<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:20:41.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cowgirl diaries...</title><subtitle type='html'>although i still define myself by the work i do, i am on a journey to truly find and accept my identity in my Saviour, Jesus Christ. right now i have no long-term plan, except to follow where He leads...it took me to Uganda and back, who knows where is next, or what He'll teach me along the way?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-585463859206775242</id><published>2009-02-11T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:03:13.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where to begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqgXZtos_pk/SZPP3xz7qsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rHYKWW_qiz4/s1600-h/DSCF1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqgXZtos_pk/SZPP3xz7qsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rHYKWW_qiz4/s200/DSCF1040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301809743516117698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies! I've been down here in Sussex for over a month already, and so much has happened I don't really know where to start. There have been countless fun times, and countless things I've learnt - and I keep putting off writing an entry because I can't see how any of it would be interesting to anyone else, except for the new insight I have into God's grace, and that's something to write about another day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqgXZtos_pk/SZPP3tqvM-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/bOPn_sumSWw/s200/DSCF1059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301809742403810274" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqgXZtos_pk/SZPP3c_WIrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1xUrSSrhWm4/s200/DSCF1233_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301809737926845106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left: Our staff team - me, Debora (Utrecht, Holland), Anurag (India), Hanna (Sweden), Gina (California), Peter (Holland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right: me with my roomies, Christy (Wisconsin) and Deb (Utrecht, Holland)....spot the cow connection - the others may not yet be cow-freaks, but they're both from dairying areas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One very exciting thing about this week so far is that we've been learning more about the Holy Spirit - who He is and what He does. Despite having teaching on this twice before, I somehow still wasn't sure that I have been given any of the spiritual gifts as listed in 1.Corinthians - we tend to focus so much on speaking in tongues, healing and prophesy and teaching, that we forget that the other gifts are equally important in making up the Body of Christ. Our speaker, Gary Killingsworth (who I met in Uganda twice last year and will meet out there again in April...small world!) believes that each of us have one of the seven gifts of prophesy, serving, mercy, ruling, teaching, giving gifts, and exhorting/encouraging, and that although we have at least a couple of the other gifts in a smaller amount, there is one that predominates in us. We went through a checklist of character traits that go along with each dominant gift, and a checklist of ways in which we might be misusing the gift (kind of like a personality test) and I found it such a relief to know for sure that I DO have some gifts, I don't have to guess and hope that I have been given one - that used to cause me to doubt I was even a "real" Christian, because some people believe you're not filled with the Holy Spirit unless you speak in tongues or have some other obvious gifts, and I know that I'm nothing without the Holy Spirit...so you can see the spiral of panic this lie causes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll end there - this is enough for one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-585463859206775242?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/585463859206775242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=585463859206775242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/585463859206775242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/585463859206775242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-to-begin.html' title='where to begin...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqgXZtos_pk/SZPP3xz7qsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rHYKWW_qiz4/s72-c/DSCF1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-535078880946997259</id><published>2008-11-11T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:10:16.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons from the cows....and Oswald Chambers</title><content type='html'>In the 3 months I've been back, I have returned to my relief milking work with mixed feelings. Part of me loves being back out on the farms, doing a simple (yet secretly complex) job that is finished when I leave, and makes me feel I've achieved something with my day. But part of me feels I'm wasting time out there by myself, as I'm not really helping anyone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I can't really justify this feeling - God uses all situations to teach us something new, and I want to share a simple observation that anyone who's milked cows takes for granted (and is often irritated by!)...I just love how the Lord of all creation speaks through tiny everyday occurrences and brings vibrant colour and joy to something that is otherwise a source of annoyance and gloom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who haven't ever been in a modern milking parlour, let me give you a visual of the most common type, called a herringbone parlour: there are 2 floor-level platforms where the cows file in, usually 8, 10, or 20 a side, and a sunken pit in the middle where the milker stands. The milker has control of the front and back gates, and there is also often a feed computer which will dispense the correct amount of cow nuts (or "cake" as the dairy industry calls it) into each cow's feed trough. So, the first part of the milking routine is the milker opening the back gate, the first cow coming onto the platform, and the milker punching the cow's number into the feed computer so her feed will pour down into the first feed trough. As the second and third cows come in, the milker can see their numbers and also enter them into the computer, and so the line of cows are fed as they enter the parlour, before their teats can be cleaned and the milking units put on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some cows are either keen to be milked or very trusting - they know the feed is coming, so they march straight in and wait at their trough til the feed appears. But some hang back until they can hear feed falling down into the troughs, which is highly annoying as it slows down milking when you have to wait for cows to make up their minds to come in, and even more so if you have to constantly scramble up and down the steps at the back of the parlour to push the cows in yourself! One day I was struck by how close a resemblance this bears to us humans - isn't it often the case that we don't want to trust God's provision until He's proven Himself? I need to be more like those cows with faith - the ones who subconsciously know the routine, that cake comes every time they're in the parlour, so it's ok to go on in. After all, God has never failed me yet - so why do I have such a hard time trusting Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for what this all has to do with Oswald Chambers...I've been dipping his daily devotionals, "My utmost for His highest", and every time I've read one day's comment, the message has been the same: to find God in every mundane part of life and share the experience with Him, rather than keeping Him separate in the "spiritual box" of quiet times and church, and to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; let Him take control of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. It's something I find so hard - I like to think that once I've learnt to surrender something to God, that's it, job done - and I don't notice that I've gradually taken control of it and made it into "my" thing again. I think I'm slowly learning the bigger lesson, that the more I learn about Him, the more there is to learn...the bigger in size He appears to me, the more He keeps growing. I thought that all I had to surrender were my plans for my future - the location I'll be in, the work I'll be doing, the people I'll be near, the family I hope to have...and yet I now realise that even though I might have surrendered those things yesterday, I need to also consciously do the same today. I need to tell Him that I had my own ideas about what I wanted but that He has ultimate control and I would rather do His will than have any of those things, and I need to tell Him that every day - just like the proverb says, "we can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps". (Proverbs 16:9, NLT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the door closed for me to join YWAM in Austria, I knew I needed to seek God and figure out where I'd gone wrong in my pursuit of what I'd thought was His vision...and He explained to me exactly how I'd set my own agendas above His original plan for me, and limited the vision. Even now, as I'm working on a new route to the vision for Austria, I need to keep placing it in His hands and not seize control of it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for finding God in the mundane everday events of life, I think my little cow anecdote describes it perfectly...and yet I'm sure, if I really kept my eyes and ears open, I'd have many more stories to tell of how He met with me in the ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-535078880946997259?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/535078880946997259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=535078880946997259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/535078880946997259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/535078880946997259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/11/lessons-from-cowsand-oswald-chambers.html' title='lessons from the cows....and Oswald Chambers'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-1559946521779990366</id><published>2008-08-12T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:11:32.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uganda debrief begins...</title><content type='html'>I've been back home in Sutton for just over 2 weeks now, and am slowly beginning to process what happened over the last year. I feel like I was never fully able to put into words exactly what I was feeling and going through for much of my time out there - sometimes because I couldn't figure it out myself - sometimes this was because I didn't want to, I didn't want to face whatever it was that I was struggling with.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was mulling over something our Assistant Pastor said in church the other week, about identity - it really struck me as something I thought I'd learnt during my time in Uganda...I thought I'd successfully found my identity in God out there due to all other aspects of my normal earthly identity being stripped away. Out there, all things familiar were missing - family, friends, church, job, surroundings, language (most Ugandans do speak English, but a very different version than we do! and i felt a pressure to learn the local languages, which seemed impossible)...the way they did simple everyday things like cleaning and cooking were so alien and difficult to master. Even the hot, muggy climate and the skirts we had to wear were a real challenge. And I felt useless, spoilt, a horrible overprivileged westerner. And yet, despite feeling like a lone person stranded on a weird island with nothing to do, no clue of how to act or be remotely useful, God was still with me. He still desired my company and He still loved me. I think, in those moments, that I had a true glimpse of what it means to be a child of God, what it means to cling to Him because there's nothing else. But I didn't like what it took to get me there!!&lt;br /&gt;Although initially I began to find my feet and learn this new way of life, and to see the culture and the people through God's eyes, appreciating all the differences and accepting them, valuing them, was a constant effort. After DTS was over, I was so exhausted and just wanted to give up for a while, to turn inwards and create my own little world where nothing was required of me and I could just rest and be alone. Ultimately, I became selfish. I rejected the culture, believing my own western way of life was superior and looking forward to coming home because that's where church was done "properly", where people behaved "acceptably", spoke English the "right" way...I didn't want to make the effort in appreciating the variety of God's creation, I just wanted to go home. I thought I was doing the right thing in staying, knowing that God had called me to spend a full year there - but I didn't face up to the fact that He hadn't called me to just be there and do the bare minimum - He wanted me to experience Ugandan life in all its fullness, to see their way of life through His eyes and love it with His heart. I missed out on so many things that He wanted to offer me, just because I thought I knew best and wanted an easy life. Instead of enjoying more time getting to know the people around me, and investing in them fully, I craved the hours I could spend with my nose in a book, or watching a movie...and I craved junk food more than ever, especially peanut butter - of all the ridiculous things to become addicted to, why that, i'll never know!&lt;br /&gt;I even learnt about escapism and addictions as I had the privilege of attending some of the Addictive Behaviour Counselling School's classes as training for the prostitute ministry I was part of. And yet, I chose to love my sin and reject God - instead of coming to Him with my burdens, and accepting His rest as He asks us to in Matthew 11:28, I chose to go to my fictional worlds and my comfort food, which are in no way adequate gods!&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I failed in so many aspects of my year's mission - I'd gone out there with the goal of learning instant obedience, and of allowing the Holy Spirit more of my heart so He could heal the pain I still feel from the loss of my sister.  