10th June 2011

We set off to the Logan’s house today to borrow a tractor from them to level the field where the Tree nursery will be. It turned into quite an interesting time. The tractor turned out to be one that came to Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) in 1947, so who knows when it was made! It looked like a pretty nifty, working piece of machinery, however it turned out to be a piece of machinery that should have been in a museum years ago. It took all morning to get going and it took forever to get back to our place but it did help a bit with the field. Darryl helped Matt to drive but it kept cutting out so had to be towed every so often. It was yet another adventure, but we realized that the good old tractor was probably better as a vintage in a museum than a work horse – it has done its time!!

7th June 2011

Matt had to go into Harare today to sort out a few things. We have finally got a tenant for the house in Harare but they have their own gardener so Matt went to pick him up and bring him and his family here. Another family at Golden Harvest to add to the birthday celebrations ;-)

I stayed at home as there would be no space for me and Austin and his family and goods. It has been a rather miserable day weather wise. Very grey and windy and cold. Has made me want to stay inside all day. I am about to head to the orphanage though, I am going to start my first day of helping them with their homework and just building a relationship with the children there. I am interested to see how they are all doing with their school work.

The afternoon was quite an interesting time. The children speak as much English as I do Shona so we had a hard time communicating and as I had gone there to do great things and to help them with school work and all it kinda fell flat. But it made me stop and think and to realize that actually for now all that I need to do is build a relationship with them and in actual fact if all that these children need is to have me play with them and spend time with them that no one else does then I am happy to do that! They are all very sweet children and I am really praying that my time with them will just up lift them and if anything changes then God can have the glory not me. It broke my heart walking around the orphanage to see the blankets that they use – on these cold nights of winter they have very scrappy blankets and I wonder if they really do stay warm at night. A friend in town who has a heart for orphans too has been able to get a group of friends together to collect things like blankets and warm clothes and I am sure that the smallest thing will help them. With the lack of communication all that we were able to do was draw pictures, a language that anybody can understand.

2nd June 2011

Today is Shelley’s birthday (Moses’ daughter) she is turning 8 and I have made some pink cup cakes to take to the celebrations later when everyone has finished work. I have enjoyed doing this with the Golden Harvest family. I am sure that they have never had a cake baked for them never mind given a card and sung happy birthday too. I found a sweet book for her and wrapped it up with a bow – I hope she likes it.

We are back from the party and my heart is touched! We went to Moses’ house – a one roomed abode that he has set up very well and we all had something to sit on. We told Shelly we just wanted to celebrate her and then had Moses pray for her. It was such a beautiful father prayer and made me smile so much. After singing four verses of ‘Happy Birthday’ (did you know that there are that many – “Happy birthday” followed by “how old are you now” followed by “I am…years old now” and finally “We wish you many more”!) Siphiso, Moses’ wife stood up to share something. She read from her daily devotional from the church she goes to and it was all about not comparing ourselves to others but seeing ourselves as the Lord does. And she shared about how every year Shelley asks her mom if they will celebrate her birthday that year and have a cake and every year she has said no, no cake this year, so she was so touched that we were doing this for Shelley finally. She told us that for 3 years she tried to have a baby and finally along came Shelley so she is a real blessing and Siphiso was so happy to be able to celebrate her life. I was so glad that there was only candle light as I had tears streaming down my cheeks! I was so touched by the whole thing. I guess it got to me more knowing the feeling that Siphiso had in those years of trying to have a baby. No matter what our walk in life is or where on the food chain society puts us, we still are all humans and still go through the same hurts and hardships. I was humbled tonight!

31st May 20011

I apologise for the lack of news the last two months – they went by so fast I can’t even believe it has been 2 months!

April came and went and it was pretty busy. The beginning of the month we had a few things to do in town and then went hiking/camping in Chimanimani mountains which are about 5 hours from us. We went with our good friends the Edwards’ and another couple and their 2 girls. We had packed our packs and since it was going to be a 3 night camp we did have quite a bit of stuff to take – but after putting our packs on our backs we all knew we had too much stuff!!

