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, November 9, 2019
We are in Toronto this weekend … our old “stomping grounds”,
and it’s weird.
I remember always wanting to live in Toronto because I thought
it was the greatest city in the world. I loved the noise, the high-rise buildings,
musical theatre, the speed of life, nice restaurants and skanky bars that we
would visit to listen to live music.I
didn’t mind the traffic or the cold weather or the snow, I just loved Toronto.
But it seems I have changed.
I cannot express how happy I am to have our family together.
Spencer flew in from Chicago, Chloe drove in from St. Catherine’s and Ian and I
drove from Ottawa, after spending a few days visiting the Maxwell family and
our friends from the Egg Farmers of Canada.Nothing makes me happier than having the four of us together, anywhere
in the world and for any amount of time.But I am starting to get homesick.I miss my little ones. I miss their squeals of joy, their never-ending chatter, their
hugs, their innocence and I miss my Swazi friends and family.
There is a purity of spirit that I feel when I am at Project
Canaan, and while most people in the country are living in abject physical poverty,
their internal joy overflows from their smiles to their words of encouragement and
thanksgiving.But I don’t see that in
As we have traveled the past 20 days to eight cities in Canada
and the US, I can’t help but notice the poverty all around me. It’s not poverty
of income or wealth, it’s a poverty of spirit.I got in the elevator to get to the AirBnB that we are staying in and I
greeted the people and they just looked away as if I was crazy.Everyone is moving so quickly to get to the
next thing on their schedule, but rarely taking the time to be present where they are (I too am guilty of that!). I’m not
saying everyone is like that, and I am not doing a good job putting words to my
thoughts, but I feel a sadness and emptiness here that I just don’t feel back
I often wonder “what if” we had said NO to this calling to
serve “the least of these”?I would
never have seen the miracle of Princess walking or Holly and Ivy hearing or
Jonathan being raised from the dead.I
would never have understood how “life-giving” fresh water really is or how terrifying
fire can be or how often a chicken lays an egg (!).But most importantly, I may never have learned
that God IS our provider, His grace IS sufficient, and His mercy is new every
morning. I have learned that from living
This weekend we will see friends from high school, our business
days and our life in Toronto. There is no way for me to adequately explain the
joy (or the sorrow) of living in Eswatini, but hopefully they will see it in
our eyes and hearts.
To my Swazi friends and family – you have changed me, and I
will be forever grateful for your patience, your kindness, your grace and your
Live from Toronto … I don’t miss the cold weather!