On May 31st, 2012 the Maxwell family boarded a plane and moved to eSwatini (formerly known as Swaziland) to live at Project Canaan. I hope to update my blog on Saturday mornings and share, as honestly as I can, the highs and lows of our life in Africa. We are living on a farm in a remote part of this tiny Kingdom and are serving the community as well as the orphans and vulnerable children of the nation. Thanks for joining us.
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Saturday, May 5, 2018
When you wake up and realize ...
Friends Ann, Lainey and Doug Williams
If you have been reading my blog for a while you have heard
me say that living in Swaziland is complicated.Every thing is hard, from the condition of the dirt roads
that cause back and neck pain, having to travel to seven different government
offices/police stations just to buy a trailer for the car or even finding sour
cream for your favorite recipe.I
am not meaning to complain, it just is what it is, and to live successfully you
must learn to go with the flow and learn to live with frustration and/or
disappointment … and embrace the adventure!If you don’t, you will be miserable.
Today I woke up and wondered where I was? I was in
complete silence (no dogs, birds, tractors or people).I slowly opened my eyes and discovered
I was in a wonderfully soft bed in Indiana. I am in the US on an 18-day whirlwind trip to raise
awareness and funds for Project Canaan and I am blessed to have Spencer with me
as he is between school terms.
Last night we stayed with our dear friends Ann and Doug
Williams and enjoyed a lovely dinner around a beautiful table with their
friends and we were able to share about life in Swaziland – fun stories of what
we have learned, difficult stories of child abuse, redemptive stories of the
lame walking, the blind seeing and the deaf being healed.
I was asked what the hardest part of serving in Swaziland
is, and I explained that it is having a foot in both worlds. Living in
Swaziland full time, and visiting the US or Canada once or twice a year is like
standing on a dock with one foot on the dock and one foot in a canoe in
turbulent water. Some times it feels like Swaziland is the dock and the west is
the canoe, and sometimes it feels like Swaziland is the canoe and the west is
the dock.It’s hard to explain.
Once you get used to a way of living, a way of thinking, a
way of being, then the “other way” seems
odd/complicated/unstable/distressing.When I share about the hard life for children, women
and the poor in Swaziland it’s upsetting for western the listener to hear.But then when I hear about opioid
addiction, gun killing sprees and human trafficking in the US it is equally
upsetting for me to hear.Where is
the dry dock? Where are we safe from turbulent water?
I hadn’t planned to make a “lesson” of this blog, but it
seems obvious as I write this that our dry land or dry dock must be the Lord.
There will always be turbulence in life, but if we keep our eyes on Him, we
will be safe. Even if the boat flips over and we end up in the deep water, He
is with us always and we can go to Him for shelter from any storm or uncertainty.
I look forward to the next 15-days of sharing God’s grace,
His mercy and His love for His children all over the world, even through the
darkness and pain, and I pray that people here who are being invited to the
banquet will say “YES!” and not be too busy or distracted to join His work.