It was a long trek to where we were going. We had planned on camping in a cave called Terry’s cave and got directions to it. Because our packs we so heavy we did take a long time. The littlest of our group was 7 years old and she didn’t have a pack but kept arguing with her sister who did have one that it was her turn to carry the pack. The rest of us kept telling her she was more than welcome to take one of ours! My pack alone was about as tall as her! We were heading in the direction we were meant to but the last path we were meant to take disappeared along the river bank where gold-panners have destroyed the bank and so what we needed was no longer there. We crossed the river twice and then found what we thought was a path but then turned out to be a game path. Darryl Edwards decided that he would go up and see what he could find. He was gone for about an hour and by that time the sun had already started its decent home! Darryl had taken their two little ones with him and after an hour he showed up at the top of the cliff above us and beckoned for us to head that way – he didn’t have the two kids with him! He had to come back down as he had left his pack with us, which weighed a significant amount and he was already tired and worn out. None of us had any water left as we thought we were nearly there when we sat to finish our water supplies and none of us thought to replenish them while we sat there waiting by the river! Anyway Darryl started to panic a bit as he had left the two kids up there somewhere and the sun was very much going down. All we could do was head straight up! Seeing that cliff on our way down again I can’t believe that we did it! It was sheer determination that got us up! I know for myself I just said to myself you can do it now go! (Not what I was saying about an hour into the hike – I had sat down on a rock and with tears in my eyes said to Matt “I don’t think I can do this!”) Amazing how we had all grown in strength in just 8 hours! It was a vertical climb with not much to grip on to other than tufts of grass which fortunately were very secured into the ground. I would just grab handfuls and heave myself up. We all made it up though after a few near domino effects down the hillside and much sweat and tears. Darryl had the rear and when he came up next to me at the top he looked like what I imagined Jesus to have looked like that day he carried His cross. His back was bent over in pain and exhaustion and the look on his face was one of anguish and desperation! He asked if any of us had water but we couldn’t even help with that.

The last leg was probably the longest for Darryl and Hazel knowing that their two youngest were up there somewhere by themselves in the dark now. We found them though with their head lamps shining and we just barely made it to where we all decided would be a perfectly good spot to camp for the night! As much as we complained about the lumps and bumps beneath our tents I think none of us really cared and were just happy to be horizontal.

Despite the long trek, the 3 men folk (who were greatly out-numbered 8 to 4 by the women) still found the energy to have a slight adventure that night. They had been trying to light the gas burners for us to cook on and one of them was leaking. They had tried all kinds of things to fix it and for some insane reason lit it while it was leaking gas. It burned normally for a few seconds and then went woosh and fire fell down its sides sending the men in all directions. The other guy with us Jaku stayed well away and kept saying “it’s gonna blow, it’s gonna blow!” while Matt and Darryl were trying to find ways to put it out. Darryl attempted to use water but it made no change and Matt scratched around at the dirt by my feet and grabbed a handful to throw one the fire. It was a pretty funny scene – if any of you have watched Natcho Libre, the silly movie of the monk who wants to be a wrestler, there is a particular scene where he throws tortilla chips on the ground the attract the street dweller he wants to join forces with as a wrestling duo. Natcho does this very quaint running/hopping thing as he throws the chips and this was exactly what Matt did with his sand! I sat there laughing as that was all I could see in my minds eye and needless to say he didn’t put the fire out! I’m sad to say that Matt wasn’t the hero but Darryl ended up stealing the show by rushing in with a whole jug of sand and without a blink strode over to the fire and placed the jug over it! All this time I might add Jaku was still shouting “It’s gonna blow!” whilst the women carried on preparing dinner and the children were all in their tents playing cards – as if nothing was happening!

