<?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-5119863702374028005</id><updated>2011-10-21T07:48:32.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SMITH'S in the WESTERN PROVINCE of ZAMBIA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-3343926903332460910</id><published>2011-10-13T05:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T05:22:03.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nkoya New Testament Launching Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* Please note that this post is a little out of order. &amp;nbsp;Upon a change within the blogspot it rearranged this post and wouldn't let me edit. &amp;nbsp;So, sorry for this mix up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many of you know that a people group we serve here in Zambia are the Nkoya. &amp;nbsp;They were the original owners of this land Kaoma, formally known as Mankoya. &amp;nbsp;I love when I meet an older Zambian in the Eastern, Northern or Southern part of Zambia and they refer to it as Mankoya. &amp;nbsp;The Nkoya Bible &amp;nbsp;has been in process of translation for many, many years. &amp;nbsp;The New Testament has been completed and the project is presently working to complete the Old Testament. &amp;nbsp;It was quite a day as we all came together to celebrate &amp;nbsp;the arrival of 10,000 copies of the New Testament in Shinkoya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peN2zEQeYIY/TpalXW5F7HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6VTPB9jXPmk/s1600/DSC_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peN2zEQeYIY/TpalXW5F7HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6VTPB9jXPmk/s320/DSC_0353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike presenting a New Testament to the Chief. &amp;nbsp;It is quite a friendship that his been built between them through the process of God's call to this project. &amp;nbsp;We value his trust of us to work so closely with the people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-njJtTGfj1dE/Tico_6-1f_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/PZDCBZ9nCjI/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-njJtTGfj1dE/Tico_6-1f_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/PZDCBZ9nCjI/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They continued to arrive throughout the morning. &amp;nbsp;Many having traveled from far places just to be in attendance today. They amaze me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHx4VcyeWCk/TicpYGpf3WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HFBDmKu786k/s1600/DSC_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHx4VcyeWCk/TicpYGpf3WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HFBDmKu786k/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, this is often what I will end up seeing through my camera lens. &amp;nbsp;People taking pictures of me taking pictures. &amp;nbsp;Always makes me laugh!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZG58SViekY/Ticp8BSBovI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pE-XK3qpMaU/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZG58SViekY/Ticp8BSBovI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pE-XK3qpMaU/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They marched in the street all the way through the town and arriving at the assembly hall rejoicing and singing all the way. &amp;nbsp;I was unable to capture a photograph of just how large this group was that had just arrived, but I was moved to tears at their arrival. &amp;nbsp;As this project has steadily marched on, its incidental days can begin to overshadow the great desire the people have for its completion. &amp;nbsp;In this moment God comforted our hearts for the call to this project and allowed us to see just how many were standing with us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zEJtFgtC8g/TicqR0I7yPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GSloCF5kiCU/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zEJtFgtC8g/TicqR0I7yPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GSloCF5kiCU/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chief Mwene Matondo attended the New Testament Launching Ceremony. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Years ago, as a younger man, the Chief worked as a translator himself on the New Testament. &amp;nbsp;It is a great desire he has to see this work come to completion in his lifetime. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yylolJN7i2k/TicqrNUKUHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ViFo8qPOXJA/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yylolJN7i2k/TicqrNUKUHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ViFo8qPOXJA/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a sweet time as the crowd watched the video messages sent from churches in the States. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It appeared to give them such a feeling of acceptance. &amp;nbsp;That these groups of people in the States pray for them specifically, know who they are, and reach out to them to help with this project. &amp;nbsp;I loved sharing this time with them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4flHx5LtMM/TicuvUqVWLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/agX0i43No2s/s1600/DSC_0297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4flHx5LtMM/TicuvUqVWLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/agX0i43No2s/s320/DSC_0297.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very important group in attendance are the reviewers. &amp;nbsp;This group is faithful to spend many different weeks throughout their year to come together and work in all-day, week-long sessions reviewing books of the bible. &amp;nbsp;They are such a behind-the-scenes, committed group. &amp;nbsp;They even have their own choir and performed at the ceremony. &amp;nbsp;Their hearts are so committed to this project. &amp;nbsp;You can even see it in their time of worship. &amp;nbsp;Without them, the Bible could never be completed. &amp;nbsp;We are so thankful for them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8HW0OUVvbw/TicwhydLl8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dldJ5rFJ4yA/s1600/DSC_0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8HW0OUVvbw/TicwhydLl8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dldJ5rFJ4yA/s320/DSC_0334.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many choirs came to attend and perform during the ceremony. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No sound system needed. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;They put everything they have into a performance which can be easily observed by onlookers. &amp;nbsp;The amount of talent is amazing. &amp;nbsp;I could sit and listen to them all day. &amp;nbsp;You will be taken into the rhythm of their choruses and then be overwhelmed by the translation. &amp;nbsp;Powerful words from scripture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcUtbAxokAY/TicmudAfR_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/NYnybwufONs/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcUtbAxokAY/TicmudAfR_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/NYnybwufONs/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Kaoma High School Assembly Hall&lt;br /&gt;People were beginning to gather for the launching ceremony of the Nkoya New Testament. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNwUGjNS0Ic/TpaQdEd6b_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/hP_-g0pNPB0/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNwUGjNS0Ic/TpaQdEd6b_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/hP_-g0pNPB0/s200/DSC_0303.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a long, hard, and HOT day! &amp;nbsp;Stacey took a moment to meditate on the day! &amp;nbsp;I mean, afterall, the toughest job is having to be CUTE ALL DAY! &amp;nbsp;She does well at that task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cuszgi8eyvc/TpaUDVKNOEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MAqFHN9FqC0/s1600/DSC_0385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cuszgi8eyvc/TpaUDVKNOEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MAqFHN9FqC0/s320/DSC_0385.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a special time as Mike gifted New Testaments to all the local pastors and the project translators. &amp;nbsp;Many of them have heard about this project for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFtucHiUKB8/TicnM5xQg1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/TowWMpRXpN4/s1600/DSC_0270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFtucHiUKB8/TicnM5xQg1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/TowWMpRXpN4/s320/DSC_0270.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler is usually always helping behind the scenes to help make sure things happen. &amp;nbsp;He is getting bigger all the time and I, as his mother, am glad that he has some muscle. &amp;nbsp;He does alot of the lifting now and leaves Mama to stand and watch. &amp;nbsp; He was moving all about on the day of the ceremony to help his Daddy get things where they belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-3343926903332460910?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/3343926903332460910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=3343926903332460910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3343926903332460910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3343926903332460910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/10/nkoya-new-testament-launching-ceremony.html' title='Nkoya New Testament Launching Ceremony'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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/-peN2zEQeYIY/TpalXW5F7HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6VTPB9jXPmk/s72-c/DSC_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-7001249445574437902</id><published>2011-07-12T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:00:30.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is behind the Banana Tree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--umxyhp18KI/Thxes0PMiAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lKlerfAdDOI/s1600/DSC_2244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--umxyhp18KI/Thxes0PMiAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lKlerfAdDOI/s320/DSC_2244.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just behind this banana tree meets a little group of people every Sunday morning. &amp;nbsp;They began with just two people, a husband and a wife, reaching out to us for help. &amp;nbsp;They came asking for us to please visit their village and tell them about the Bible. &amp;nbsp;After visiting, a few more members of the village began to draw near this place. &amp;nbsp;One older lady of the community asked only this, "teach". &amp;nbsp; They continue to grow and have built a small structure which they meet in to get out of the sun and wind. &amp;nbsp; It is a slow progression of growth, but they go forward. &amp;nbsp;Their leader, Kosmas, has been faithfully attending training each week with leaders from several other churches. &amp;nbsp;Though many of the community have turned away from them and "their new church", they press on, believing in the truth of the gospel. &amp;nbsp;Pray for the members of Kukonge Baptist Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-7001249445574437902?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/7001249445574437902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=7001249445574437902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7001249445574437902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7001249445574437902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-behind-banana-tree.html' title='What is behind the Banana Tree?'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/--umxyhp18KI/Thxes0PMiAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lKlerfAdDOI/s72-c/DSC_2244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-4366685027019034855</id><published>2011-07-12T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:44:00.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY_FozBq05g/ThxZ4x3DY2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/68iIxQrVd7s/s1600/DSC_2196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY_FozBq05g/ThxZ4x3DY2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/68iIxQrVd7s/s320/DSC_2196.