Instead, I hid behind my pain and used it as an excuse - when most of my struggles were never really to do with Eli anyway, they were to do with my own selfishness and lack of willingness to put God first and do His will when He asked more difficult things of me. I might have learnt to surrender more of myself during the first 5 months, but when I became tired I gave up and never fully repented - never completely turned my heart around and genuinely wanted to come back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to share all this because I believe God wants us to be real, and open ourselves up to expose all the cracks that we cover up so well. Everyone thinks I did amazing things out there in Uganda, and maybe I did let God use me a bit, maybe I did touch some people's lives, but I know that ultimately it was a real struggle and that I failed - that I am a weak human being and not a hero by any stretch of the imagination. And I wanted to use this experience to testify that our God is still a God of second chance, who loves us so much that even when we fail catastrophically, He provides a way out. I have failed miserably, yet I now have another chance to learn from these failures and try again - to assess what went wrong and try to avoid it next time. As much as I love my pride and hate admitting my weaknesses, I have a chance to open myself up and expose them, to tell those who know me that yes, I had a peanut-butter addiction and yes, I am ridiculous but at least I have killed off some of my pride by admitting to that, and God still loves me and I won't feel like a fraud anymore by hiding my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;And although I thought I'd figured it all out, that I'd finally learnt how to ground my identity in my Maker, it turns out that I'm still only a step along the journey. When I first came home I felt so weird, like a non-person who had no character of their own, because I felt defined by the person I was and the things I'd been doing in Uganda. It wasn't until I got my car back, went back to work and had some freedom and somthing useful to do again that I felt I could connect with God and be grateful. So I've now come to realise that too much of my identity is still in what I do, where I belong on Earth and who likes me. And I can never be truly useful to God if I cling to that too tightly - I will never fully surrender myself to Him and allow Him full rein to work through me if I look to the things around me instead of into His face.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, starting again. And I will continue to fail, to start again, to grow in this painful process until my time on Earth is done. But that's ok. I think I'm ready again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-1559946521779990366?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/1559946521779990366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=1559946521779990366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/1559946521779990366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/1559946521779990366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/08/uganda-debrief-begins.html' title='Uganda debrief begins...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-5674940856238967097</id><published>2008-07-23T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:59:06.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>final final news...</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting in the internet cafe in kampala's "garden city" - we've just had pizza and seen a movie and lauren is printing off her flight ticket. and the internet is really fast, so i can finally post up last week's email just in case anyone ever reads this still...can't believe i'll be home in 2 nights and a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email from last Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;So, I have changed my final nappy, cleaned up the last of the vomit (although my skirt still smells) and am almost packed up and ready to head back to Jinja tomorrow. I can't believe it's only a week and a night til I get home!!! All that's left to do now is say my goodbyes, do some shopping and eat nice food...and attempt to fit everything back into my suitcases. So much has happened here at Amecet over the past 7 weeks - babies have come and gone, we've had Penny, Kerryn and the Tongans come up from Jinja, we've had countless sicknesses including 3 of us getting malaria...and amongst the children, health has also become more of an issue. In my last email I said I often forgot that the kids are here because they're sick, but it's become evident now! Not only have we had fevers run through most of them, but there are one or two who needed more urgent attention. We have a 2-year old boy named Dennis who is something of a concern anyway, as he hasn't eaten in the whole 5 months he's been here (he's being tube-fed, but Els says she's never had a child remain on a tube for half so long before) but he was one of the worst-affected by fever, and then suddenly had his glands swell up almost overnight, so was taken to the doctor's for surgery. He seems to be doing fine, but it was scary to have something so serious happen in our otherwise pretty healthy "family"! Mattias is the other worrisome boy - he's a 2 or 3-month old baby who was doing really well until his skin started getting dry...and then it started peeling around his face and upper body, while his arms and legs began to look like elephant's legs. Despite our covering him in lotion several times a day, it got so bad that his face was so tight he couldn't suck his bottle properly, and he really looked like a mummified baby. Thankfully, he's been prescribed some steroids and antibiotics which seem to be helping, and we've been smearing him with vaseline every 2 or 3 hours, so he looks alive and well again - his face seems to have proper new skin now, and looks good! When I came here I expected the kids to be sick most of them time, but now I realise I'm glad they're not - i just couldn't cope with it! Last week, when they all had fevers, was one of the most heartbreaking - there was no way to stop them from crying, and I wished I could take it away for them. I can;t even imagine what it's like to have my own kids fall sick - it's bad enough with these that I've only known for a few weeks! I've thoroughly enjoyed my time here, hard as it's been - the occasional days that I felt well gave me a glimpse of how much fun it can be taking care of kids, and the other times just reassured me that it really isn't what I want to do...if for no other reason, then because they give you every virus known to man : )And I've learnt a lot more about God from these kids. The thing that sticks most in my mind is the lesson about patience - one time I was feeding a baby who was yelling and yelling for his milk, but it was too hot - and although he didn't know it was coming, I knew it would burn his mouth if I gave it to him too soon. It struck me that I'm often like that - demanding answers and things in life in my own timing, when God knows that it'll be so much better for me if I just wait til the time's right - which is not for me to know. I just hope my hands don't have to smell of baby vomit for me to remember that... And now, dear friends, I bid you goodbye - or "welaba" in luganda...until i see you all a week or so from now!!! Thank you again for all your support and encouragement this year - I still can;t believe I've been away for so long,that i actually survived it and that i really am coming home so soon...hurrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-5674940856238967097?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/5674940856238967097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=5674940856238967097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5674940856238967097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5674940856238967097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-final-news.html' title='final final news...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-6163949203376968371</id><published>2008-06-22T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:26:17.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye babies!</title><content type='html'>Today I got to join Els (the leader of Amecet) and two other staff, Simon and Esther, as we delivered the twins, Ben and Calvin, back home. It was "deep, deep in the village" - more than an hour away from the home, along ever-narrowing tracks - I'm used to walking along windy footpaths in villages, but taking an SUV along them was interesting to say the least! I was a bit concerned when the road narrowed to half the width of our vehicle, but Els assured me that wasn't narrow yet...and we literally did drive "along" 4-inch wide footways!&lt;br /&gt;we had an amazing reception there - we'd found the twins' dad at his church, and most of the rest of the congregation hopped in the back of the truck so there were about 30 people sitting around under the trees by the little round mud-huts (finally, some REAL african houses : )&lt;br /&gt;passing the boys round and watching Els talk to the dad. Then they gave us the classic Ugandan gift of a live animal - a turkey this time - who is happily gobble-gobbling his way around the compound now. I just loved the excitement that the whole village shared at the twins' return - they don't even live that close together - the huts we went to are only for the dad, his other children, his parents and a few students who stay with them, and there were no other huts to be seen - they were probably a field or two away. I felt a bit bad that I'd been able to spend all day every day with these babies for the past few weeks and hadn't appreciated a minute of it - they were kind of hard to feed at times, and when they vomited or pooed, they really meant it...but now these random villagers were beside themselves at just being able to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I get to be part of all this, but I also missed the usual feeding, changing, playing, blah blah blah....all in all it was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of Ben and Calvin I'm afraid, but let's see if this picture of one of my favourites, Godfried, will make it onto the page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31275279&amp;amp;id=28303927"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31275279&amp;amp;id=28303927"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-6163949203376968371?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/6163949203376968371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=6163949203376968371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6163949203376968371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6163949203376968371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/06/bye-bye-babies.html' title='bye bye babies!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-4738619047301669151</id><published>2008-06-19T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:33:24.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Margaret</title><content type='html'>just a follow-up to Margaret's story - she passed away in the early hours of the morning. it's so sad that she never got to experience much of life, but then again, maybe it's a blessing in disguise - she won't have to endure years of suffering on this earth, and is having a great time up in heaven already! thanks to everyone who prayed, your support is greatly valued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-4738619047301669151?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/4738619047301669151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=4738619047301669151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/4738619047301669151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/4738619047301669151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/06/rip-margaret.html' title='RIP Margaret'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-5284797027848259368</id><published>2008-06-19T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:29:24.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's email...</title><content type='html'>nothing's changed, i'm still a lazy so-and-so and am just posting yesterday's group email here for those who aren't on the email list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to the end of my third week at Amecet now, and feel like i've been doing this job forever! the kids are all so used to having new faces come and go that they take no time at all in adjusting to a new "auntie" and it's kinda fun having the toddlers zoom along on their hands and knees in the bid to climb on my lap...most of the time everything goes so well that i forget the kids are here because they're all sick. the biggest reminder is the skin complaints that a few of them have, but this week there's been a worse than usual cold going through everyone - all the staff have had it, and a lot of the babies have been coughing and crying more than usual. the tiniest baby, margaret, who isn't from an hiv family but has down's syndrome, has been the worst-affected. right now, she's in the hospital room on an oxygen machine as she's been gasping for breath all afternoon. her heart is pumping like crazy and the doctor wasn't very optimistic...please pray if you can. i hate to admit that i''m still not much of a baby fan - these weeks of bottle-feeding and nappy-changing have only proved what i've always said, babies aren't cute, they're hard work - but little margaret is just so tiny, i hate to see her struggling for life. in general, i'm just tired! i have a day off tomorrow, which should help - we work in shifts with an average of one day off per week, although it's only been 5 days since my last day off and then i have another 4 before katy and i go back to jinja for our friends' graduation and a break! The shifts run 7am-3pm, 1pm-9pm and 6pm-8am, so we always have some time off in the day. It's only 8 hours at a time but it feels like forever!! the work is incredibly monotonous, which i think is what makes time pass so slowly - i miss the variety of the work i used to do! however, it is a slight improvement on making necklaces and visiting people i can't make conversation with...2 of the toddlers here, Emma and David, have a fun debate of "da?" "da." "da!" which i can at least join in with : ) not long til i'm back to pester you all!! 4 1/2 weeks and counting...trying not to, but it can't be helped...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-5284797027848259368?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/5284797027848259368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=5284797027848259368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5284797027848259368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5284797027848259368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterdays-email.html' title='yesterday&apos;s email...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-2799454366820880054</id><published>2008-06-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:57:15.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks to go...</title><content type='html'>this is me trying not to count down the days...but I think it's always harder when the end is in sight! the last 2 weeks have gone by quite fast, considering the struggle it was to get used to the changes in environment, people and work while fighting off a cold and then a tummy bug...let's just say they weren't the most enjoyable weeks of my time in Uganda. But the people here are great - we just said a sad goodbye to Kerry from Cork (Ireland) who came to the end of her time here yesterday. There's still one more muzungu besides Katy and me - a girl from Virginia called Lauren who got here a couple of weeks before us, and was a great help in getting started...has anyone seen me with a baby before?! thought not...that's because i was terrified of them til now - and while i wouldn't say i've learnt to love them, i can at least bottle-feed and change nappies without being in constant fear of killing them in one breath! the kids here are really anything but delicate - i haven't yet got comfortable with carrying them by the customary one arm, but it doesn't bother me now to hear them scream about a slight bash - they quite often scream for no apparent reason anyway, so i know now that whatever happens, they'll get over it : )&lt;br /&gt;if only i could get photos up on here...there's one boy, david, who's just hysterical - whenever he's particularly happy or excited (when a new person comes in, or he sees food...) he sticks his tongue right out and squeals! and mealtimes are a generally entertaining time (as long as you avoid the food + drink that finds it way everywhere but their mouths) as the terrible threesome (Godfried, David and Emma) engage in a thrilling debate of "da?" "da." "da!" makes a change from "how are you?"" "fine.""how is here?""fine.""how is there?........" i can tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 9 babies and 6 toddlers here, and they keep the 20 or so staff running around 24/7...we have 3 shifts, 7am - 3pm (A), 1pm - 9pm (B) and 6pm-8am (D). So every day we get some time off! The only difficult shifts are the night shift followed by a B and then an A - it seems like the inbetween times are barely enough to catch up on sleep! i do quite like the night shift though - the toddlers are safely tucked away, so all we have to do is feed babies and watch movies...we usually have power and there's a tv with dvd and video machines! it's a harsh environment indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have a newfound respect for parents and anyone who's involved in childcare now - kids are hard work, not just because of the constant need to be on your toes, but because of the sheer monotony of the tasks...give me cows anyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-2799454366820880054?