The rain and cloud came in that night and we all had very wet tents. The cave we were meant to be in was about 500m away from where we had camped so we packed up and moved into the shelter of a very ideal cave. It wasn’t huge but big enough for 2 small tents and the other tent was put just around the corner under an over hanging rock and the kids camped on the cave floor. The weather stayed pretty gloomy the rest of the time and the clouds only parted enough for us to see the full moon which light up the valley like a spot light. It was magnificent up there – not a soul to be seen – it was as if it was just us in the world! We attempted a few fires with wet wood so it wasn’t completely successful but we didn’t go hungry that is for sure! The last full day we had there a few of us went cave exploring which was so enchanting. It was like a world of its own behind the face of the rock, with alley ways and crossroads and trees that stretched high above the rocks to try and touch the heavens above. We even had to leopard crawl at one stage to get through a very narrow and low tunnel. The roads we took ended up taking us right back and around the other side of our cave where Matt was waiting with a fire. We set of the next day knowing that we had a very long walk in front of us and we couldn’t believe that what we had gone up on that first day was so vertical when we went down it and we had been so close to the actual path all that time!

But we made it down after much slipping and sliding on the mud from the rains and as beautiful as it was I think I will have to say that it was a case of been there done that, tick the box! I may change my mind after a few months or years!

And then Easter came along which brought Rita (Matt’s sister) from New York and a few other friends. It was a fun time and Rita was able to do a few videos of the house and property to show the family in UK. Rita was last here in Sept 2009 so it has changed a lot since she was last here. It was a busy time with her but fun too and we went back into town for HIFA (Harare International Festival of the Arts) the week in Zim when everyone can have their fair share of culture. Rita went to more things than we did – Matt and I have realized that we really do have that “farmer” mentality of early to bed where 9.30 is too late for us – hence we didn’t’ go to too many shows. The one we did see was awesome – a guitarist from Italy who was worth the late night.

We were pretty much busy the rest of April seeing people in Harare and sorting things out with the house in Harare.

29th March 2011

On Sunday we took time to regroup and lay out on paper what we are both expecting of this year – in ourselves, our walk with God and what we hope to have achieved. It was a good time and was quite healing to see life from another perspective again. I was beginning to lose heart big time and although I have been reading a book called “Free to Grieve” to help me know how I can and should be feeling – the emotions have been so overwhelming at times I haven’t known how to handle them. Praise God for a husband who allows me to go through it all in my own time and he hasn’t once said – oh come on get over it, he may have wanted to say it but he hasn’t (the whole mystery of how men are from Mars and women are from Venus – we are just Different). We committed it all to the Lord again and sure enough that night a “simple” thing became a argument and it was attack straight away. Monday morning it was still looming over us and it seemed the day just got worse. But we chose to not let – we took hold of the day and made it the Lord’s and it seemed to be ok after that.

The bathroom is getting there – Matt was working on the tiles, the ones we were using have been unavailable for a while so we have a new colour in there – so it is very mis-matched but it certainly has character! The chickens have been taking over the garden which is great as they find every possible grasshopper to eat, however as the puppies are not here at the moment (– we had to leave them with my mom and dad because we couldn’t bring them back in the back of the Bongo – the new vehicle addition) the chickens have forgotten they exist! William and Moses were laughing the other day saying that they think they own the place but have forgotten that there are two little guys who are away at the moment!

The garden is looking good. Moses has been doing an amazing job – there are flowers and green grass growing and it really feels like a home now. The water has its moments when the ram pump gets blocked up and Matt has to trek down the hill to the spring to get it going again, and although the water from the spring isn’t as much as it could be- rain has been a bit scarce the last few weeks – it still runs and keeps us going with water. We have had a hot bath every night since we got here!

Matt’s mom gave us some old photos of the view from the house and down by the dam from when his grandparents lived here and I can’t believe the change. I need to scan them and do a then and now to show you all how it has changed over the years.

This story was in our daily reading today “Streams in the Desert” – it is quite a profound story of how we need to leave things up to God – even though it is hard – He knows what He is doing.