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Evie and Chipango, also known around here as BB and Chips. &amp;nbsp;Somedays are terribly long and our children find themselves sitting for hours in a village listening to some "boring" adult conversations. No matter where or when, these two will have each other backs. &amp;nbsp;They share almost everything they have together. &amp;nbsp;They play school, cards, ride bikes, paint fingernails, swim, &amp;nbsp;shell, grind and sift maize and even do some school work together. &amp;nbsp;They have their inside jokes and have in the past gotten up early together before school so they could play before Chipango had to leave for school. &amp;nbsp; When they are outside many times, I find myself having to listen very carefully to figure out which one is speaking. &amp;nbsp;What Evie hasn't picked up in Zambian english accent Chipango makes up for in using our southern draw. &amp;nbsp;Chipango knows well and listens to stories of Evie's best friend Kelsi from home. &amp;nbsp;It seems Evie has been blessed with some of the very best of friends from very different sides of the world. &amp;nbsp;Missing Kelsi when she is here and Chipango when we are in the states. &amp;nbsp;What a blessed girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-4366685027019034855?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/4366685027019034855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=4366685027019034855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4366685027019034855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4366685027019034855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/07/evie-and-chipango-also-known-around.html' title=''/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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/-EY_FozBq05g/ThxZ4x3DY2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/68iIxQrVd7s/s72-c/DSC_2196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-6181361994668438254</id><published>2011-07-12T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:20:29.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightvision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrmFcYycxYI/ThxW0vtwF9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Oh2aFMyIWYY/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrmFcYycxYI/ThxW0vtwF9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Oh2aFMyIWYY/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of my favorite times in Zambia have been those of watching my children with their Zambian friends. &amp;nbsp;As you can probably guess, this group of boys can get pretty carried away. &amp;nbsp;Especially considering it was pitch black out and they were working on building a fire (or two) for our New Year's Eve. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't even see what picture I was taking. &amp;nbsp;Only that they were in front of me goofing off. &amp;nbsp;The camera and flash is sorta my form of "Mama Nightvision". &amp;nbsp;They quickly realized what I was doing and started to perform. &amp;nbsp;What a time to be a 12 year old boy hanging out in the bush of Africa! &amp;nbsp;My Tyler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-6181361994668438254?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/6181361994668438254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=6181361994668438254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6181361994668438254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6181361994668438254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/07/nightvision.html' title='Nightvision'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrmFcYycxYI/ThxW0vtwF9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Oh2aFMyIWYY/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-5319928562215140558</id><published>2011-07-12T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:09:51.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ngusulu's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RDj2Zjk-So/Thw0zxN1vVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kEotdJq2gVE/s1600/DSC_1084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RDj2Zjk-So/Thw0zxN1vVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kEotdJq2gVE/s320/DSC_1084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfDculRnkng/ThOHg1HDAjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G2v5GH7KdAY/s1600/CSC_0175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="150" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625989357598081586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfDculRnkng/ThOHg1HDAjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G2v5GH7KdAY/s200/CSC_0175.JPG" style="float: right; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of you may know the Ngusulu's.  Reuben, Sr., center, is the proud husband and father of this crew.  We have known Reuben since 2006.  I remember talking to Reuben on the phone and wondering if I would ever have the privilege to meet him and his family.  I would see countless pictures of them on Mike's return from Zambia along with many stories.  Reuben has an amazing story of how God has brought him through this journey of life.  It has not been without struggle.  His wife, Melody, right in green, doesn't let him talk about the difficult times they have had in the past.  It really hurts her to think about days without things they needed for themselves and their children.  Days when Reuben had to travel and live in many different places to provide for them.  But, whatever Reuben has set his hand to, he has done well and learned much.  He speaks English beautifully and is as patient with us as anyone could be.  His children are, from oldest to youngest, Kasenya 18, Lulu 17, Reuben, Jr. 13, Kebby 12, Chipango 10, Alice 8 and sweet baby Stacey 2.   They are a gift to me and my family.  They live here with us and life is never boring.  We are family here watching out for each other.  Melody keeps careful eye on things and I am sure to have someone rushing to get me if anyone is injured.  The creativity runs rampid here and something is always being built, taken apart, or well into planning stages.  Baby Stacey couldn't have kept from learning to count to 20 with over 3 bazillion games of hide and seek having been played before she turned 2.  Often you could hear her counting long after everyone was found. &amp;nbsp;The stories are endless of our lives shared here together. &amp;nbsp;Living, learning and loving together. &amp;nbsp; I have loved watching them grow as a christian family. &amp;nbsp;They have sacrificed many things, been blessed in many ways and press forward raising their children in a Godly home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-5319928562215140558?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/5319928562215140558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=5319928562215140558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5319928562215140558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5319928562215140558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ngusulus.html' title='The Ngusulu&apos;s'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RDj2Zjk-So/Thw0zxN1vVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kEotdJq2gVE/s72-c/DSC_1084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-2442195874599718576</id><published>2011-07-05T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:30:37.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9TFSMgD-dU/ThOA3xWdHuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_n288WfHcWI/s1600/DSC_2047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9TFSMgD-dU/ThOA3xWdHuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_n288WfHcWI/s320/DSC_2047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625982055144562402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we have our own "Crocodile Dentist".    I received an unbelievable carved crocodile bench.  Christmas morning everyone gathered just outside our door and watched as they led me to a great surprise.  What a great job Isaac did on this carving.  My Croc is all varnished now and has very sharp teeth thanks to Kasenya!    It is where many visitors sit when they enter the yard - on the Crocodile under the Mango tree!  Wonder what in the world they think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-2442195874599718576?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/2442195874599718576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=2442195874599718576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/2442195874599718576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/2442195874599718576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/07/yes-we-have-our-own-crocodile-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9TFSMgD-dU/ThOA3xWdHuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_n288WfHcWI/s72-c/DSC_2047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-1823537303783599865</id><published>2011-07-05T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:14:21.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Luena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUlRoikDR-4/ThN73HxImMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LjdyqsdAGr4/s1600/DSC_2025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUlRoikDR-4/ThN73HxImMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LjdyqsdAGr4/s320/DSC_2025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625976546424035522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite picture of the Luena!  Down the road from my house is a well-known river, The Luena.  That is pronounced LOO-WAY-NUH.  Its face changes all throughout the year from the rising with the rains to the shallow of the dry season.  I love to stand on the bridge above it or sit on its edge and watch the people that dwell near and around it.  Many times it is a laundromat and at the same time a car wash.  It is a definite source of fishing for all ages, but mainly young boys who you will find standing in its shallow depths and some even out to their chests just to see what might be for dinner.  Women will cast any kind of nets available to also bring in something for a meager meal.  I never get tired of its amazing changes from the time of day you find yourself standing beside it or what season we may be sharing.  I am always thoughtful as the year passes of the places I have tramped that will be covered with water before the year's end.  Such and amazing landscape!  There are no crocodiles in this river to anyone's knowledge, but who could really ever know what a river holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-1823537303783599865?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/1823537303783599865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=1823537303783599865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1823537303783599865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1823537303783599865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/07/luena.html' title='The Luena'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUlRoikDR-4/ThN73HxImMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LjdyqsdAGr4/s72-c/DSC_2025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-8053173592561013506</id><published>2011-07-05T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:54:51.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh!  Excuse ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrzoKBO_-_M/ThN4R1hwUPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/r34fMiZJ77E/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrzoKBO_-_M/ThN4R1hwUPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/r34fMiZJ77E/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625972607337648370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like coming up on something in the road just at dusk and trying to make out what it could be only to find out, yes, it is a LION!  I mean what do you do?  What do you say?  Excuse me Mr. Lion, could you and your lady friend please move?  They were just laying there for the longest time!  Can you imagine they were reenacting the scene from "The Notebook" and he was showing off about laying in the street!  That is how my imagination works anyway!  They took their sweet time getting up and sauntering off into the bush!  I was so excited I could barely take pictures and nearly forgot how the camera worked!  It was an amazing site!  I was in no hurry for them to move!  Now that is a day in the "real" Africa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-8053173592561013506?