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/2799454366820880054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=2799454366820880054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/2799454366820880054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/2799454366820880054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-weeks-to-go.html' title='6 weeks to go...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-7875327857649459496</id><published>2008-05-27T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:38:14.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grindstone</title><content type='html'>It almost seems like last week didn't happen now - today was so normal, it's odd to think that this time last week I was chatting away to some Leeds medics I met in the hostel in Kampala, excited about the prospect of actually going on safari!&lt;div&gt;The trip itself was pretty amazing - we saw everything, from birds (Uganda's national bird, the crested crane, and also some neon-bright red, blue and yellow small birds) to small mammals like baboons, warthogs and different deer and antelope species, to the big ones - we saw lots of giraffes, buffalo and hippos, a few elephants and even lions! No prizes for guessing which were my favourite....i just loved the way that wild buffalo behave EXACTLY the same as domestic cattle - whether we were in a car or on a boat when we passed them by, they stopped what they were doing to stare blankly at us until we'd gone. I wondered if it was us humans who were on safari, or the buffalo! Most of the animals were happy to look at us and allow us to take their photos when we stopped, and some of the giraffes even came up to the car and stood to pose for us - I always thought of them as aloof and serene in zoos, but somehow expected them to be a bit scattier in the wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made the whole safari trip even better was getting to share it with Katy, her mum and sister, and Kerryn who's sorting out the accounts at the national office - it was great to get to know Katy's family a bit, and to spend more time with Kerryn - she's even more fun than I realised, she did my "funny run" with me!!! (if you don't know what that is yet, i challenge you to join in with me in my hyper moods - it's been a while since i found someone to do it with me!) We all stayed in Kampala an extra night after we got back, and saw Indiana Jones at the cinema - bit of a weird jump from the heart of Africa back into the western world in the space of one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The animal adventures continued as I caught up with the DTS team in Mbarara - Guy and Penny, 2 of my friends, decided on the spur of the moment to buy two chicks from the brood they'd seen just down the road from their house, and within 20 minutes all the girls were cooing over Cleopatra and "Men" as the babies were interestingly named (apparently one looks like an Egyptian Pharaoh but is too feminine to have that name, and the name "Men" came from what Geoffrey calls Guy instead of "Man"...i'm sure i've just made that clear as mud to you all :-p ) If only I hadn't lost my camera cable, then I could upload the photos...sadly, it's one of the most exciting things that's happened recently!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didn't want to go back to Mbiko today and have to carry on as normal, but it was quite a fun day in the end - I think I'm getting used to my celebrity muzungu status, and it's almost normal now to be randomly invited into someone's house for a soda and biscuits/cake (even though the only person who gets to eat and drink is the guest, and the others sit around watching your every move as if you're some fascinating new species) I'm definitely glad it's only another 2 or 3 days of ministry here, as I'm quite tired of it all now and am ready to move on....Soroti here we come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-7875327857649459496?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/7875327857649459496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=7875327857649459496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/7875327857649459496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/7875327857649459496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-grindstone.html' title='Back to the grindstone'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-4536788076484162657</id><published>2008-05-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:38:45.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes in the bed!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm being overly dramatic...but we had a bit of an exciting day on Saturday when Rachel came back from her holiday week in town - she saw a long, thin green snake disappearing under our locked door and into our bedroom! Our friend John was luckily around, and he spent a good half hour poking through everything (and I mean everything...it took much longer than that half hour to put things back again...) with a mop handle, but even after lifting off the sheets from the beds, pulling out everything from under the beds and shelves and poking through the stuff inside my suitcases, he couldn't find it...so he proceeded to light a fire on the floor to smoke it out. So now we had a snake AND a fire in our room. Great! It did work though - it came out and he caught it climbing up a bookshelf....turns out it was a green mamba. Just as well Rachel was there to see it come in - no matter how harmless they are when you leave them alone, I'm not sure it would have been so much fun to wake up with it under my pillow!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my exciting story for the week - I'm afraid life really isn't that interesting all the time! I spend a lot of time asking myself why I'm here when I don't seem to be doing much, and things finally came clear enough to put into words when I read an old email from one of my friends just an hour or so ago (sorry to all of you whose emails are still lying unread in my inbox...I found a load from Feb and have read most of those now, but then I found a few more from September!!! oops...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think so many people are really challenged by those of us who are "brave" enough to venture into Africa, Asia or some other third world place. You might think we're doing these amazing things, but in reality all we're doing is living life in the place we've been called to - yes, there are some amazing things we get to see and exciting experiences we get to have, but we're no better people than the rest who stay home! It's not only the overseas missionaries who are living their lives for God - every Christian is witnessing to those around them in the place God has positioned them, whether that's the town they were born in, or an unexplored rainforest. When I look at my life here, I see days filled with boring meetings, making necklaces and fighting with computers...and evenings of washing up, playing cards, reading or watching a movie. Sound familiar?! Life is just life wherever you are. But if that's what God has told me to do, it's enough! That's what it always comes back to - I just have to do what He tells me to do, nothing more, nothing less. Even Jesus said that He did nothing other than what the Father told Him to do. We were reminded of that as a base, when we had some teaching on intercession a couple of weeks ago. Even in intercession, we should only pray for whatever God wants us to pray for - so much of the time we waste our efforts praying for things we feel we should pray for, and we can get just as overwhelmed by all the need for prayer as we do by all the physical need there is in the world. But if we just ask God what He wants us to pray for, He'll tell us! Now, why can't I just remember that more often? I'd save myself a lot of stress and unnecessary worrying that i'm not doing enough or not praying enough if I remembered that all God wants of me is that I act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-4536788076484162657?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/4536788076484162657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=4536788076484162657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/4536788076484162657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/4536788076484162657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/05/snakes-in-bed.html' title='Snakes in the bed!!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-2924657508484601535</id><published>2008-04-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:31:26.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an exciting life I lead...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, strange - having wasted over an hour doing very simple things on the internet, this blog site is now being unusually fast and cooperative...and it's usually this page that gives me the most trouble! &lt;br /&gt;My biggest news today is that I FINALLY finished the WAR Ministry newsletter...it's only taken 3 months. Oh how exciting my life is - I sometimes wonder how many of you think of me as doing amazingly exotic and wonderful things out here, and yet I spent all morning in much the same way as most of England, staring in frustration at a computer screen and wishing the stupid machines had never been invented (although I am now extremely grateful for this one, as it means I can contact home...!)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do have slightly more interesting experiences than the more mundane side of things. This weekend I went to Wobulenzi, my friend Peace's hometown which is an hour out of Kampala (which direction, I couldn't tell you) down a horribly potholed road- I think I felt more sick from the constant swerving to avoid the holes than I would have done if we'd just hit them all! It was definitely an experience...and one i'm glad is now behind me : )&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning in Kampala visiting our friend Vicky from Tanzania, the eldest daughter of the pastor we worked with when we did our outreach there. It was good to catch up with her again, and see her school there...students here definitely have a different experience from those at home! There were only 2 classrooms, big barn-like rooms crammed with desks, and her dorm had 3 bunkbeds  in a space the size of a small double bedroom (pretty much the size of my room in Coldharbour, which was literally big enough for a double bed, desk, wardrobe and chest of drawers with a tiny walkway inbetween)...and they only get lunch provided, so they have to cook their own dinner and breakfast if they want it! Latrines and showers are in a small block that you reach by a muddy pathway inbetween the kitchen building and some other dorm buildings. There are posher schools, of course, but I think this one is probably fairly normal for the average student - all kids can cook from a young age, and many people only eat one meal a day anyway. A far cry from the luxuries we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;We then spent the afternoon walking round Wobulenzi and meeting all Peace's friends there - it was great to see how many lovely people she knows and who are all supportive of her, and to have some familiar faces smiling at me in church the next day! I had to "preach" (although i use the term loosely - it's definitely not one of my gifts) and was relieved when it was all over - that was the last of my commitments, and i can now retire as a "preacher" and hide in the safety of the rest of the church once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not long now til I move on from this place - Katy and I are planning to go up to the Soroti base, northeast of here, in June for our last 6 weeks or so. They have a respite home and a hospice for HIV kids there, and hopefully we can be of some help. It'll be a welcome change in many ways - both of us are getting really tired of here - mainly in ministry, because neither of us are particularly happy or fulfilled in what we're doing, but I think we're stagnating and need a total change of scenery and people. So that's really something to look forward to! Katy's dad is visiting her this week - he arrived on Friday but I haven't met him yet, since they stayed at Kingfisher resort all weekend. Then Katy's mum and sister are coming out later in May, and that pretty much fills her time til we move on!&lt;br /&gt;The ABC school are doing some of their outreach in Mbiko, so as of May 12th we have a busy schedule with them. I need to make the most of the next couple of weeks of relative quiet before it all gets going! DTS are also leaving for outreach on May 12th, so things will change hugely - with 36 students and 8 staff, they make up more than half of the base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all the news for now - my Gran seems to be doing well, for those of you who may be wondering...so life is pretty good today. And I even have time to relax this evening! I really can't complain : )&lt;br /&gt;Hope the rest of you are well...bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-2924657508484601535?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/2924657508484601535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=2924657508484601535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/2924657508484601535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/2924657508484601535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-exciting-life-i-lead.html' title='What an exciting life I lead...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-930253204727445571</id><published>2008-04-15T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:35:50.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me : ) ....and the rest of Hopeland!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, almost a month again since my last message...I really am bad at this! A big thankyou to everyone who's sent me birthday wishes on Facebook or email - I have read them all and just don't have time to reply, but I am very thankful to have such lovely friends who take the time to write! Today has been an interesting birthday - the morning was quite stressful as it's also Jackie's and Ryan from DTS's birthday too, so I had to finish icing their cakes and deliver their presents (I am as disorganised as ever and didn't finish baking the cakes til 11 last night...) and it was all a rush to do that in between breakfast and cooking - the only way i could ensure my favourite food on my birthday was to stay on the base, so I asked to be on the rota for chapati-making this morning. So now i'm exhausted...but I got my chapati and beans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots has happened in the last few weeks - one of the girls moved into Mary's house, so Mary's pretty much doing ministry 24-7 now, and another volunteer has showed up to help - a guy called Godfrey who did his DTS in 2006 and knows Mary well through his mum. They've been going to the bars in the evenings and have found 3 new girls to begin working with, so it's all go.