“See how the lilies of the field grow (Matthew 6:28)

Many years ago there was a monk who needed an olive tree, so he planted an olive tree sapling. After he finished planting it, he prayed, “Lord, my tree needs rain so its tender roots may drink and grow. Send gentle showers.” And the Lord sent gentle showers. Then the monk prayed, “Lord, my tree needs sun. Please send it sun.” And the sun shone, gilding the once-dripping clouds. “Now send frost, dear Lord, to strengthen its branches,” cried the monk. And soon the little tree was covered in sparkling frost, but by evening it had died.

Then the monk sought out a brother monk in his cell and told him his strange experience. After hearing the story, the other monk said, “I also planted a little tree. See how it is thriving! But I entrust my tree to its God. He who made it knows better than a man like me what it needs. I gave God no constraints or conditions, except to pray, “Lord, send what it needs – whether that be a storm or sunshine, wind, rain, or frost. You made it, and you know best what it needs.”

28th March 2011

I have been avoiding writing because I have just not had the words to say really. The last few weeks have been one battle after the next. Matt got back safely after a very long time at the border, a long, hot, frustrating 2 days. It is criminal what goes on there – the ‘officials’ just wanting bribes and anything that is a normal process for clearing a vehicle is just a mission because if you don’t pay they don’t sway!!! Matt had to sleep at the border – which is like hell really – hot, no water to drink (not clean anyway), mosquitoes when he was trying to sleep in the car, so ended up on the pavement…just what I imagine hell to be like! But he returned home to me safely! We spent a few days in Harare after that – I went to the doctor who was so sad at about the miscarriage and has asked me to do a few blood tests just to check that all is ok. I felt so sad myself going there – knowing that last time we had been in his office we saw the heart beat.

We returned to Bonda – via Juliasdale to spend the weekend with the Edwards’. On our way there the sun started to set and it was a glorious few moments. The whole sky was lit up with pinks and oranges. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. The ahead of us was the full moon rising (it was the closest to the earth that it has been in 18 years – so it was already very bright). I said to Matt that I felt the Israelites in the desert with the fire and the pillar of cloud to protect them – (ours was a sunset and a moon though!) I just had this overwhelming feeling watching this amazing scene of creation taking place that God was saying to me this is how much I love you! I began to weep and said to Matt that as much as I want to be angry with God for taking our baby I just couldn’t when we are surrounded by such beauty all the time and He gives us beautiful sunsets and full moons just to acknowledge his greatness!

Matt preached that Sunday at the sweet little church in Juliasdale that we go to. His whole theme was that no matter what we go through we need to keep the faith – he quoted from his favourite movie “Braveheart” that they may take our lives but they may never take our freedom. And that is what life is about, it is a battle and we can choose to let the enemy get the better of us and just give up or we can choose to fight and although it is tough and we lose heart we know that we can keep strong knowing that through it all the Lord is strengthening our perseverance and refining us to be something greater. We can learn through our hardships.

It was so refreshing to be back home though, to the familiarity of the half tiled bathroom and the brown hot water from the boiler, it is home and it is where we are meant to be!

15th March 2011

15^th March 2011

As I sit here writing this – once again my heart is broken! So much has happened since the last happy entry. We headed off to South Africa for a few days mainly to collect the vehicle we are bringing back to Zim and also for a wedding. The doctor gave me the go-ahead and all was well with baby and mumma. The drive to Cape Town was very long but beautiful, we had a glorious few days there, the weather was gorgeous and the scenery spectacular. The wedding was in a quaint little town about 2 hours from Cape Town called Tulbagh – it had lots of history including an old chapel built in 1710! We started our drive back to Johannesburg and had a few hic-cups with the Jeep, the fuel pump was playing up so we had to go back to a town we had gone through already to pick up a pump. We had planned on breaking the journey up into two parts so stopping for the night wasn’t an annoyance – it gave us a rest and the Jeep a rest too. We set off for Johannesburg the next morning and all was good – the car only started playing up as we got closer to Jo’burg but it wasn’t a stress at all. We figured that the Lord was keeping us either from something up ahead or teaching us a lesson on patience and trust. Turns out He was! The vehicle took an extra day to fix and it was a day I needed to be in a town not in a car or at the border!