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/8053173592561013506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=8053173592561013506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8053173592561013506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8053173592561013506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/07/uh-excuse-me.html' title='Uh!  Excuse ME!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrzoKBO_-_M/ThN4R1hwUPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/r34fMiZJ77E/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-174342713137846039</id><published>2011-06-22T04:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T04:48:03.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet? Africa? WHAAAAT?</title><content type='html'>When I started our blog before leaving the States in 2008 I thought for sure I would be able to keep it updated.  I mean, I read other missionaries blogs from Zambia and thought, "that is so great to be able to let people see the "real" Africa."  However, after arriving, I realized the daunting task of Internet in Africa.  It became almost impossible to receive e-mails frequently enough, much less update a blog.  Well, maybe every 6 weeks on supply trips to Lusaka I can update?  That sounds good, right?  Then, finding out that most of your time in Lusaka is spent running around looking for supplies and if, and only if, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection at the Guest House is working, then you may update.  Only to find myself spending the evening fighting with the slowest connection, if any.  It became a weight game of should I spend this time trying to download to the blog or contacting my family?  I am not known for my technological endurance!  I have too much to accomplish to be content to sit in front of a machine that seems to be plotting my demise. &lt;me laughing=""&gt;  After returning to Zambia in January of 2011, I had hoped for some progress in the Internet world here locally.  There have been strides made, but they come with a much greater cost than can be justified.   I have been very satisfied with my unbelievable phone and its capabilities.  It allows me to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, check my email, and upload photos.  There is nothing like sitting out in the bush where there is no running water or electricity for miles and be sitting outside a small hut and someone's cell phone starts ringing. Ah' this world we live in.  My phone will allow me to update my blog, but it is painstaking and time consuming.  So here I sit with a new portable modem -WOW!  Waiting to see if it will actually allow me to download this post!  So, let us cross our fingers - WHAT? - I haven't believed in that since I was like 6.  I hope this is the beginning of a new, refreshed ability to keep you informed.  We shall see.  Love to you all!&lt;/me&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-174342713137846039?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/174342713137846039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=174342713137846039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/174342713137846039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/174342713137846039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/06/internet-africa-whaaaat.html' title='Internet? Africa? WHAAAAT?'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-2352455673664976653</id><published>2011-03-17T14:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:07:24.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!  Mwaboko Mwane!</title><content type='html'>Arriving back in Kaoma, Zambia to a very warm welcome is a wonderful feeling.  We have not yet been to all the churches, but are going this weekend.  The Zambian culture has such a way of helping you to feel like you are a part of the people.  They have such a practice of welcoming back those who have returned.  Many were afraid we would not return and many were in tears when we have went to greet them.  Sometimes in this great big world you can feel unimportant, insignificant.  When I stand with my Zambian brothers and sisters,I know I am as important to them as they are to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-2352455673664976653?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/2352455673664976653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=2352455673664976653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/2352455673664976653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/2352455673664976653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-back-mwaboko-mwane_17.html' title='Welcome Back!  Mwaboko Mwane!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-4507422614187146369</id><published>2011-03-17T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:58:41.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!  Mwaboko Mwane!</title><content type='html'>Arriving back in Kaoma, Zambia to a very warm welcome is a wonderful feeling.  We have not yet been to all the churches, but are going this weekend.  The Zambian culture has such a way of helping you to feel like you are a part of the people.  They have such a practice of welcoming back those who have returned.  Many were afraid we would not return and many were in tears when we have went to greet them.  Sometimes in this great big world you can feel unimportant, insignificant.  When I stand with my Zambian brothers and sisters,I know I am as important to them as they are to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-4507422614187146369?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/4507422614187146369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=4507422614187146369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4507422614187146369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4507422614187146369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-back-mwaboko-mwane.html' title='Welcome Back!  Mwaboko Mwane!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-4175793071673250432</id><published>2010-12-01T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:15:49.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Register</title><content type='html'>&lt;tr height="15" style="border-top: 1px solid #0F7BBC;"&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;                         REGISTER                     &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-4175793071673250432?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/4175793071673250432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=4175793071673250432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4175793071673250432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4175793071673250432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2010/12/register.html' title='Register'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-7898615286636004220</id><published>2010-04-14T18:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:11:09.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/S8ZJmYA8eGI/AAAAAAAAADo/e85X3cP-MIo/s1600/CSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460132521863575650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/S8ZJmYA8eGI/AAAAAAAAADo/e85X3cP-MIo/s320/CSC_0264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew the Davis family long before they knew me.  I had heard of and read of there many years of ministry in Kalabo, Zambia.  What a treat to spend time with them during the holidays. They are a missionary family to be admired.  I had so much fun while they were visiting.  They are now our cluster leaders and I am so glad to be serving with them.  They now live in Botswana.  We were able to spend a bit of time with them on the way back from South Africa.  Just never enough time to spend with people you love.&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-7898615286636004220?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/7898615286636004220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=7898615286636004220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7898615286636004220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7898615286636004220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2010/04/christmas-with-family.html' title='Christmas with Family'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/S8ZJmYA8eGI/AAAAAAAAADo/e85X3cP-MIo/s72-c/CSC_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-4600587604318324676</id><published>2010-04-14T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:59:14.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thoughtful Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/S8ZGuAZhHXI/AAAAAAAAADg/JL-nsbhs17g/s1600/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460129354428259698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/S8ZGuAZhHXI/AAAAAAAAADg/JL-nsbhs17g/s320/DSC00124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister had a wonderful surprise getting to meet Mr. Kamisa.  He made the basket Banita is holding for her.  He is a faithful member of Katunda Baptist Church and makes and sells theses baskets as a source of income.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-4600587604318324676?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/4600587604318324676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=4600587604318324676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4600587604318324676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4600587604318324676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughtful-gift.html' title='A Thoughtful Gift'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/S8ZGuAZhHXI/AAAAAAAAADg/JL-nsbhs17g/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-7012428055766494925</id><published>2009-08-21T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:42:11.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If They Can Make it There, They'll Make it Anywhere. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/So8S21zF1zI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcAIYu1tols/s1600-h/NY+LINE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372533613839898418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/So8S21zF1zI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcAIYu1tols/s320/NY+LINE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike's Mom, Carolyn visited New York just awhile back and now it is the talk of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaoma&lt;/span&gt;.  She sent all the kids a T-shirt, as you can see.  This is their serious pose with their t-shirts.  The others are too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.  Evie with her feet behind  her head and all of that nonsense.   They are all very proud of their shirts and they stick out like sore thumbs in the village.  They send out a big thank you to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt;, but little Alice prefers to say thank you "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemoy&lt;/span&gt;"  She isn't quite sure what a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; is yet.  It will not be long though.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; is on her way September 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we have all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tarheel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paraphernalia&lt;/span&gt; we could drag to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaoma&lt;/span&gt; ready and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;await'n&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-7012428055766494925?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/7012428055766494925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=7012428055766494925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7012428055766494925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7012428055766494925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-they-can-make-it-there-theyll-make.html' title='If They Can Make it There, They&apos;ll Make it Anywhere. . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/So8S21zF1zI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcAIYu1tols/s72-c/NY+LINE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-5429072103390841526</id><published>2009-08-21T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:30:01.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIAN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/So8PS_oJAMI/AAAAAAAAADM/YCjuvusEK4I/s1600-h/CIMG5493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372529699468148930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/So8PS_oJAMI/AAAAAAAAADM/YCjuvusEK4I/s320/CIMG5493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Tyler and Christian were born they have shared each others birthdays together ALWAYS!!!!  