&lt;br /&gt;Our Year for God co-ordinator, Caroline, has come to visit this week, and it's great to have her around - I didn't realise how great it feels to have someone here for the sole purpose of visiting me and Katy! It's all a bit hectic though with all the birthdays - we babysat for April so she could have dinner with Masiu on Sunday, then it was Msaki's yesterday and the 3 of us (Jackie, Ryan and me) today, so there have been cakes galore...i'm so glad not to have to make any cakes tonight! Katy made mine yesterday and we're also making chips tonight...if i ever get back from town! talking of which, i should go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more news to come, it's been such a busy time that i haven't had time to update this page, and now there's a backlog of news. such is life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope y'all are well : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-930253204727445571?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/930253204727445571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=930253204727445571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/930253204727445571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/930253204727445571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-me-and-rest-of.html' title='Happy Birthday to me : ) ....and the rest of Hopeland!!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-5236747864925851424</id><published>2008-03-20T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:52:31.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>I can't quite believe the time has gone so fast - it seems like yesterday that I was sitting in the internet cafe in Arusha typing a Christmas message! It's 5.15am, I've been up for a while taking advantage of a speedier internet connection (when too many people are on the wireless network, it takes forever) and waiting for 6 when we'll set out carrying our cross up the hill behind the base. It'll be a taste of home - except the road up the hill is slightly different from Sutton High Street....slightly fewer people, more trees and monkeys...unless we're allowed to walk through the school that's up at the top, which would be good - we can invite them to join in!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last couple of weeks have been an interesting learning experience - somehow I'm still not fully able to trust God with my life and the lives of those closest to me, even though He's always proved His faithfulness. I was worried not only about my gran's health, but also about the decision I had to make in either staying here or flying over to Austria to be with them - I wasn't sure if the family would be upset that I was "too religious" to give up the work here even when one of them was in hospital, but I didn't feel God's peace about coming! As ever, He worked it all out anyway - why do i worry?! Nobody wanted me to come home for just a few weeks, as it would have been a waste of money, and they also weren't expecting me to cut the year short....so as long as my gran stays stable, it's ok for me to stay here! Please continue to pray for her though, as her left side is still paralysed and i'm not sure she's even doing the exercises, or is able to do them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I've also been learning more about the brain - how it develops and functions for emotional control, and how we end up with addictions. This week's topic is sexual addictions, and it's been completely eye-opening as I never understood what drives people to become addicted to pornography, what makes people have affairs and even abuse children. So often we''re told that these people are evil or that it's their own fault - but what if they really want to stop, and can't? Paul writes about this in Romans 7:14-15, where he talks about being a slave to sin and instead of doing the good that we want to do, we end up doing the evil we hate. Hearing from some addicts' testimonies, it strikes me that we judge far too quickly - nobody is born evil, because we are made in God's image and are therefore good...it's what happens during life, even in the first few years that we have no memory of, that can either develop or damage our brains and set us up for healthy relationships or dysfunctional ones. Maybe we don't talk about these things enough, and many people don't get the help they need to begin recovery and start again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day we celebrate Jesus's ultimate sacrifice for all of us, the day He defeated all sin and death. That doesn't mean sin isn't still around - but we can now overcome it with Jesus' help! But need to face up to the fact that we will always be sinners, and we need each others' support in our individual struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-5236747864925851424?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/5236747864925851424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=5236747864925851424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5236747864925851424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5236747864925851424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-9164605950253978420</id><published>2008-03-12T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:45:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still alive.... : )</title><content type='html'>I just realised it's been a while since I last wrote anything. And now I don't have much time! I'm feeling very stressed-out at the moment since I learnt my gran had a stroke on the weekend - it's so hard being so far away and not really knowing what's going on...I just want to be over in Austria with my family! Please pray for her recovery, and also that I'd have peace about either staying here or going over to visit - I don't know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks I've been joining in with class at the ABC (Addictive Behaviour Counselling) school, as they have "open weeks" for the topics of Trauma and Sexual Addictions - exactly what Mary and I need to learn more about for the work with the prostitutes. It's been really interesting and eye-opening - half of it has been recognising just how messed-up we are ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is happening - I haven't been out to Mbiko in a while again, which is just as well, as I don't have much energy at the moment - just going to class takes it out of me! I'm so thankful for this lovely open base I'm on, where there are lots of quiet places to be alone, and also for having a room to myself this week - Rachel has gone up to Pader to the IDP camp again, to see how the people there are getting on since the teams from South Africa and Scotland left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-9164605950253978420?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/9164605950253978420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=9164605950253978420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/9164605950253978420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/9164605950253978420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-alive.html' title='still alive.... : )'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-8783449319231502020</id><published>2008-02-15T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:59:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to tell...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to write a brief update even though i don't feel like there's that much to tell, not that that's ever stopped me before :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last couple of weeks i've been dividing my time between helping with the new DTS and the work in Mbiko. DTS involved mainly joining in with the staff prayer meetings and spending time getting to know the students, sitting in on their classes and introductions and joining in with their work duty and games. i've also managed to spend a fair amount of time in the kitchen as usual...how does that always happen?! at least i know what i'm doing there - it's nice to have one familiar job in the midst of all the chaos!&lt;br /&gt;most of the Mbiko work has been meetings for discussing what's going on, making a schedule and writing a newsletter (still not completed! it involves photos...need i say more?!) although i did get to meet 3 other girls last thurs and learnt to make paper beads for necklaces. it was fun! next week should be more active on the Mbiko side and less with DTS - i'm looking forward to that, to getting to spend more time with the girls and getting to know them, as it's supposed to be my primary commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fun thing i got to do last weekend was have a "german day" and experience Austria in the middle of Uganda! i made friends with a German girl called Monika who's one of the South Africa DTS team doing outreach on Namiti, one of the Buvuma Islands (out in Lake Victoria) and she invited me to meet her friends from her home church, who are working in Mukono (on the way to Kampala). The friends are a retired couple working with an Austrian/German project that's building schools - they already have a big primary school and vocational training schools for carpentry, brickmaking/building, pottery and tailoring. The place is beautifully laid out and maintained, and the staff house is even decorated Austrian-style, complete with a wooden dining table and corner benches...and the husband is a baker, there to help build the bakery, and he gave us some fresh-baked "Nusszopf" (sweet nut stollen-type bread) which is my favourite!! it was so fun getting to speak german for a whole day, to meet such lovely people and to experience the beautiful setting...a great cure for homesickness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's all for now or i'll be late back yet again...and i want to get all my little jobs done tonight so i can relax tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope y'all are well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love alex : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-8783449319231502020?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/8783449319231502020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=8783449319231502020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8783449319231502020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8783449319231502020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-much-to-tell.html' title='Not much to tell...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-6524653892406920234</id><published>2008-02-01T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T06:06:30.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still alive!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, sorry for the long delay in writing...no good excuse, i've just been too lazy! when we got back from TZ i just felt so tired and emotional that i wanted to hide out in my room - unfortunately, i had lots of odd jobs i'd promised to do so ended up keeping busy enough to remain worn out until the last couple days of my "holiday", and only managed to feel bored for half a day before it was time to begin the next chapter of my year here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case i never mentioned this, we flew back from Kilimanjaro airport - God provided us with money through Katy's dad and some of her sponsors, and we had enough for all 8 of us to fly! It was amazing watching the sun rise over Mt Kilimanjaro and Mt Meru (the mountain close to Arusha town) as we drove to the airport in the back of Pastor's pickup truck - it has to be one of my best memories so far! Then we also got a closeup of Kilimanjaro as we flew past it in our tiny plane....i'm hoping to get hold of katy's photos at some point, you can see them on facebook or on her website though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since Monday I have been trying to find myself work to fill the week - i am supposed to be mainly working with Mary who befriends and counsels prostitutes in a town named Mbiko, the other side of the Nile from Jinja. The overall aim is to get the girls out of prostitution and into other jobs, so Mary visits them at home and at work, holds crafting sessions to teach them new skills, and invites them to her home for tea and fellowship, and some of them come to Bible studies she holds. Sarah from America was working with Mary til she went back home in December, and now Mary's been on her own again for the last couple of months. I had a meeting this morning with Mary and Sandra who's the overall team leader for ToRCH ministries (Together Restoring Community Hope) and felt a bit overwhelmed at the vast amount of effort required in helping the girls transition back to a "normal" life - it's such a long process, and i probably won't be able to see much change in the 6 months i'm here, but i feel it's the right thing for me to work with, and i'm sure even that in itself will do me good - i'm so impatient and so used to visibly seeing the effects of my work (when a cow is milked, her udder is empty, when a calf is fed it lies down happily, when a yard is swept it's clean!!) so it will be "character building" to work towards something that i have to just trust is having some effect somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what we were discussing today, it didn't seem there'd be much free time, but if there is, i'm hoping to help staff the DTS which is beginning on Monday - there are 39 students this time, in slight contrast to our 6, and only 1 extra staff member so far. 12 of the students are westerners, so i hope i can help support them - as lovely and understanding as the African staff are, they will never completely be able to see things from a western viewpoint, just as i will never fully understand their viewpoint, so it should help to have one staff member who's from the west, even if i am only part-time and hardly ever there!!&lt;br /&gt;The American girls who have arrived so far are amazing - they are really sweet and fun, and have already got stuck in to helping serve food and clean chairs....it really challenged me how unafraid they are to chat away to everyone as if they've been here for years - i always feel so nervous when i'm new, and other teams that have come in have also been much  more reclusive. if they keep this up, the next 3 months are gonna be great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now folks, talk to you again soon....thanks again for any emails i havent managed to reply to, i am trying much much harder now that i'm passing through town more often, it's just the usual dodgy internet problems but at least i'm replying to some now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how could i forget? Peninah cow had her baby last night - a little bull calf! how could i almost forget the bovine news....?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-6524653892406920234?