildings, dusty dirty roads, gangster music booming, children playing soccer with rolled up plastic bagsWe crammed into his living room with his entire family and watched a copied version of Home Alone 2. We were served tea as we sat and laughed while McCauley Calkin played his pranks. As we left, I sat in silence most of the way home processing what I had seen. God has given me this ultra compassionate heart that I can’t leave somewhere like that and not think about it. It’s not a bad place to be, its just different, simpler, humble. I guess I was able to see how good our God is after seeing where my friend had come from to where he is now.

This week is bound to be another challenging one. I have to say that I am quite enjoying the tough schedule. It keeps me on my toes and is very challenging. But I love it. I love being here in Kenya. The weather nourishes my soul. The sun is so amazing. I ask that you pray for my health. I have been having a bit of discomfort in my body and I am not sure what it is from. Also pray for personal time. I really love being with people but I need time to myself in order to rejuvenate. That is really hard to come by here and by Friday night, I needed a break. And pray for my scripture memory. By March 27^th, we are expected to have memorized 60 verses. We will not be able to graduate unless we do this.

Thanks for your love and support,

Nikole

P.S. To update you on the cilantro situation, we had decided to bring some back to the chef here in the kitchen. We have been having cilantro in ALL our meals, even breakfast. I am just hoping that it will run out soon. Plus, one of the cars I washed the other day was the one we filled with the cilantro.

I have arrived safe and sound to this marvelous country. I can’t even explain how delighted I am to be back here. At the end of the day yesterday my cheeks were in so much pain from smiling so much!

The trip was rather uneventful. All the flights were wonderful, my luggage got here all in one piece, and two young guys from Word of Life greeted me at the airport. They have quickly become good friends and have been extra hospitable to me over the past few days.

I love sinking back into life here. Everywhere I go I seem to meet people that I know or who are friends of mine. I am quickly adjusting back to the African way of living. I have a smile on my face when I am driving down the street, listening to the Swahili being spoken, and being woken up by the birdies singing melodies to me. I feel right back at home.

The Word of Life compound is outside of the city a little bit in an area called Kabete. We are surrounded by lush, rolling hills and small homes with gardens full of corn. The weather is quite mild actually. I have been wearing long pants and long sleeve shirts. There are no mosquitoes either! This place is calm and beautiful and I am looking forward to spending my next few months here.

Bible school starts tomorrow night. We have been busy preparing for it here. I am so excited! I know that it is going to be challenging in new ways for me. One challenge for me will be the required jogging every morning at 5:45am. My stomach dropped when I heard this. If you know me, you know I hate running. I always have but I am glad that I am being forced to do it. Please pray for my legs as they have issues with running as well as a willing spirit to get up every morning and do it with joy and not grumbling. We have a small class so I am anticipating making some great friendships. One of my good friends from Mombasa will also be joining us here. The people here think this will be one of the best Bible Schools yet!

These past few days have been busy and I have been trying to catch up on sleep while adjusting to my jet lag. Yesterday I went to town with some of the staff here hoping to do some shopping but, true to Kenyan fashion, I spent 14 hours in the car and didn’t get to do my shopping. We ended up driving to a small town about an hour outside of the city. I agreed to come along because I was told that we would stop to go shopping. Well, that didn’t happen. We didn’t get out there till about 8:30pm. Now, they had told me that they were going out there to pick up coriander but it didn’t hit me until we were half way there that coriander is cilantro. I hate cilantro. There are not many things in life that I hate but cilantro is one of them. It is the only thing that I will question God about when I get to heaven.

We drove on this dark bumpy road for about 30 minutes before we finally got to the farm. I opened the door and smelt a huge waft of cilantro. The smell alone makes me gag. The guys then started to load it into the vehicle. They loaded 5 HUGE bags of it in the back seat with ME! Talk about being pushed out of your comfort zone. I feel that God was testing my flexibility by surrounding me by the one thing I hate in life. I had to laugh though. It was rather ironic.

I sucked it up while we drove to a factory where they will sell it to the local supermarkets. There we unloaded all the cilantro into crates. There were over 600 bunches of it. After almost 2 hours of being there, we finally left. As we were driving home I asked the guys why we did this. It confused me because as far as I know, Word of Life is a youth ministry not a farming business. One guy explained to me that this is one of the ways that he uses to raise finances for the work here. I was humbled. This organization does not make money but relies solely on the support of generous donors who are mostly in the US. But sometimes, the money doesn’t come in and they are stuck. So they have started this small business in order to make a little extra cash to sustain themselves while they lay down their lives for the gospel.

I was humbled in many ways between being surrounded by the one thing I can stand in life to watching these men work hard to make a little pocket money while they spend all their time investing in the youth of Kenya to not actually getting to do my shopping. I came home exhausted but oh so thankful for the great day.

Thanks for all your travel prayers!!! God was so good to me. I ask that you pray for these next few days as we start school and I adjust to the busy schedule. Pray for a flexible spirit. I find that having spent time here before, I am quite independent and used to doing things my way but here I am forced to be more dependant on others and adjust to their way of living.

I will try to update my blog regularly with pictures and stuff and will keep sending out emails periodically! And I always love receiving emails from home.

Happy to be home,

Nikole

Happy New Year, I trust that your holiday was refreshing, filled with good family memories and the presence of Christ.  I have been in South Africa visiting with my family for the last few weeks.  Durban has been humid with lots of rain which cools things down every few days.

I have had the pleasure of having the Milne’s visit me.  They were in Cape Town attending their son’s graduation from university and flew to Durban to spend time with me and see the sites.  It was a blessing to be together and connect after a year.  They have been a constant support in my life and hold me accountable in all things like most parents do.

I fly to Livingstone on the 25^th of January and will get right back into coordinating the LIFE Project activities.  I have a 3 day teacher training on the 2-4 of Feb,  all 40 teachers will come together and spend time in different classes on education, health and discipleship.  We are also expecting 3 containers of multi vitamins,  due to arrive from the USA at the beginning of February.  The LIFE team will distribute these vitamins to clinics and hospitals around the southern part of Zambia.

I want to share a testimony with you.  In October of last year a staff member of Overland was selling his vehicle.  I have borrowed a truck for the last  four months of being in Zambia after the offer was made I  said a short prayer “God I need a truck so that I am not limited, provide the finances”  two days later I got an email from friends that support me saying they felt they needed to give me money.  At first I thought wow God you came through for me,  a few days later I was pondering still in shock of how speedily my prayer was answered I realized that God did not come through.   I came through, I am being obedient to His call for my life by being where I am right now, and obedience brings His blessing!   I was able to purchase this vehicle and am very thankful for God’s faithfulness in my life and to you who have been a blessing to me by supporting the work I do in Zambia.  Thank you Jesus!

Please continue to pray in these areas:-

• Continued financial support to come through so I can meet my budget every month
• Safety, health and favour as I go about in the villages
• Godly creativity for strategizing in the different departments of the LIFE Project so that fruit will continue to be seen as the vision is fulfilled.

Overland Missions has created a blog page for all staff members; in my next improved newsletter I will give you more details on how to access it.  God blessings to you as you abound in all things.

Beverley