We knew when we moved to Africa that this would be a difficult part of being away from friends and family.  Needless to say both birthdays were difficult without seeing these two together.  We have cherished watching this "Buzz and Woody" duo for many years.  As toddlers these two knew all the words to Toy Story and would act it out as well.  I am not sure who had more fun at those birthday parties, the kids or the parents.  We love birthdays with the Bellamy's.  We love Christian Bellamy.  This year Christian had a "Safari Birthday" in honor of us being in Africa.   While I was skyping on the computer with Barbara, Christian's mother, she started to talk about the upcoming planning of the party.  I just started crying and hated the thought of not being there and decorating the whole place for Christian.  Most of all not getting to watch Christian blow out the candles.  That is a very special part for us all.  We miss you Bellamy's and we hope Christian had a wonderful birthday.  To Christian from Tyler:  "You've Got a Friend In Me"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-5429072103390841526?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/5429072103390841526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=5429072103390841526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5429072103390841526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5429072103390841526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-christian.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIAN!!!!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/So8PS_oJAMI/AAAAAAAAADM/YCjuvusEK4I/s72-c/CIMG5493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-7052999300026228743</id><published>2009-07-09T10:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:38:49.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOM!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Evie and Tyler helped as we used the maize of the Ngsulu family that was drying in our backyard to send a message to their Mammaw Eva. Everyone pitched in and formed an assembly line to get all the maize over to the signage area. Then Tyler and Kasenya climbed the water tower and took pictures. It was the most fun "birthday present" to make. We love you Mom and hope you enjoy this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SlX_DbvDeHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k0f4qEXEU2A/s1600-h/CIMG6758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356467766276880498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SlX_DbvDeHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k0f4qEXEU2A/s320/CIMG6758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SlX_DgrKawI/AAAAAAAAADE/KMb0cj82MNc/s1600-h/CIMG6760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356467767602735874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SlX_DgrKawI/AAAAAAAAADE/KMb0cj82MNc/s320/CIMG6760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5119863702374028005-7052999300026228743?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/7052999300026228743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=7052999300026228743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7052999300026228743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7052999300026228743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-my-mom.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOM!!!!!!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SlX_DbvDeHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k0f4qEXEU2A/s72-c/CIMG6758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-8640568797283684183</id><published>2009-06-29T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:42:43.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU ORDER FERTILIZER. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/Ski1rhgw_bI/AAAAAAAAACs/2aKXxkXtoec/s1600-h/CIMG6461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352727916464635314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/Ski1rhgw_bI/AAAAAAAAACs/2aKXxkXtoec/s320/CIMG6461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You get fertilizer.  They showed up at the gate with two ox-carts full of fertilizer for the yard and garden.  They nearly knocked down the small house where Rueben's boys stay.  I am not sure what they thought about us being so excited about fertilizer.  Why do these makuwa (white people) take pictures of this fertilizer?  How strange we me seem. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;?  How strange we must seem.&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-8640568797283684183?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/8640568797283684183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=8640568797283684183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8640568797283684183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8640568797283684183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-order-fertilizer.html' title='WHEN YOU ORDER FERTILIZER. . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/Ski1rhgw_bI/AAAAAAAAACs/2aKXxkXtoec/s72-c/CIMG6461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-5409280959798245675</id><published>2009-06-29T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:34:32.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG Little Love Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkivraZ6ohI/AAAAAAAAACk/SRh4FODD46U/s1600-h/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352721317487092242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkivraZ6ohI/AAAAAAAAACk/SRh4FODD46U/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you have ever walked into a room and felt like nobody noticed or that you really are not important, then you have never had the privilege of knowing a little lady by the name of Faith Wilmore.  Faith was a student in the preschool class at Grace Christian School.   There was never a day that I didn't feel important upon her arrival.  She would find me, give me a hug and tell me something new or exciting.  O.k. sometimes it was just to show me a dog on her shirt or a new outfit, but it was always with the importance on me.  She could, nonetheless, try my patience on days and I would wonder what in the world to do.  When I took my first trip to Africa and was out of class for two weeks, she was curious to know why I had to go and would ask me on several occasions.  I told her that there were little boys and girls in Africa and they needed to hear about Jesus.  I also told her that I love them just like I love her and I would go to Africa to tell her too, if she were there.  That was all she needed.  The days up to my trip would be full of love and concern about my trip.  She came in one day that was assigned to be her "show and tell".  It was supposed to fit in a bag that we sent home with all the children.  Well, Faith felt this could be overlooked because of the importance of what she needed to show.  So, in she walks with her light up globe.  She wanted to be sure that the children in her class knew exactly where Mrs. Smith was going. With her parents help she had learned where she lived on the globe and how to show us where Zambia, Africa is located.  Somehow, I knew no matter how important or unimportant my trip was to anyone else, there would be a little prayer warrior at home on my side.  When I returned to school after my trip and everyone was saying welcome back and hugging, it was Faith who ran up and said, "Do all the little children know who Jesus is now?"  Taken aback, I was silenced, almost in tears as she hugged me and told me she missed me.  I cannot tell you how overjoyed I was to receive the above note after being in Zambia just a short while.  This note is above my nightstand and no matter how difficult going out to teach the children may be on days, I am reminded of Faith and her question.  To my Faithie:  keep praying and I will keep telling all the children that I meet.  To the readers: if you ever have the chance to meet this young lady, you will be blessed, but be careful, she'll steal your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-5409280959798245675?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/5409280959798245675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=5409280959798245675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5409280959798245675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5409280959798245675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-little-love-notes.html' title='BIG Little Love Notes'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkivraZ6ohI/AAAAAAAAACk/SRh4FODD46U/s72-c/DSC_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-5947490132796685144</id><published>2009-06-29T07:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:06:35.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!</title><content type='html'>Now you know that Mike Smith is not going anywhere where he cannot get a milkshake.  Well, there are no milkshakes in Kaoma.  "My oh' my", said the ladies from Deerfield, "whatever will Pastor Mike do?"  Needless to say we were not going to debate with God on such a matter.  Sure enough here is our wonderful Ice Cream maker attachment.  Mike immediately started&lt;br /&gt;searching for ingredients and recipes for whatever ice cream he could concoct.  After careful deliberations and a little tinkering from the chef, we have a winner.  I am not sure what to say to anyone who asks why do we have a whole grocery cart full of dessert cream and sweetened condensed milk.  (Not really-just adding for exageration so that my readers may truly comprehend Mike's love of a milkshake) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkirCCDGmBI/AAAAAAAAACc/duBgcfaMIWg/s1600-h/DSC_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352716208527808530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkirCCDGmBI/AAAAAAAAACc/duBgcfaMIWg/s320/DSC_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Then to add to his unbelievable ice cream machine - The Ashby's threw in a Cuisinart "Power Stick" which is basically a blender on a stick.  A milkshake is a breeze in Kaoma - you just have to know the right places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-5947490132796685144?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/5947490132796685144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=5947490132796685144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5947490132796685144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5947490132796685144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-accomplished.html' title='MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkirCCDGmBI/AAAAAAAAACc/duBgcfaMIWg/s72-c/DSC_0172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-8993186818726344527</id><published>2009-06-29T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:51:01.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Favorite Picture in Africa" by Evie Smith</title><content type='html'>Mike gave Evie an assignment to pick out one of her favorite pictures from Africa and write a brief paragraph describing the picture(s).  This is Evie and her "Ant Sky".  That is how Evie writes and spells Aunt.  Evie wrote this is her with Ant Sky at Lake Karibba Inn.  We went there for our annual meeting.  Evie said that she and her Ant Sky look alike.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkioXAWMr2I/AAAAAAAAACU/M2T_sSAnpVg/s1600-h/DSC_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352713270313398114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkioXAWMr2I/AAAAAAAAACU/M2T_sSAnpVg/s320/DSC_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkioWy-_trI/AAAAAAAAACM/WfNCuhMccxg/s1600-h/DSC_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352713266726418098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkioWy-_trI/AAAAAAAAACM/WfNCuhMccxg/s320/DSC_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two of these beautiful ones in my life having a little "girl talk" on the side of the pool.  Evie loves her "Ant" Sky and yes, that is o.k. with her Aunt Beata.  Ant Sky has already been introduced to Aunt Beata and has overwhelming met with her approval.  Sky always makes us smile and her other half, Daniel, he provides us with laughter.   I would show you a picture of him, but they all have him either chasing crocodiles or killings snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5119863702374028005-8993186818726344527?