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/6524653892406920234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=6524653892406920234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6524653892406920234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6524653892406920234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-alive.html' title='still alive!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-6284688890832352092</id><published>2008-01-08T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:08:17.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stranded in TZ!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;once again my internet time is short so i'll try and be brief...&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't heard, there is rioting in Kenya following presidential elections that had been rigged - so the borders were closed for about a week around New Year. Although the borders are now open and several buses have gone safely through to Uganda, there are rumours of vehicles being burnt and we know that the roads aren't very safe still as they pass through some of the areas where demonstrations are going on....so after a week of hoping that tomorrow might be safe to travel, we began to explore the option of flying, and despite each air ticket being more than we could afford, the money has been found!! If ever in the future I am in doubt that God's bank is huge and He always provides, I will remember this time - I was wondering how many tickets i could buy with my year's budget, but even before we sat down to dinner last night we'd had news that several people had pledged to give us the money - no way was i expecting provision to come so fast, when we only began to think about flying yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Please still pray though, as although the money is there, we can only access the remainder of the balance tomorrow, and also we haven't actually made the journey yet!! after so many days of hoping that today or tomorrow would be the day we leave, i'm having a hard time believing it to really be true. we're not at all in a bad place - we are safe, we have freedom to move around and get to town (as you can see by this post!) and the church people are lovely and it's great to spend more time with them - it's just that the time has come to get home to Jinja, and we've been itching to go since before our designated leaving date anyway, so the last week has felt like months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i have experienced many things in this bonus week - we were invited to an amazing dinner by a rich lady who not only fed us chicken, chapati and a delicious veg soup which also contained peas (havent seen them since leaving uk!) but also ICE CREAM!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;twas fantabulous....&lt;br /&gt;i have also learnt to scrub blackened cooking pots with grass and mud (open fires make pans black, we have to use firewood now as have run out of charcoal and it's expensive...the mud and grass i cannot explain, but it works!!!)&lt;br /&gt;ooh gotta go, time is up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-6284688890832352092?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/6284688890832352092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=6284688890832352092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6284688890832352092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6284688890832352092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2008/01/stranded-in-tz.html' title='stranded in TZ!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-7311961832383038667</id><published>2007-12-24T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T03:41:21.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>To save time i'm just pasting my email up here for anyone who didn't get it...voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! Yup, it's been a long long time...i can only apologise for being so slow to even think of writing letters, i think i might resort to that for some of you now that i'm discovering the internet is a very precious and rare treasure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for all your emails - i haven't actually read any for weeks since internet access has once again been impossible, but if i ever finish writing i'll read and reply then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some news in brief (how do i begin to summarise more than 3 months?!!) we completed the lecture phase of DTS (discipleship training school) at the beginning o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f November, travelled west t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Fort Portal where we stayed in 2 villages, each for 4-5 days. The people were lovely but spoke hardly any english, there was no power or water so we had to walk a fair way downhill to get water in jerry cans...20l of water gets pretty heavy when you're scrambling up steep hills! We were mainly visiting people in their homes every morning, explaining what we believe to them and asking if they had any questions or wanted to become Christians, and most afternoons we had "crusades" which for my part involved standing on rickety wooden stages and attempting to sing and dance to songs in languages i don't know...fun!! a few times we performed the dramas we'd rehearsed, then one of our leaders preached and we prayed for people afterwards. i wish my description of the atmosphere could do it justice - it was so crazy to have all these hundreds of kids just turn up from nowhere, pushing against the barrier wires and chasing after me and Katy just to hold our hands or touch us (us muzungus are HUGELY interesting - even our neighbours' kids spent most of each day just staring at us or shouting "muzungu! muzungu! every time we passed....5 times a day, every day without fail...)&lt;br /&gt;one thing i'll never forget about Fort P was moving in between the villages - somehow we managed to fit 11 people,their luggage, a sounds system with 4 giant speakers, our cooking pots and pans plus sacks of food to last 2 weeks, all into a small pickup truck. 2 of the girls and the driver sat in the cab, the rest of us were piled in the back with the stuff - it was great!! We saw so much amazing scenery - the west of Uganda is just like NZ with beautiful hills, forests and mountains, and many cows! It's Uganda's dairy region, but also has giant tea plantations and rice fields. Oh, and one lady who invited us to her house gave us a live goat! i was so excited til i realised the impracticality of bringing it back to Jinja with us (an 8-hour journey in a packed minibus is not the best place for a goat) but i just couldn't bring myself to let the others eat it - it was a beautiful female, exactly what i want when i start my herd of milkers - so Emma the school leader took pity on me and swapped in for someone's scraggy little billy, who promptly became dinner. all in all, i think it was a good swap for the other person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent 2 weeks in Kakira, just down the road from our base - we had power, but no water...in fact, even our one water source that was a carryable distance away dried up, so the boys had to resort to cycling to the base with 2 or 3 jerry cans tied to the back! I have new respect for them - my one attempt failed so miserably, it was not a pleasant experience! my only comfort was that henry, who rescued me, also crashed several times and definitely struggled throughout the ride - so at least i'm not yet a weedy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're in Arusha, Tanzania - the only major difference is that i understand the language even less than before, and the people speak less English! Otherwise the two countries are very similar, the work is the same, the kids still shout "muzungu!"...&lt;br /&gt;actually, one highlight of our stay so far is i came across a lady who wanted me to pray for her cow!! i know i said i wanted to work with cows and help in some way, but i wasn't expecting it to randomly happen on one of our evangelism visits! I think i frustrated my interpreter a bit by asking a zillion questions about the exact problem - it turns out they used AI, and the cow always threw big calves and had never yet delivered a live one  - they always got stuck and died, and the cow herself was the tiniest Friesian i've ever seen, so i wondered if they import semen from our giant Western holsteins rather than collecting from their own African "local" bulls. i have no idea if the woman understood what i was saying, so i'm glad we have a God who answers prayers, even for those things we should be able to figure out on our own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other fun thing is walking through a banana forest to get to our church here...it never gets old : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for those of you who were expecting stories of well-digging and feeding the hungry - i was a bit disappointed myself when it turned out not to be part of our program, but i've enjoyed just meeting with so many different people who live in a completely different way from us, being able to talk to them and listen to their views on life. And tomorrow i'll find out how these guys celebrate Christmas - it seems so unreal sitting here in the hot dusty city of Arusha, when usually Christmas means freezing cold weather, mucking out and milking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone, let's all hope this isn't my last email for another 3 months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love alex : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-7311961832383038667?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/7311961832383038667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=7311961832383038667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/7311961832383038667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/7311961832383038667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-2981040616328840717</id><published>2007-11-15T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:50:55.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still alive : )</title><content type='html'>ok, just to reassure you that i did in fact survive my solo trip to town...although i have to admit it wasn't a great act of bravery, i cheated in the end - Masiu was driving Patoni, Lupe and baby Nia to the doctor's in town because Nia had a fever (she's fine now but Masiu's son Sione now has malaria...please pray!) and they passed me and offered a lift! God must have been chuckling to Himself about my scaredyness...He could have just let me get on with it and make me tougher, but i'm so thankful He provided a car to rescue me instead, that was much more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still home at Hopeland, we still haven't gone (it's a standing joke now, it's amazing how many people here ask me if i'm still here when they see me...maybe they have hologram people in their country?)  yes, we should have left on Monday but we didn't, there was no church for us to work with until someone agreed to host us yesterday, so we should be leaving tomorrow, hurrah!! it seems there were still some things God wanted us to sort out here before he moved us on, and one big thing was tidying up our area of the base - so we have been doing lots of weeding and it looks a lot better! We also managed to get some rest and take time over packing, and all that's left now is to move our stuff that's staying behind to a storeroom and clean our dorm room. And tonight for dinner is sweet potato and peanut sauce, one of my favourites - yay! also a good reason to still be here : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing else to write, there's only so much i can say about weeding and cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope y'all are doing well! maybe the next post will be more eventful when i can tell you what we've been up to in Fort Portal - i might not be able to contact anyone for a couple of weeks as there's probably no power where we're staying there, i'm told it's "deep deep in the village" -sounds fun, real Africa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep taking care of those cows, enjoy the coldness - i miss it so much! never thought i'd get bored of summer, but it's just wrong to feel hot in november!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love alex : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-2981040616328840717?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/2981040616328840717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=2981040616328840717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/2981040616328840717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/2981040616328840717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-alive.html' title='still alive : )'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-5124039192845512378</id><published>2007-11-12T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:07:07.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly stresses...</title><content type='html'>this is going to sound so pathetic, but i my biggest fear today is having to go into town alone!! most of you won't know me at all when i get back, i think i've changed so much here and become a scaredy girly girl....but i just don't like being on my own when i still have no idea how things work here, and people still confuse me by the way they behave, so i never know what to expect or what to do...i'm sure i'll survive though, all i have to do is walk the 15mins down to Wairaka village, get the bus and then a boda to the national office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm about to be locked in the office, better go...let you know if i survive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-5124039192845512378?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/5124039192845512378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=5124039192845512378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5124039192845512378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5124039192845512378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/11/silly-stresses.html' title='silly stresses...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-8554941651525764110</id><published>2007-11-06T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T06:19:29.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I've had lots of news to post up but haven't been able to do it, so let's see if i can summarise the last few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly and most excitingly, i was almost useful a couple of weeks ago when our best cow, Angel, aborted - probably the most helpful contribution I made in the end was to stop Robert from panicking that she had placenta hanging out of her - never thought i'd be giving an anatomy lesson about cotyledons and telling a Ugandan that with the stress of abortion, RFM is normal! She's doing fine now - she had a course of penstrep (not sure if that did anything...) and we tried to give her pessaries but we couldn't restrain her - all we had was some rope to tie her legs to the rickety wooden rail in her stall, and while that's probably fine for milking, it really wasn't any help when she was protesting! they were TMPS or whatever it's called, and i'm still not convinced pessaries are much benefit, so i'm sure it was all for the best that we couldn't get near her...it was just fun having an excuse to be near a cow again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week one of the families on the base is away so I'm helping take care of the pigs and sheep, and I am once again the bucket lady as I have to carry the kitchen scraps across the base twice a day! The dogs have also adopted me as mum as the housesitters have small kids and the dogs are not very welcome there for now - i'm not complaining, i love being pack leader, it makes me feel special to have friends who never leave my side!! what really makes me laugh is that Poppy, the older one (they are both German Shepherds) will even get up with me to move from one part of the classroom to the other - she's so paranoid at being abandoned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marooned myself on the base for over a month as I had no reason to go into town, but last week I had some jobs to do as we're leaving for our practical bit of the course next weekend - we will be working with churches in Fort Portal (Western Uganda), Kakira (our neighbouring village) for 2 weeks each and then 3 weeks in Arusha, Tanzania! So one of the jobs on the list was getting some US dollars for the visas to Kenya and Tanzania - we have to go via Nairobi, as there's no transport across Lake Victoria any more.