Later that day I started to bleed again, slightly heavier than before but prayed and went to bed believing it was all gonna be ok. The next day I just rested – Matt had done all the driving but I was exhausted – I then began to bleed more and by that evening I had to go into ER (which I must add is nothing like it is on TV – they don’t rush you in right away unless your arm is falling off) we sat for 3 hours from 10.30pm til 1.00am before a doctor saw me – who told me she could do nothing for me but did get me an appointment with her gynecologist the next morning. Matt was so strong and kept telling me it was all ok – but I knew that night it wasn’t – there was too much going on inside of me that shouldn’t have been. The next morning we went to the gyne and our precious baby was no longer there. The shock of believing and praying and trusting to find that it hadn’t worked out as we expected it to was too much for me. I felt abandoned and angry. Why again? What had we/I done wrong? Did we not have enough faith? What was the Lord doing to us? It is the hardest thing a woman can go through in life and just hope the Lord will use my pain one day to help someone else.

I flew that night back to Harare and left my poor husband, (whose side I did not want to leave) – who is so strong and so brave to drive the Jeep back. He sorted out papers and was meant to be here with me tonight but instead he is sleeping on the pavement at the border because he needed more money for the duty and he couldn’t drive back in SA as the car was already exported and has to wait until morning to get to the bank!!! (He is on the pavement because it is too hot in the vehicle at the border). He has been calm in his messages to me – he feels he obviously needed some character work. Again – why Lord? I do not get how our Lord works but He sure does it in mysterious ways – ways that are not ours!

I do not have the answer to my why questions and I may never know them – whatever it is the Lord is doing must be something good – I so desperately want our baby back. We didn’t even get a chance to say good bye but I know it is somewhere better. I feel so empty and can only ask the Lord to fill that space. My womb lies waiting for the perfect time for the perfect baby.

This was sent to me and it seems very much what life is about at the moment for us. It is a battle – but the Lord uses it for His good:

Encourager Classic: "Holding Patterns"

Many times, God will allow a painful situation or a painful circumstance in our life to "swallow us up." This season in our spiritual growth is a holding pattern. We can't move to the left or the right. All we can do is sit, like Jonah sat in the belly of that great fish, so God can have our undivided attention and speak to us.

God put Jonah in a holding pattern because He needed to speak to his heart. Jonah was all alone. There were no friends to call, no colleagues to drop by, no books to read, no food to eat, no interferences, and no interruptions. He had plenty of time to sit, think, meditate, and pray.

When we're deep down in the midst of a difficult situation, God can talk to us. When He has our undivided attention, He can show us things about ourselves that we might not otherwise have seen.

When we are deep in the belly of a difficult situation, there are no interruptions. God has our undivided attention. All we can do is sit, think, meditate, and pray. Like Jonah, we cannot run from God, because there are no mountains that are high enough, valleys that are low enough, rivers that are wide enough, rooms that are dark enough, or places that are hidden from Him.

We must remember to praise Him while we're waiting, and remember three things:
1. The pattern has a purpose.
2. The pattern has a plan.
3. The pattern has a process.

So stop struggling and start listening, praying and trusting. He'll keep you right where you are until you can clearly hear Him say, "I love you."

Suggested Prayer: Father, forgive my unbelief. I know you love me and I will come to see the benefit of everything in my life, even this holding pattern, and the manifestation of my God is assured through You. You have planned nothing for me but victories and I am ready to receive them regardless of how difficult the path.

In times like these I often want to just shut everything out and keep mourning – but I need to still my hurt and let the Lord in and listen to Him. Because at the end of the day all He does want me to hear Him say is “I love you”.