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/8993186818726344527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=8993186818726344527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8993186818726344527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8993186818726344527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favorite-picture-in-africa-by-evie.html' title='&quot;My Favorite Picture in Africa&quot; by Evie Smith'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkioXAWMr2I/AAAAAAAAACU/M2T_sSAnpVg/s72-c/DSC_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-3190806486303331989</id><published>2009-06-24T06:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:12:08.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of My Sister</title><content type='html'>Mike has always loved to take pictures of funny storefronts. On his first trip to Kaoma he took a picture of the "Big Bonnita" in honor of my sister Banita (or if you know us well, my sister, Beata). However, this is the NEW "Big Bonnita&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkIC_Y8ttyI/AAAAAAAAACE/NNLnc0YJPzM/s1600-h/DSC_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350842595321689890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkIC_Y8ttyI/AAAAAAAAACE/NNLnc0YJPzM/s320/DSC_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". The old Big Bonnita used to be next to "Mike Investments". How amusing I know, but the Big Bonnita just got to fancy for little old Mike Investments and had to move. Well, Beata, whenever you are ready you can come (move) over and you already have a little shop ready for you to run. We will have to do a little painting on the name. Hugs and Kisses to my sister.&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-3190806486303331989?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/3190806486303331989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=3190806486303331989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3190806486303331989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3190806486303331989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-my-sister.html' title='In Honor of My Sister'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkIC_Y8ttyI/AAAAAAAAACE/NNLnc0YJPzM/s72-c/DSC_0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-6046305556344249126</id><published>2009-06-24T05:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:16:49.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Witness to an Elephant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkH42oJ7NTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tGyFGC3fykM/s1600-h/CIMG6215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350831449668531506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkH42oJ7NTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tGyFGC3fykM/s320/CIMG6215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, we didn't try to share the gospel with this fellow, but we were close enough to do so.  On the road to Lusaka is a view like no other.   There are amazing ways that God speaks to us in our everyday lives no matter what road we are traveling.  As I sat in the truck looking out at this enormous creature, I recognized his great power and strength.  Was I scared? No, I knew I was safe in the truck and we could pull away in a second.  I thought how often we depend on man and his many devices.  We put trust in them to work and protect us from harm.   Our faith is being tested everyday within even the mere things we take as conveniences.  Do I think these conveniences are wrong to possess.  No, but I think our reliance on our self-made assurances can leave us neglecting the fact that God is ever present and always working.  How are we to give testimony if our faith was in the truck and not the God whom provided.  I hope you are getting me or as we like to say "Una kunyuvwa".  That is Shinkoya for "Are you getting me?"  I pray for us all that we will rest in His Strength alone.&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-6046305556344249126?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/6046305556344249126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=6046305556344249126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6046305556344249126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6046305556344249126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-witness-to-elephant.html' title='How Do You Witness to an Elephant?'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkH42oJ7NTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tGyFGC3fykM/s72-c/CIMG6215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-1286833704707162652</id><published>2009-06-24T05:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:26:50.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TYLER, DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YOU ARE UP THERE?</title><content type='html'>No.  If you don't say anything, she will never know.  "UHH?  Tyler, what is this picture on the camera", asks his Mother.   Just confess and everything will go much smoother.  My son took the camera and climbed atop a water tower, a very tall water tower with no ladder or rails.  He climbs the tower at our house all the time, but we have a ladder and rails and it is not nearly as high.  When I see Tyler doing something that might prove physically consequential he knows what I will say.  I usually say, "Tyler, no, my tail is tingling."  That is from the movie "Over the Hedge".  The turtle knows when something is going to go wrong when his tail tingles.  It is a funny way for Tyler to be corrected, but it usually works.  Needless to say, when I saw this picture.  Well, let's just say if I was going to string him up, it might as well be from that water tower since he had already been up to the top.   It made my heart stop I believe.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkHuYk68qaI/AAAAAAAAABs/MoSxLpI28-U/s1600-h/CIMG6505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819938288052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkHuYk68qaI/AAAAAAAAABs/MoSxLpI28-U/s320/CIMG6505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-1286833704707162652?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/1286833704707162652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=1286833704707162652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1286833704707162652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1286833704707162652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/tyler-does-your-mom-know-you-are-up.html' title='TYLER, DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YOU ARE UP THERE?'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SkHuYk68qaI/AAAAAAAAABs/MoSxLpI28-U/s72-c/CIMG6505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-810124797310830235</id><published>2009-06-17T11:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:28:44.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MANY THINGS HAVE CHANGED. . .</title><content type='html'>but some things are the same.  Evie, Mike and Tyler still wrestle as much as always.  They always run through the house chasing each other and screaming until I pull my hair out.  However, I would like to point out the decoration in Tyler's room.  GO HEELS!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkLFdu6krI/AAAAAAAAABk/GYQ5MWhm9-E/s1600-h/CIMG6102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348318220987830962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkLFdu6krI/AAAAAAAAABk/GYQ5MWhm9-E/s320/CIMG6102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-810124797310830235?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/810124797310830235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=810124797310830235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/810124797310830235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/810124797310830235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-have-changed.html' title='SO MANY THINGS HAVE CHANGED. . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkLFdu6krI/AAAAAAAAABk/GYQ5MWhm9-E/s72-c/CIMG6102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-7368316159610426131</id><published>2009-06-17T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:19:41.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TALKING ABOUT CLIMBING THE WALLS</title><content type='html'>Yes, Tyler will do anything to keep from doing his schoolwork.  The walls are concrete and painted with high-gloss paint.  They are great for my kids "monkey-feet"  That door Tyler is in front of is my bedroom. Sometimes they will climb so high and be so quite that I will walk out of my room and down the hall without even knowing they are there.   One time I was looking for them to start back to their school work and they were up - just there- and not saying a word.  I told them they could practice that any other time they wanted - EXCEPT- during school.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkIsDhOL1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Bkz-5IgDKOc/s1600-h/CIMG6163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348315585431088978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkIsDhOL1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Bkz-5IgDKOc/s320/CIMG6163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-7368316159610426131?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/7368316159610426131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=7368316159610426131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7368316159610426131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7368316159610426131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-about-climbing-walls.html' title='TALKING ABOUT CLIMBING THE WALLS'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkIsDhOL1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Bkz-5IgDKOc/s72-c/CIMG6163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-5124257133931806054</id><published>2009-06-17T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:13:28.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TO SOME OF MY FAVORITE EMT'S</title><content type='html'>Evie, Chipango and Alice are quite animated.  They play all the time and go from one drama to the next.  Look at that Evie.  I thought if Linda, Joan, Leon, and Vanessa could see her now.  She is taking very good care of her patient.  I did have to teach Evie that your heart is not in you abdomen though.  Ha!Ha!  She just laughed and said Mom, we are just pretending, it is not like I am taking the test to become a real EMT.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkG0ny-UxI/AAAAAAAAABU/shbFL9Cx2f4/s1600-h/CIMG6448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348313533584921362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkG0ny-UxI/AAAAAAAAABU/shbFL9Cx2f4/s320/CIMG6448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-5124257133931806054?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/5124257133931806054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=5124257133931806054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5124257133931806054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5124257133931806054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-some-of-my-favorite-emts.html' title='TO SOME OF MY FAVORITE EMT&apos;S'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkG0ny-UxI/AAAAAAAAABU/shbFL9Cx2f4/s72-c/CIMG6448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-3673697933074125490</id><published>2009-06-17T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:05:26.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Has to Have her STUFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkE69kMk_I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHOUzmYfndU/s1600-h/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348311443484480498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkE69kMk_I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHOUzmYfndU/s320/DSC_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really Evie!  First and of utmost important - make sure your stuff is organized.  Mammaw Eva bought Evie an American Girl Doll "Julie" for Christmas.  Now Evie keeps her things all put together and when we first arrived in Africa - don't you know it.  Yes, these are all Julie's things organized that she can see them all.  Who cares if you are a foot and 1/2 tall and cannot breathe - a girl needs to know where here things are, Right?  Ha Ha.  I guess Julie deserves it.  I mean if you would have seen what they put the poor doll through in customs.  Quite invasive! Ha  Evie keeps her quite stylish for all occasions.  