&lt;br /&gt;As we were sat waiting in the "taxi" (like a minibus) for it to fill up so we could go home, we not only had the usual sellers thrusting their water, peanuts and watches in our faces, but this time we also had the company of a very smartly-dressed man who opened his suitcase and gave a speech about the benefits of wormers, and passed some packages of human wormer around - it just made me giggle, you know I'm into parasites and i'm glad people are taking prevention and treatment seriously, but wormers sold in a taxi like sweets?! It's too weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's all for now, it's pig-feeding time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've missed your birthday or am about to miss it....for those of you whose mobile numbers don't work for me, i'm a bit stuck at getting messages to you...even for those that do, my memory is not exactly great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for all those emails, they always make my day : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love alex xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-8554941651525764110?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/8554941651525764110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=8554941651525764110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8554941651525764110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8554941651525764110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-3708172382916251919</id><published>2007-10-15T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:55:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no inspiration for an exciting heading, sorry....</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I just wanted to give you some other websites you can visit to actually see some pictures of this place, and even some of the people I've been talking about - the main site for this base is www.ywamhopeland.com (since the name of the base is Hopeland...just in case you're feeling as slow as me today!) ans also katy's web page is http://web.mac.com/saunderskaty    - that should have lots of photos of our antics over the last couple months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can I say a HUGE thank you for all your emails - Lynn, Nina, Helen, Claire, Sarah, it has been great to hear from you and i'm just sorry i didn't have time to reply to everyone...also Tony, Kate and Wendy - so good to hear the farming news, Wendy - you NEVER bore me, you know I love to hear about how the maize is doing and what stage everyone's at with their harvesting, and about the cows' yields, so don't leave anything out!!!! i really miss my work now - even though we have some animals here, i don't have time to get involved with anything, and even if i could, i'd probably be no help as i have no idea how they do things here! It's strange to think that it's getting colder and calving and maize silaging is going on, while here it's exactly the same as when i arrived - some days hot and sunny, some days thunderstorms, but it's permanent summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to lunch now and attempt to clear my plate - i managed to burn my oesophagus with my malaria medicine (i have now learnt NOT to ignore the instructions about not taking it before lying down...) so eating is very painful and i am beginning to appreciate my health while i have it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, keep emailing - i'll get time to read it eventually!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-3708172382916251919?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/3708172382916251919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=3708172382916251919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/3708172382916251919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/3708172382916251919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-inspiration-for-exciting-heading.html' title='no inspiration for an exciting heading, sorry....'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-8041496296182634915</id><published>2007-10-05T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:26:52.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, i did make it back!!</title><content type='html'>Hello lovely people! It's now halfway through lunch, and all is going smoothly - the office is open a bit earlier than usual and there's nobody about at all!! Unheard of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a great surprise - I have been hearing bleating sounds all morning, and just assumed that one of Joe's sheep had escaped, but as I investigated round my dorm where the noise was louder, I found a billy goat!!! I think it's part of the FCD school's new project - they did tell me they were planning on rearing a few goats and/or pigs, but the latest I'd heard was that they just wanted pigs. I'm so happy though, a goat already!! I've been thinking a lot about having goats here as we have so much extra grass, and a few others are keen on the idea (Dr Tim has even taken to calling me "goat girl"), but I'm not sure that's what God wants me to do the the second half of this year - there are so many other projects I could get involved in. I don't finish DTS til February anyway so not much point wasting any energy on the idea yet, but it's just so exciting that we have a goat! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that's made my day?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so where was I - I mentioned Lilian's fundraiser which was a coffee night with the Tongans dancing, Nixon and Becky, Susan, Milly and Lilian singing and Simon and Judith from Discovery doing a silly mind-game type thing, and Emma Msaki (one of our DTS staff from Tanzania - have I mentioned him? He's crazy and I love him so much!) being the MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday instead of our simple half-way day party, they took us to Kingfisher which is a hotel resort with a swimming pool and beautiful gardens!! It was amazing! The boys spent hours with Katy's camera, posing  for pictures....they are so unlike  English boys, it's unreal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msaki left early on Saturday morning to go back home to Tanzania for a week - he has a wife and 2 small kids, and I don't know how he manages to survive so much time apart from them - I'm glad he's got some time with them now. We called him yesterday when we met for small group (Peace, Robert, Emma Mugaya the school leader and me) and he sounded really happy to be back - we miss him though, he's such a big character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend I went to Kakira market with Peace and we bought a pineapple for 500 shillings - that's about 15p!!!! It was delicious, we ate our fill last night : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week in class we've been learning about the importance of knowing God's word and the battle of the mind, guarding our thoughts against bad desires. Philippians 4:8 says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fix your thoughts on what is true and honourable and right. Think about things that are pure and lovely and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Keep putting into practice all you learned from me and heard from me and saw me doing, and the God of peace will be with you."&lt;/span&gt; And no, that doesn't mean that Christians are saints and never think wrong thoughts, but as our teacher says -  you can't stop birds from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building a nest there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing  I learnt from her was  a more plausible explanation for the war in Israel - right now  I can't  find  the right words to describe what I've  learnt,  but  for those of you who believe in God, please read Psalm 122 -  from verse 6 it says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.  May all who love this city prosper.  O Jerusalem, may there be peace within your walls and prosperity in your palaces. For the sake  of my family and friends, I will say, "Peace be with you." For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek what is best for you, O Jerusalem."  &lt;/span&gt;The war that's going on is a spiritual battle between the forces of darkness and the Kingdom of God, and we need to pray! God doesn't want this war, and He's asking us to join with Him and help fight against it by the power of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note entirely, I have learnt some more Luganda and Tongan! I want you all to learn with me so you can understand when I come home and talk in my new mixed-up way...! So, "kwa gala nyo" means "I love you so much" in Luganda, and "fiefia" is "happy in Tongan. Let me do it in a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luganda:&lt;br /&gt;was'os'o'tiya = good morning&lt;br /&gt;waanji = yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongan:&lt;br /&gt;po'uli a = good night&lt;br /&gt;sio pogipogi = see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;mohe nonga = sleep with peace (merino also means peace!! if only the sheep were peaceful too...)&lt;br /&gt;ofa atu = i love you&lt;br /&gt;malo ngawe lahi = well done / thank you for what you are doing&lt;br /&gt;kata = laugh&lt;br /&gt;lahi = much (like kata lahi, mohe lahi = too much sleep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell Tongan is easier than Luganda?! Hena actually taught me a few more phrases but I forgot them already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now, gotta go for small group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love alex : ) (mata malimali = face, smile!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-8041496296182634915?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/8041496296182634915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=8041496296182634915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8041496296182634915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8041496296182634915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/10/yup-i-did-make-it-back.html' title='Yup, i did make it back!!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-1450635707448041295</id><published>2007-10-05T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:31:28.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been 3 weeks since I last managed to write anything...crazy! I've been out here 7 weeks now, so that's almost half of the time I've been here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i have now expanded my repertoire of excuses!! i've had a couple of bouts of tummy trouble in the last 2 weeks - first it wasn't bad and only lasted a couple of days - i drank fruit juice and skipped food that i thought wouldn't be easy to digest, and it went away. but last week i ended up not eating much at all for 3 days, and ended up sleeping a lot as i was so weak - i even missed  some of class and small group,  which i felt was a bit pathetic of me considering  i  had no real reason to be ill! i wondered if it was the water - the UV light in the filter hasn't been working all the time, and someone said the storage drum might need a clean, so i have just been drinking boiled water and have been fine for over a week now : ) and apparently the drum has now been cleaned and the filter fixed, so i will brave it again tomorrow...don't watch this space too much, it may be a while before i can write again, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;This week it seems like everything has been against me using the internet - i was either busy during break times, or there was already someone here...and yesterday there was randomly a password page preventing me from using the computer! So I really am thrilled that i can gabble away to anyone who is bored enough to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have the party for Susan and Nixon, and it was also Matty's (Becky's little 5-yr-old) and Lilian's (Hena the Tongan's roommate) birthday, so it was a great night - pretty much everyone on the whole base came! Then last Weds we had a fundraising night for Lilian, as she's getting married in December and over here they have "Introductions" which is a whole day of formal speeches, processions and food that brings both sides of families and their friends together. Her introduction was on Saturday, and although I couldn't go as I had other commitments, I heard all about it and my roommates Roslyn, Milly and Susan took lots of pictures on my camera. (which you may see next year, i STILL can't put them on here!!) Lilian's fiance and his family didn't turn up til 6pm although a lot of the guests had arrived at 8am!!! And apparently it was considered a good thing that he showed up at all - it seems that it's common for the fiance not even to come!!!!!! Reason #2 not to get married out here.... (#1 is that it just costs so much in time and money!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to class, maybe i can continue later, maybe not for another few months - who knows? that's all part of the fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're all well, thanks again for emails and texts, and good job to all you fellow cow people and the Stock1st lot - i know things are tough for you all right now with both FMD and Bluetongue, i was shocked to hear it has actually come now after all the fear about it for so many years...keep going, i'm thinking of you and i miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-1450635707448041295?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/1450635707448041295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=1450635707448041295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/1450635707448041295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/1450635707448041295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/10/hurrah.html' title='Hurrah!!!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-9153744580377587462</id><published>2007-09-15T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T05:59:09.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope y'all are appreciating my stories...</title><content type='html'>hey again, just a quick message this time (really!) -  i'm at "Fastnet" in town, which really is amazingly fast - i think i might faint from shock when i get home and use broadband though, it still takes a couple of minutes to load this page. And, excuses, excuses - but i can't even load my photos onto this computer, so you'll have to wait til i can borrow Katy's computer next week and try to post them then, or maybe email them if it takes too long to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that may shock you is i'm actually jogging every morning!! i felt so unfit as we just sit around most of the day, and there's a football field and a rough field below that where nobody can see me or hear me puffing away as long as i go early enough....