Botswana

 

The crowd gathers to hear Small Paul!  

There's a version of Donald Duck designed to give the children nightmares.  

Team building photo with the teachers at one school.  

I remembered the sandwich maker on this trip!  Nothing like a hot peanut butter, butter and honey sandwich to fill the empty places.  

Our trips tend to be colored by what we read and listen to.  We loved this testimony of a Muslim lady who came to know the Lord, partly through a dream, and partly through reading the Koran and seeing so many problems in it.  

Posing with teachers.

 The view from behind the stands. I stand back there to hold the board so the wind doesn't snatch it and knock it to the ground sending paper and chalk in all directions.  

Think you got it rough?  How'd you like to be a little plant trying to grow on a playground in Botswana?  I admire this plant.  

Pack 'em in like sardines and tell 'em there are two ways, two choices, and give them a chance to pray.  

We went to schedule this school; it was for ages 2-6.  We scheduled it anyway, and Paul preached to 50 little cuties.  They were so good!  Surprised me.  Some of them prayed to be saved.  

                        Coolest sink in Africa!  This was in Kimberley, on the way.  

We tried to go to a little museum on a hilltop, but we couldn't get in.  Still, the outside was cool.  Those cactus growing also have potential for nightmares. They were huge!  

There's our car!  Still being thankful we can drive it! 

Preaching under the tree has such atmosphere.  I was getting tempted to focus on cool hairstyles.  

Weather is great compared to what we hear happening in Cape Town.  We're dry!  I dress like an Eskimo in the  morning and wear sandals in the afternoon.  

The last school on Friday was scenic.  Phew!  The energy of all those teens can be daunting, but they were quiet, respectful, and listened and responded to God's Word.   Fortunately it didn't rain.  I think the roof would have leaked.

Not everyone at every school pays good attention.  Goats wandering around just ignored us. 

We arrived in Botswana on the 28th with nothing scheduled in any school.  The 29th was devoted to "prospecting", driving from school to school to find out who wanted a tall, fervent chalk artist to come talk to their students.  On the 30th we started in with a full day of speaking in schools and scheduling in between, and we've stayed busy since!  We're thankful.  

Two people have recently asked what I do. I'm the main driver, the secretary, cook, laundry lady, and companion for Paul.  Sometimes I'm the entertainment committee and sometimes I draw the curtains and leave so he can catch a nap.  I'm also a pack mule for equipment, and the gopher who runs back and forth to the car getting the speaker, the tracts, the books, and then more of each when we discover it's a bigger school than we thought.  I'm the "whatever" person, doing whatever I can to help. 

I want to remember this trip, how God worked, and we want to share His works with others.