We love you Mammaw Eva.&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-3673697933074125490?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/3673697933074125490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=3673697933074125490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3673697933074125490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3673697933074125490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-has-to-have-her-stuff.html' title='A Girl Has to Have her STUFF!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkE69kMk_I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHOUzmYfndU/s72-c/DSC_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-6092458716933443017</id><published>2009-06-17T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:50:08.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS READY TO GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkBvt8fUzI/AAAAAAAAABE/DYP7mstWeb8/s1600-h/CIMG6244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348307951777960754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkBvt8fUzI/AAAAAAAAABE/DYP7mstWeb8/s320/CIMG6244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just part of the crew.  From left to right; Tyler, Evie, Chipango, Alice and Young Rueben.  They were very anxious to get to the river to go swimming on Evie's birthday.  They are quite a group.  We love them.&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/5119863702374028005-6092458716933443017?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/6092458716933443017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=6092458716933443017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6092458716933443017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6092458716933443017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/always-ready-to-go.html' title='ALWAYS READY TO GO!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjkBvt8fUzI/AAAAAAAAABE/DYP7mstWeb8/s72-c/CIMG6244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-6595175278072020729</id><published>2009-06-17T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:15:00.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST!</title><content type='html'>You all might know that Evie love her Memaw.  Well, she really put on a show one day when she came in with her notorious VT attire- purchased by the one and only "Memaw".  She was really dogging her Daddy and giving him a hard time.  Running through the house yelling "GO HOKIES".  Most of you know that she almost ended up living in a little hut down by the river.  Trust me - it can be done - right here in Kaoma.  I haven't seen this outfit since.  It might have ended up in the River.  Sorry Memaw.  You can bring another when you come.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/Sjj5eh_whdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-IJD_CRwnE8/s1600-h/DSC_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348298860419646930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/Sjj5eh_whdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-IJD_CRwnE8/s320/DSC_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-6595175278072020729?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/6595175278072020729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=6595175278072020729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6595175278072020729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/6595175278072020729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/traitor-in-our-midst.html' title='TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/Sjj5eh_whdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-IJD_CRwnE8/s72-c/DSC_0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-3279147369594489321</id><published>2009-06-17T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:58:04.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG DREAM FOR YOUNG GUYS</title><content type='html'>Tyler and Kasenya make a small version of a zambian farm.  Pretty impressive.  They had a tractor and fence.  If you will notice next to Tyler's hand is a little blue toy dinosaur.  It is the Watchman for the farm.  The girls were right behind working on "their own".  Little Alice - we say that as Ah-lee-say here, she is the smallest (except for the new baby - we' ll talk more about that later) she would secretly take things from the boys farm and put on the girls farm when no one one looking - except from me - that is.   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjjztfbdgAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kB-fRZhvsUk/s1600-h/DSC_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292520358805506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjjztfbdgAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kB-fRZhvsUk/s320/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5119863702374028005-3279147369594489321?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/3279147369594489321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=3279147369594489321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3279147369594489321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3279147369594489321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-dream-for-young-guys.html' title='BIG DREAM FOR YOUNG GUYS'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SjjztfbdgAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kB-fRZhvsUk/s72-c/DSC_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-4996601639310285171</id><published>2009-05-24T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:54:56.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TYLER'S 1st Birthday in Africa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/ShmzSIIcftI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aovoHlh7Rf0/s1600-h/CIMG6115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339495957226356434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/ShmzSIIcftI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aovoHlh7Rf0/s320/CIMG6115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you got a chicken "hoo-wah" for your birthday? While this may seem a 'bit comical to you...this was a significant sacrifice for Mr. Benard who gave this to Tyler for his birthday. As you can see...EVERYONE was having fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-4996601639310285171?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/4996601639310285171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=4996601639310285171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4996601639310285171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/4996601639310285171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/05/tylers-1st-birthday-in-africa.html' title='TYLER&apos;S 1st Birthday in Africa!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/ShmzSIIcftI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aovoHlh7Rf0/s72-c/CIMG6115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-2618707279440000332</id><published>2009-04-02T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:04:47.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEERFIELD BAPTIST WOMEN - ain't nothin' like'm</title><content type='html'>If you have never had the privilege to spend a little time in Deerfield, Virginia, then you are really missing something.  The mountains are beautiful, and the hunting is great.  The valley is quite a spectacular drive, but that doesn't compare to a group of ladies nestled back there that serve with all their hearts.  I knew while I was there that they loved our family, but they continue to extend that love even with us 10,000 miles away.  A huge box showed up at the post office (mposho - that is Shinkoya for Post Office) and when I opened that box I could not believe it.  I am driving around Zambia with a medical bag that might be better equipped than many clinics.  I laughed as I went through everything because I thought, if I pull this out the nationals will think I am a doctor.  People will show up at the gate and want surgery or something.  haha.  You ladies are amazing.  Thank you from all of us and thank you ahead of time from anyone I might have to do an appendectomy on in the future. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-2618707279440000332?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/2618707279440000332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=2618707279440000332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/2618707279440000332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/2618707279440000332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/04/deerfield-baptist-women-aint-nothin.html' title='DEERFIELD BAPTIST WOMEN - ain&apos;t nothin&apos; like&apos;m'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-5667274591850875408</id><published>2009-04-02T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:50:14.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out for that Kitty in the road. . .</title><content type='html'>Escpecially when the kitty is a leopard.  hahaha  Isn't that great!  On the way to Lusaka today there was a leopard walking in the road.  One thing about leopards, they move a little too fast for photographers.  Sorry no pictures.  We are safe and sound in Lusaka and have been talking with family and friends on skype.   We have a big meeting to go to for the next few days.  I will be posting as much as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-5667274591850875408?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/5667274591850875408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=5667274591850875408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5667274591850875408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5667274591850875408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-out-for-that-kitty-in-road.html' title='Watch out for that Kitty in the road. . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-8899107754234023705</id><published>2009-02-19T06:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:57:06.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW MANY MISSIONARIES DOES IT TAKE TO . . .</title><content type='html'>Take care of one big whiny newbie.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, sorry folks for the delay.  Mama Bear was down for the count yesterday.  On Monday started what I must refer to as a ritual in my life.  The pain starts around the outside corner of my eye and travels up and to the back of my neck.  Many of you who know me well, know I am not referring to Mike.  I had a headache on Monday.  Nothing too unusual until Tuesday morning around 3:00 a.m. (Africa) when I clenched my head and starting crying.  The pain was the worst I have felt in some time.  So many of you have prayed for me throughout the years that I hate to even mention the fact that they still happen at times.  I now understand that the malaria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; only increase the intensity.  To comfort my Mama and those who love me like a Mother, please know that God has put me amongst some of the greatest caregivers.  Mike was quick to act, when there are tears, he is moving.  He began talking to many of the Missionary ladies here and didn't stop until he came home with some solutions.  Everyone was very concerned and have been diligent to check on me routinely.   The Lord is always faithful, though it seems we are losing control.  He is in control and knows what we need even when it hurts or does not make sense.   In my pain, as many of us do, we cry out to God to help.  Thoughts were running through my head about the pain those around me feel inside their lives, hearts, minds.  Pain that no time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, or doctor can repair.  All that I can tell you is that I thank God for the headaches (I can say that today, after it is over) for they come and quickly (by eternal standards) go, but the lost around me are bound for eternal torment.  What is a headache compared to that and what is a taste of torment to spurn me on to share the gospel.   So on to better things.  We have our national registry cards.  There is a story in every task you tend to here in Zambia.  I will have pictures this evening as I know most of you are looking only to see my children.  (I say that in a pouting manner)  Just kidding.  I love you all and ask for your continued prayers, yes, even if it brings on a headache.  Pray for the millions of Zambians.  I wish you could see the eyes that I look into everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-8899107754234023705?