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Susan's birthday yesterday - she's in my dorm, and also one of my trainee DTS staff, and she's lovely! Sadly, there was no time to make a cake, but it's Nixon's birthday on Weds so we'll try to recruit American Sarah who makes the BEST cakes ever...Tues is a free pm unless Sakeasi puts me on the rota to cook dinner. We're also having a "halfway-day" party in a couple of weeks (next week is week 5, the whole lecture phase is 12 weeks) So today I am laden down with a zillion party and cake-making things, the bus ride home should be interesting!! I have Pip with me though, she's staying over with us tonight, yay! And also Eeltje (pronounced "Iltsy") from Friesland who's on the Foundations of Community Development (FCD) course. It's fun having someone to talk about cows and Friesian horses to! And now all you unbelievers will have to accept that I didn't make up a country, Friesland really does exist and he is living proof!! (As if the Friesian cows, horses and sheep weren't evidence enough....what are you like?! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now i have to go, or i'll be late back and might get told off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep working on the photos, i'm sorry! Hope you guys are all well, and enjoying your speedy internet and permanent electricity.....no, i'm not missing England that much really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex : ) xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-9153744580377587462?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/9153744580377587462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=9153744580377587462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/9153744580377587462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/9153744580377587462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/09/hope-yall-are-appreciating-my-stories.html' title='hope y&apos;all are appreciating my stories...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-595166412225665535</id><published>2007-09-12T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:25:09.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl of many names...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post up the thing that makes me laugh most in this place - everyone seems to have a problem with my name!!!! They either can't accept that Alex can also be a girl's name, or they forget  what it is!  So I now just answer to whatever name is given to me - Katy, Hannah, Rachel, Rose, Charles (yup, really - but I just respond by calling him Alex) Kibonzo (Swahili for "cartoon" - i like that one!) and most recently, Erin and Gemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while I'm mentioning funny things, I have to tell this story of what happened the first weekend I was here...to appreciate the story, you should know that Western Ugandans pronounce the letter "L" as "R" (so my name is often "Arex"...don't even think about trying it though, i WILL beat you when i get back, jakukuba NYO!)&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was on my way to the kitchen to wash my breakfast mug, I noticed the boys on my DTS were also finished with their tea so I offered to wash their mugs as well (yup, I still love washing up, even with the crazy way they do it here with plaited string scourers and blue soap bars!) and I got the response, "be breast"....I was a bit shocked until I figured the language thing out, I did NOT expect to hear something resembling "thank you, big breasts" from an African Christian!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-595166412225665535?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/595166412225665535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=595166412225665535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/595166412225665535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/595166412225665535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/09/girl-of-many-names.html' title='The girl of many names...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-8265283610929216592</id><published>2007-09-11T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T04:33:01.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer requests and introducing the people of Hopeland...</title><content type='html'>Miracles do happen - not only are there enough people washing up from lunch to prevent me getting stuck in the kitchen, but also the computer is free and internet is working!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,  I wanted to  describe the various ministries that are based here in Jinja - then maybe you can pray more specifically for the work that goes on here, and for the people involved.&lt;br /&gt;"Torch" is aimed at community regeneration, and consists of a medical team based in town with an occupational therapist, a short-term physio called Pip (who is also from England and just graduated from Sheffield!) and also Dr Tim who lives here on the base with his wife Jackie and thier kids (I think I may have mentioned them before, they have some sheep, a couple of pigs, chickens and 2 German Shepherds called Poppy and Rach). There is also American Sarah who lives here and travels out to work with another lady from town, making friends with the prostitutes and counselling them, and helping them learn more about Jesus and the Bible in general. There are some other people involved who I don't know, plus a couple of nurses who are both called Rachel, strangely enough, who are coming back from England soon. I still don't know very much about the project, but a lot of it is to do with HIV education and treatment, and also Pip was telling me that she's been treating a lot of children with severe brain damage caused by epilepsy, helping their muscles to build strength and memory again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Centre is a place for groups of children from the war-torn North to have a week of respite from the overcrowded "displaced people's camps" - although the rebels of the "Lord's Resistance Army" have been disbanded and mostly arrested, there are thousands of children  with horrific mental trauma as they were made to do things like cut off their own family members' lips or suffer the same fate themselves. Some were also made to "marry" the rebel generals and bear children while they were still children themselves...I can't begin to describe how horrible the whole thing was, and scarily enough there are similar situations still going on in other countries. I think you should all watch the dvd called "An Unconventional War" or google "Joseph Kony" - that will properly explain the story of what's been happening in this country over the last 10 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;I was told that there's meant to be a team from the Philippines coming soon to train people as counsellors for the children to help them come to terms with their experiences, but they haven't arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;One major issue with bringing these groups of children is that the distance is quite large and the roads are terrible,  and  both  times  we've had a group here, their bus has been held up on the  way back up North, - it has always turned out ok, but please pray that the travelling process would be easier as i'm sure it's a hindrance to helping more children!&lt;br /&gt;Another ongoing project at the Discovery Centre is the local kids' football team - they come here every evening, 6 days a week, for training and matches. Franco, one of my fellow students, is their official coach but because he's so busy on DTS with the rest of us, an American girl called Asheley is being left to cope with most of it on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third project that I know a little bit about it the street kids ministry, which is run by the team from Tonga. There are of 8 them - the leaders are a married couple, Patoni and Lupe, who have a 4-month-old baby Lavenia, and Sakeasi who is both crazy (in a good way) and incredibly sharp - I have learnt a lot from him already as he always seems to have the right thing to say. Then there is Hena, who is beautiful inside and out - she has a massive heart and is always smiling and caring for people, and shares the responsibility of looking after baby Lavenia. her room is just across the grassy classroom "garden" from mine, and next door to American Sarah's, so I see them both a lot.  And last but not least are the 3 "boys", Fine, Faone and Lopeti who are all great fun in their own way. They share a room with John (the charcoal guy). At the moment, the men are going into town and the surrounding villages just building relationships with the kids there, playing volleyball and basketball and chatting with them. Sometimes they go out at night, because the daytime "street kids" are not all homeless - some are made to go out begging by their parents. I'm not sure how often, but every now and then they bring a group of the kids to spend a week here on the base, and Lupe and Hena also play with them and I think the aim is to teach them basic farming and cooking skills and get them into schools, so they can have a future. The Tongans' English is not fantastic, and I haven't spent that much time with them so I haven't quite figured out exactly what the plans are yet, but I will let you know when I do!&lt;br /&gt;They do a great series of Tongan / Polynesian dances which they perform as a fundraiser sometimes, and also in churches when they are invited...if i ever get the photo and video uploader to work, you can see for yourselves, otherwise you'll just have to wait til I get home next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schools are going back next week, and there is also a preschool here so things will be busy again soon! The main prayer requests for Hopeland generally are for the children and young people that come here, for the staff that they would be listening to God's guidance both for their ministries and also in relating to each other, and for financial provision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also pray for our local area, Kakira and Wairaka - I went to church in Kakira 2 days ago and we walked through a real slum-type area right beside the church building, where there were huge  metal drums of liquor being distilled everywhere and a really depressing atmosphere. I'm sure there are already some plans for outreach by that church, but please pray that there would be more links between the church and their neighbours - I felt awful walking past all the poverty in my nice church clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in November the Commonwealth leaders are meeting here in Uganda, including our Queen! One of the base leaders was concerned about so many powerful people with opposing ideas and views meeting together, so we are praying about it - please join in! You know how useless I am about anything political, I have no idea but I'm sure you all know much more about it than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to Bible  Study, I'll carry on later! (maybe.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-8265283610929216592?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/8265283610929216592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=8265283610929216592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8265283610929216592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/8265283610929216592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/09/prayer-requests-and-introducing-people.html' title='Prayer requests and introducing the people of Hopeland...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-6217489408697729389</id><published>2007-09-10T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:39:46.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukama jebaziwe!</title><content type='html'>Yeeha, i am FINALLY online again for all of 5 mins - i think young fred is itching to lock up the office so i'd better not waste time, i don't want to take advantage of his niceness! i am so happy, hence my title - it means "Praise the Lord" in Luganda (probably the only good and uselful phrase i have learnt here, although actually "i'm hungry/thirsty" (enjala enumma/enyonta enumma) also counts, but otherwise the only things i seem to tell people are jakula ga! or kambala ge! which means "i'll show you!" or "i'll show them!" (as in, the threatening way of saying it!) or even jakukuba nyo, kakati!!! (i'll beat you lots, right now!) by the way, those spellings are phonetic, i'm sorry for any of you Baganda that read this, maybe you can correct me John, I know you're reading!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so these past couple weeks i have learnt to make chappatis, met safari ants which basically are highly organised evil ants which march along in a long string and chase after you to bite you if you disturb them - somehow i have escaped their wrath so far but i'm sure they'll be back to get me soon! also my good friend Sarah Nigeria (as opposed to Sarah USA who is still here) left to go back home, and everyone misses her so much and is fighting back tears (i hope you're reading this crazy girl!)  we had a mad packing day for her last tues as she found out that afternoon that her flight had changed to 5am weds, and i'm guessing she's back in panic mode today as she's headed off to ghana tomorrow for her next YWAM school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class has been going well for me, i feel like we're getting to know each other better and i have clarified in my own mind what prayer and intercession are (intercession is standing in the gap between us and God, so not only does Jesus do this for us, but we can intercede for those that don't know Jesus yet by praying for them and helping them to see his love) we had so many definitions of prayer that i can't list them all here, and we also talked a lot about feeding the spirit on a balanced diet, just like feeding out bodies correctly - so basically we need to make sure we aren't just praying or just reading / meditating on the Bible, singing praises to God or appreciating His creation, but all of those things. And in church yesterday I was reminded of what i learnt in my orientation at Holmsted, that there is a huge difference between "guilt" that we feel - there is condemnation from Satan, which tells us that we are horrible and useless and generally bad and there's nothing we can do about it but we should hate ourselves and lock oursleves away; and there is conviction from God, which is specific about one or more things that we have done wrong but can be put right with His help, and He tells us how. Hope that is helpful for some of you too, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted now i know i don't have to feel guilty about half of what i used to worry about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside of class, we have been playing cards a lot, watching movies and i have been playing with the dogs and talking to the cows as usual....and yesterday after church i went with another good friend, John, to check his charcoal - he is making a load this week, and when it's ready he said i could watch it be harvested (he said it was a man's job and i couldn't really help, but i'll be the judge of that, mwahaha!!!) i will go down in a bit and take pictures, and maybe one of these days i'll manage to post some up - it just takes time, and for the power and internet to be working, and those things rarely happen at the same time!!! for now you can go to katy saunders' page on www.facebook.com, she has most of them up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing about this place is that even here, where we have our basic needs met, there is still such a lack of money for things like school fees, phone credit to contact home, and even important things like medical bills - one of my teachers has a horrible rotten tooth that has been causing her pain for a week, and we only just got together enough money for her to go to the dentist today. So although i don't want to write begging letters too often, if you feel you can give even £1 then please either get in touch with my mum or send a cheque payable to YWAM, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YWAM Jinja, PO Box 739, Jinja, Uganda&lt;/span&gt;. This is also the contact address for me if you want to send me a snail-mail letter - i might even get it before an email!!! In case you have any doubts, the money will go straight to whatever you ask it to go to - in my next post i will write more about the projects going on here. There are no admin costs - money for admin gets collected separately, so it's not like other charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all for now, hope you're all well and thank you for reading this and for your comments and emails, i am trying to reply to as many as possible! by the way, my mobile is much more reliable - you can text or call any time, it's +256773075192. It's quite cheap to text, cheaper for you than for me anyway, and i really love hearing from you so please get in touch when you can! Big thanks to Kym for your regular updates, you're such a star and i miss you loads! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;alex xxxx : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-6217489408697729389?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/6217489408697729389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=6217489408697729389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6217489408697729389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/6217489408697729389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/09/mukama-jebaziwe.html' title='Mukama jebaziwe!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-7617436014701762522</id><published>2007-08-24T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T04:25:09.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please let this work now...</title><content type='html'>hurrah! how ironic - in Cuckfield I couldn't write on this page, and now i'm in the middle of Africa (literally) and it's working!!!&lt;br /&gt;Olio tiya - that means hi and how are you, it's about all i've learnt so far! i can also say jebale (well done) and cow is ente....this language learning pattern seems to be echoing the way i learnt hungarian!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are all ok - thank you for all the emails and sorry for being so lame at replying - my attempts at checking emails have all failed! the internet is so incredibly sloooow here it's not even funny. I think my patience will grow exponentially this year...i hope so, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;I am settling in well so far, and they are keeping us busy - we start the day at 6am for our individual "quiet time" just between us and God, and have breakfast at 7.30 ....in theory! Class begins at 8am sharp (also in theory - usually breakfast is so late that we only start eating at 7.55 so  it's rare to have everyone seated in the classroom before 8.15! so far we have learnt the things that this organisation, YWAM, values (kind of an expanded mission statement) and have also had 2 days' teaching on discipleship. It's been very interesting and i've learnt a lot, but the style of teaching is so different that it seems to take about 3 hours to make one point,with lots of sidetracking along the way, and we only have 3 1/2 hours of class every day, so it's very different from uni and quite tiring at times.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch (usually beans or cabbage with either rice, potato/kumara or posho which is made from maize flour and is like very very stodgy semolina!) we have small group or work duty, which is usually tidying our little area - so far we have "slashed" the grass in the central garden by the classroom, swept the passages and paths, cleared the weeds from the passages behind the building and swept out the classroom - in half an hour it'll be time to mop and clean the toilet block. I'm glad we get time to do some manual work as well - i'd go mad if we had to study all day!! we also do games on a thursday - football in a skirt was quite a challenge (it had nothing to do with being unfit of course!!)&lt;br /&gt;we're also supposed to keep a journal of what we learnt in each class and what God is challenging us with - we've had all week to do it but i haven't had time yet! usually we'll hand it in for marking every monday and get it back on friday to do over the weekend. i'm a bit scared about having other assignments, memory verses and writing songs and dramas - when on earth will we get the time?!!!&lt;br /&gt;having said that, we have enjoyed free evenings so far, and have watched a few movies on peoples' laptops so i guess that will have to end for the next 5 months :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i deserve a clap for getting this far without mentioning the cows!!! there are 3 cows and a bull plus a zillion chickens and turkeys kept on the base, and Dr Tim and Jackie's family have some dogs, sheep and pigs too. we have a resident stray dog named Simba and there is a team from Tonga who are here to work with the street children on Jinja town, who have a cute little terrier called Musky - she's just a puppy and will chew anything...arms, toes, skirt...sometimes it's hard to walk around because she's always in the way! but i love her really - she's learning manners slowly!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the cows - all you farming/vet folk will be pleased to hear they are all BCS 2.75 - 3!! that is partly due to the fact that the grass is very lush, they are moved to a fresh patch several times a day as they are just tethered by a rope around their necks, and the best cow Angel aka Wendy gives around 8-10litres a day!!! Funnily enough the guy that looks after the farm is on the DTS with me, so we've had lots of chats about the different ways people treat cows - his family has a herd of 30, pretty huge when you think that a family with one cow is considered very rich! I will post photos very soon, assuming it will work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i should probably mention the people too...my roommate Katy is from Ohio, and we already chatted via email and facebook before we left home, plus bonding last week at the base in Cuckfield.  She is lovely and has the most beautiful curly dark hair : ) we also got 2 new roomates yesterday who are going to be part-time staff on our course as well as working in another area of the base - they are  local girls named Millie and Susan, and are both very nice and great fun too! Then we have 3 boys who are also fairly local, Nixon, Franco and "Robert Milk" (the cow guy in case you're feeling a bit slow!) and the full-time staff, Emma Mugaya the school leader, crazy Emma Msaki from Tanzania (Emma is a boy's name here!!! short for Emmanuel...and they think i'm strange for being called Alex, most people have never met a female Alex before. hmmm) Job and lovely Becky who picked us up from the airport. She has 2 sons, 10-year old Moses and 4-year old Matty - they are so lovely, they run up to us and hug us all the time, and Moses is so good that the cheekiest thing he does is flick water at you! i say we send all those nasty English kids out here and teach them manners!!&lt;br /&gt;We also made friends with some others who aren't on our course - "Sarah Nigeria" who is studying Family Ministry and is totally crazy, a bit like Yasmine! "Sarah US" from New Mexico, who works with street girls, and the Tongan lot - one of the girls, Henna, is especially nice and friendly although they are all lovely and cooked Sunday lunch for us! They are also cooking a big fish+chip dinner tomorrow night and having a traditional Tongan evening with dinner and a dance display to raise money for their staff fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for now, anyway it's time to get ready for small group time and then work duty and i need the loo...oh yes, the room facilities are quite funny, the loo is basically a hole in the ground but it actually flushes! and our beds have sticks attached at each corner for the mozzie nets, so it feels like you're sleeping in a four-poster bed like a princess...cold showers have been tough to get used to but it's ok once you're already wet - at least it's always warm here and will never be freezing like that time in Coldharbour when the boiler broke - brrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will read all your comments and emails next time, bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-7617436014701762522?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/7617436014701762522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=7617436014701762522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/7617436014701762522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/7617436014701762522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-let-this-work-now.html' title='please let this work now...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-1785646506640725554</id><published>2007-08-16T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:05:29.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't make this thing work from here!!!! watch this space...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-1785646506640725554?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/1785646506640725554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=1785646506640725554' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/1785646506640725554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/1785646506640725554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-make-this-thing-work-from-here.html' title='I can&apos;t make this thing work from here!!!! watch this space...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-5105804664113110339</id><published>2007-08-11T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:45:04.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all you guys who came to my leaving do last night - twas good! stupidly i have offered to muck out the horses this morning so have had 3 hours sleep....but amazingly still woke up before my alarm so i obviously don't need the rest!&lt;br /&gt;Thought i'd post a few of my austria photos to make the page a bit more interesting, otherwise it will remain a bit dull for the next few weeks til I get some actual Africa ones...just killing time til i can wake Maryja up to come help me with the horses, i don't think she'll like me much if she has less than 4 hours sleep, she's not quite as weird as me (yet!)&lt;br /&gt;then it'll be back to packing this afternoon, i'm almost ready to go!!!! starting to get scared now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-5105804664113110339?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/5105804664113110339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=5105804664113110339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5105804664113110339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5105804664113110339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/08/sleepy.html' title='sleepy!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-604260731528025880</id><published>2007-08-09T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:33:17.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday already? time to sleeeeeeeep!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Come on people, please write summat!!! any old rubbish will do...this is hardly a high-quality page!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So....one step closer to Africa, still no more prepared - but at least I'm back in England, luckily I do not have cloven feet so should be ok to be exported safely :-p think i'll even leave Kym to keep up the good work with Star and baby Lexi so i can say I haven't even been on a farm.....what do you think mrs k?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-604260731528025880?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/604260731528025880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=604260731528025880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/604260731528025880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/604260731528025880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-friday-already-time-to.html' title='Is it Friday already? time to sleeeeeeeep!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-782654639972050381</id><published>2007-07-30T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:22:55.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where does the time go....?</title><content type='html'>I have been up for 1 1/2 hours! and what have i achieved....hmmm. i am seriously itchy, having discovered Pilgrims' stable area is also a holiday spot for the local midges...thought i escaped that when i left Westways!! ah well, it's all good practice for Uganda...&lt;br /&gt;if i stop dithering, i should be able to rehome all my stuff that's not joining me on the adventure - so maybe i should just shut up! let me see if i can put photos on this thing first....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-782654639972050381?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/782654639972050381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=782654639972050381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/782654639972050381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/782654639972050381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-does-time-go.html' title='where does the time go....?'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666468543333857187.post-5806926404611263231</id><published>2007-07-29T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:49:02.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it starts...</title><content type='html'>ok, so after an hour of faffing on the computer i STILL haven't done anything useful with my morning...other than set up this blog, which had better work now!!! please can some of you lovely people post me stuff so i know it's doing its job?!!&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i go in 3 weeks!!!! and i get to meet my fabulous new teammate Katy in less than 2 weeks, yay! : )&lt;br /&gt;better shut up and go do some sorting of junk....&lt;br /&gt;talk to me, people! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666468543333857187-5806926404611263231?l=cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/feeds/5806926404611263231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666468543333857187&amp;postID=5806926404611263231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5806926404611263231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666468543333857187/posts/default/5806926404611263231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowgirl-in-africa.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-starts.html' title='it starts...'/><author><name>Lexicon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787606552146019833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
