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, December 8, 2018
102F in December?
I grew up in Northern Ontario, Canada, where the temperature was often -30F
(-34C) in the month of December.We would have to shovel the snow to get to
our car, brush the snow off the windows and then turn on the car with the heat
on high to warm it up and help melt the ice on the windows so it could be
scraped off, all before driving anywhere.
Now I live in the southern hemisphere and it is summer now.
Yesterday it was 102F (39C) and I was thankful to have air conditioning in my
truck and a reason to be in my truck for a couple of hours in the heat of the
day.That reason was to go to town and
pick up a baby at the hospital who had been dumped in a pit latrine last week
and spent a week on antibiotics to ensure her health and life. I was thankful for
the coolness of my truck, and thankful for the baby’s life, but found myself
shaking my head at how bizarre my life has turned out.
It’s not just the temperatures that have changed to the extreme,
but also my very existence.I was born
to a 15-year-old teenage girl and was very much an unwanted baby to her
family. But I was a very much wanted baby to my adoptive parents who were
unable to conceive.As hard as that must
have been on my parents, the Lord directed me in to their family, and the trajectory
of my life changed.
Ian and I are now guardians for 217 Swazi children, whose
lives have been directed in to our family, and the trajectory of their lives
has changed.We have received three
babies in the past ten days – two of the three were found in pit latrines, and
lived. I am thankful that adoption was an option for my teenage mother back in
1963 and that I wasn’t left in an outhouse, or a snow bank for a stranger to
find me (or not).
Adoption is not an option in the Kindgom of eSwatini, so
these 217 are our children and we are trying to raise them to the best of our
abilities and means (with an incredible team of 80+ caregivers) so that they
can be grow up to be the best that they can be.
With that in mind, we did what any parent would want to do - we bought two pop-up swimming pools for
these extremely hot days and yesterday was their first day in the pools for the
summer season! It brought me such happiness to see the joy in the children's faces and
to watch them all just be silly kids.Many of our big kids also started life in the bottom of a pit latrine (outdoor
toilet), or were abandoned in the forest or the side of the road, but today is
a new day for them and hope has been restored to 217 precious children.
This week I was stuck by a line in the familiar Christmas
carol “Oh Holy night” this week.One of
the verses says, “In His name all oppression shall cease.” What a wonderful day
that will be when all oppression shall cease, and we will see Him again.