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/8899107754234023705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=8899107754234023705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8899107754234023705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8899107754234023705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-many-missionaries-does-it-take-to.html' title='HOW MANY MISSIONARIES DOES IT TAKE TO . . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-7950284692909485025</id><published>2009-02-17T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:15:02.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A BOX FROM THE BELLAMY'S</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know our friends the Bellamy's.  Tom, Barbara, Christian and Little Miss Savannah.  We have been great friends for years.  Tyler and Christian have shared every birthday together up until this year in Zambia.  Nonetheless, the Bellamy's always come through.  After a brief trip into town Mike brings home a box from the post office addressed to Tyler.  It is from the Bellamy's.  Tyler opens to find some fabulous Tarheel Blue (that may be translated into light blue for those of you who have fell from grace ha) apparel swimming in a sea of Little Debbie cakes.  You should have seen the lips,  I mean looks on their faces.   I don't know who was the most happy to receive this box.  Because never you mind how many homemade cinnamon rolls, cinnamon bread, biscuits and pancakes that I make, I just can't keep up with Little Debbie.  It is disgusting and makes a girl want to go on strike.   Thank you Bellamy's for the love from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-7950284692909485025?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/7950284692909485025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=7950284692909485025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7950284692909485025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/7950284692909485025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/02/box-from-bellamys.html' title='A BOX FROM THE BELLAMY&apos;S'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-1502187372044156887</id><published>2009-02-17T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:34:28.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK IN THE CAPITAL CITY</title><content type='html'>We have finally received our Work Permits.  We are back in the capital city today.  We have been out in the boma (town) Kaoma for 3 weeks.  The kids have settled in nicely with the new house, town and friends.  I will put some pictures on tomorrow to give a few updates.  It is late here and we have had a very busy day tomorrow.  Today is Mike's birthday and we took him out to the Ocean Basket restaurant.  Evie ordered calamari and she loved it so don't tell her what it really is o.k.  We have several busy days ahead to take care of paperwork.  Pray that all will go smoothly.  We have all enjoyed catching up on all the e-mails from everyone.  Stay tuned for more plus pictures. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-1502187372044156887?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/1502187372044156887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=1502187372044156887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1502187372044156887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1502187372044156887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-capital-city.html' title='BACK IN THE CAPITAL CITY'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-3298189702195174543</id><published>2009-01-28T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:23:16.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF TO KAOMA</title><content type='html'>We will be leaving in the morning at 6:00 a.m. to make our way out to our house.  We are all very ready to be in our home and actually unpack our suitcases.  We said good-bye to dear friends Cindy and Truitt from training.  They will be leaving to go to the Sudan on Friday.  Please pray for them as they go.  Their days ahead will be difficult.  We have all the trunks loaded and ready to go.  Tomorrow we will load the coolers and the rest of the food containers and take off down the Great East Road to Kaoma.  Some of you know that road.  It is a long straight stretch of road that runs from the capital city of Lusaka to the west through the Kafue National Park for about 6 hours.  We look forward to seeing Rueben and his family.  They are expecting another baby.  God has renewed our strength being here at the Mission in Lusaka and we are revived and ready to travel.   We look forward to sharing more of this journey with you in the days to come.  God Bless you all and keep you.  Don't forget about us!  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-3298189702195174543?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/3298189702195174543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=3298189702195174543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3298189702195174543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3298189702195174543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/off-to-kaoma.html' title='OFF TO KAOMA'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-8840894530907618292</id><published>2009-01-26T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:33:56.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO YOU CATCH A SQUIRREL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SX4bZyAFNQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GZkFqrtEOb8/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295700341567075586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SX4bZyAFNQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GZkFqrtEOb8/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLIMB UP A TREE AND ACT LIKE A NUT!  I do not think there are squirrels in Zambia.  Tyler and Evie enjoy climbing the tree outside the guest house.  They were excited to find out there is a tree just like it in our front yard in Kaoma.  See, God created the first jungle-gym - I don't know which day that would have fell on, but maybe somewhere in those 6 days He did fit it in.    Don't tell their grandmas, but they are up very high in this picture.  There is lots of fun things around the guest house to do during the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-8840894530907618292?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/8840894530907618292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=8840894530907618292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8840894530907618292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8840894530907618292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-you-catch-squirrel.html' title='HOW DO YOU CATCH A SQUIRREL?'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SX4bZyAFNQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GZkFqrtEOb8/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-396744510896635002</id><published>2009-01-26T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:14:57.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SX4YQDj2IZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I3P1jx06DTI/s1600-h/Evei+and+Camileon+(600+x+402).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295696875946910098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SX4YQDj2IZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I3P1jx06DTI/s320/Evei+and+Camileon+(600+x+402).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this NEW "Missionary Kid on the Block" playing with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chameleon&lt;/span&gt;. WHOA...a WHAT! That's right...a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHAMELEON&lt;/span&gt;! Kids in the U.S. play video games, kids in Africa play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chameleons&lt;/span&gt;! It was quite fun watching it as it crawled around on Evie's bed. We were invited to eat dinner @ the Strategy Coordinator's house tonight for dinner so she had to let it go before we left...wait, I think she let it go...maybe she'll have an extra bed-mate tonight! See ya soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The Sent-out Smith's"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-396744510896635002?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/396744510896635002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=396744510896635002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/396744510896635002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/396744510896635002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-this-new-missionary-kid-on.html' title=''/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFuUWi0Vi_0/SX4YQDj2IZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I3P1jx06DTI/s72-c/Evei+and+Camileon+(600+x+402).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119863702374028005.post-3755739000526559579</id><published>2009-01-26T14:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:55:29.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE ALL JUST BABES. . . .</title><content type='html'>Today was an intense learning experience.  We met with many supervisors and took in much information about procedures and policy.  I realize that living here is almost like being a baby learning all new things language, food, shopping, driving (ha).  We were given our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BMOZ&lt;/span&gt; truck today.  How Cool!  Mike drives here like that is the only way that he ever new.  I don't know what that says for him in America, but he does very well.  I am glad because I am not quite ready.  It is funny how different situations  cause your children to find fun in so many different things.  In packing our trunks I had marked them so that I knew what was in each trunk.  So I pulled the two trunks that were each for the kids and let them dig in.  They had not had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; toys for months.  However, out of all the things packed, what would they pick?  A ping pong ball and paddles and have now improvised the kitchen table with a towel rolled up to form the net.  They are in quite a match as I type.  Evie is dressed up in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mulan&lt;/span&gt; dress up outfit playing ping pong with her impression of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda.  Yes, Mom I know that she is mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HaHa&lt;/span&gt;.  Life here is truly an adventure even while in the capital city.  Just wait until we get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaoma&lt;/span&gt;.   Continue to pray for the kids.  Tyler has continued to have a difficult time sleeping.  Last night we were up with him and he was trying so hard to go to sleep.  He is such a trooper though.  Evie did much better last night even without getting into the Kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kats&lt;/span&gt;.   They have adjusted well to the not drinking or brushing teeth with the water; the toilet flushes the opposite way (hey, just be glad you have a toilet, right?); wash your feet before you go to bed; zapping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; with portable zappers (Tyler loves that little chore);  talking about money in the thousands and millions (makes you feel rich with all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kwacha&lt;/span&gt; but it sure doesn't buy much).   By the way all you ladybug followers, Evie has discovered a pomegranate.  Which is great if we can keep her from wiping her fingers on her clothes after every bite.    I will add more soon . . . Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-3755739000526559579?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/3755739000526559579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=3755739000526559579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3755739000526559579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/3755739000526559579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-all-just-babes.html' title='WE ARE ALL JUST BABES. . . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-1636167265455404938</id><published>2009-01-25T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:14:51.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZZA PARTY IN AFRICA</title><content type='html'>Our family here threw a big pizza party for us last night.  It was all very good.  A colleague from South Africa made her first pizza ever to share.   Tyler and Evie spent all afternoon and evening playing with a huge group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MK's&lt;/span&gt;.  This a.m. was our first Zambian Church Service together as a family.  We went to the church which is located on the seminary campus here in Lusaka.  The former President of the country attended this church.  Evie went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;childrens&lt;/span&gt; church with all the other Zambian children like she had been doing it all of her life.  It was beautiful.  Its been raining a majority of the morning here, but has stopped this afternoon.  The warm weather is delightful.  Sandals for everyone and we do not mind at all.  We have had a little difficulty with the sleep pattern and either Tyler or Evie has ended up in bed with Mom and Dad during the night.   Last night there appeared to be a little mouse in the house - or so we thought.  I had checked on Evie many times because she was not able to go to sleep.  On the fourth time I sent Mike and (many of you who know the ladybug well will love this) Evie was sitting in her bed in the dark eating a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KitKat&lt;/span&gt; that she had from the plane. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HaHa&lt;/span&gt;  She said she was hungry and what is girl to do if someone gives her chocolate just let it sit there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt;, it was supper time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Deerfield&lt;/span&gt;, Right?  Hopefully all of our internal clocks will adjust soon.   We are well!  We send you all our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-1636167265455404938?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/1636167265455404938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=1636167265455404938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1636167265455404938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1636167265455404938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/pizza-party-in-africa.html' title='PIZZA PARTY IN AFRICA'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-752111302373732161</id><published>2009-01-24T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:42:30.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STANDING ON ZAMBIAN SOIL - FEELS GREAT!!!!</title><content type='html'>We arrived at Lusaka Airport last night a little before 9:00.  There past the gates were a whole family of friends awaiting our arrival.  What a joy to behold.  Truitt and Cindy, a couple who went through training with us in Richmond.  Many more from our Upper Zambezi Team Family.  They were so helpful to us after such a long journey.  Many of you have prayed for us throughout this time of preparation and travel.  God has been ever present with us all the way.  Tyler and Evie were a delight to watch as they went through all the processes of travel and international security checks.  They were troopers as they carried their well, but overloaded, luggage.  They enjoyed the plane and you should have seen their faces as we took off the first time.  What a delight.  They are doing well and making friend fast.  I will add more soon.  God Bless you all and all our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-752111302373732161?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/752111302373732161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=752111302373732161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/752111302373732161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/752111302373732161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/standing-on-zambian-soil-feels-great.html' title='STANDING ON ZAMBIAN SOIL - FEELS GREAT!!!!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-5464835782756340310</id><published>2009-01-22T01:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:44:23.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is the night before Africa and all through the house. . .</title><content type='html'>not a creature is stirring - ha - what? Are you kidding?  We are still stirring, well, not stirring, but just mindfully going around checking that everything is on board that needs to be on board.  We said many see-ya-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laters&lt;/span&gt; today.  Mike's precious grandparents, Estelle and Jack, both in their 80's and still puttering around with much to do said tearful good-byes to us and hugged us a couple of times before we got back to the car.  Good-bye was said to Amy's Mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mammaw&lt;/span&gt;, Dad and Sister quick to avoid too many tears.  The phone rang with calls from many who were sending their love and best wishes.  Some of our best friends Tom and Barbie Bellamy from good ole' NC called and Barbie in all her bravery held back tears while Amy kept the conversation on the least emotional side that she could to make it through.  Some may not know, but Tom and Barbie's son, Christian and our son Tyler have shared every birthday together no matter where any of us were living.   So, I guess the Bellamy's better be getting some plane tickets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  It will be a bittersweet birthday without Christian and family, but I pray technology will be used to it's best ability.  Tyler will be turning 11 on February 8.  Turning 11 in Africa, pretty exciting.  Soon we will be adding pictures to our blog so that you all will not miss our faces too much.  We will miss you all though, so please stay tuned and post comments - that would be encouraging as we set out on this journey.  It will not be long now and we will see our dear people in Africa.  Rest well everyone.  God Bless and Keep you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-5464835782756340310?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/5464835782756340310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=5464835782756340310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5464835782756340310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/5464835782756340310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-night-before-africa-and-all.html' title='It is the night before Africa and all through the house. . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-9085675655493234593</id><published>2009-01-19T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:02:26.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack it Up - Unpack it!</title><content type='html'>When Tyler and Evie were little they used to watch a video and the cartoon farmer would sing this song, "Pig it up, unpig it, unpiggn' the pond, unpiggn' the pond".  It was a great little annoying song.  You know, one of those you get so tired of, yet will be singing later as you go through the line at WalMart.  You all know what I mean.   I have been packing, moving, unpacking since August.  I was sitting here wondering if Mrs. Bush was home debating over what to keep and what to give away.  Will she have enough space bags to efficiently pack all of the President's jammies away for the trip.  Will she remember how to pack the u-haul so that her breakables do not get tossed around while they travel. Ha Ha  Anyway, here we are, packing again, weighing, sorting.  Do we really need it right now?  We have touched everything we have ever owned and asked that question.  All this and to think Friday we will be in Africa.  The reality is all around us and we are feeling the tug of our hearts as we prepare to leave.  How we love the people we are going to, but that love is no greater than the love we feel for those here.  It is in these moments that I am thankful that God has clearly shown us that we must go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to those who have sent your love and support!  What would we do without you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-9085675655493234593?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/9085675655493234593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=9085675655493234593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/9085675655493234593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/9085675655493234593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/pack-it-up-unpack-it.html' title='Pack it Up - Unpack it!'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-1671735061791559705</id><published>2009-01-16T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:21:53.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go . . .</title><content type='html'>We were wandering through Deerfield - uh hahahaha - No one just wanders through Deerfield.  You must either stumble upon Deerfield or have close ties (you know family).  Well, it would be the latter for us.  I am not embarrassed to tell you that we have had to sneak into Deerfield on occasions to work on final preparations of our trunks for Africa.  Shhhh. Don't tell anyone in Deerfield.  haha  Our family there have loved us so greatly and we have had to say goodbye so many times.  We knew we couldn't get away with sneaking in and out.  While weighing our trunks who, but Gene Lewis and Dusty would show up.  It was great to see them, but harder even still to say goodbye Again!!!  We did get an update on Rixie (our adopted Yellow Lab)though and seems all is well.  She has earned her place as a full-time female in the "MAN CAVE".   We are anxiously preparing for our trip next week.  Please pray for our many friends already on the field.  Please pray that we will stay healthy as we get closer to travel day.  Thanks for the comments - we would love to hear from you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-1671735061791559705?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/1671735061791559705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=1671735061791559705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1671735061791559705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/1671735061791559705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-we-go.html' title='As we go . . .'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-9120623107981239901</id><published>2009-01-14T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:13:06.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL...okay...actually we're leaving on the 22nd</title><content type='html'>Due to the Inaguration of our NEW President (Obama) and all of the people that will be trying to fly-out of D.C. on the 21st, we thought it best to actually fly-out on the 22nd! YES...it's actually OFFICIAL! The tickets have been issued! We fly out of D.C. on 1/22/09 @ 5:40 P.M. (E.S.T.) Stay posted as some pics will be on the way. THANK YOU for PRAYING for us during this exciting...FAITH-testing time in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;The Smith's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-9120623107981239901?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/9120623107981239901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=9120623107981239901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/9120623107981239901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/9120623107981239901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/wellokayactually-were-leaving-on-22nd.html' title='WELL...okay...actually we&apos;re leaving on the 22nd'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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-5119863702374028005.post-8095806576040055170</id><published>2009-01-13T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:24:22.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're leavin' on a JET plane..."</title><content type='html'>It's finally here...the date has arrived! Next Wednesday...January 21st! We will be leaving IAD (International Airport- Dulles) Washington, DC at 5:40 p.m. Please PRAY for us as we make FINAL...FINAL..FINAL preparations for the BIG MOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;The Smith's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119863702374028005-8095806576040055170?l=smiths4zambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/feeds/8095806576040055170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119863702374028005&amp;postID=8095806576040055170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8095806576040055170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119863702374028005/posts/default/8095806576040055170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiths4zambia.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re leavin&apos; on a JET plane...&quot;'/><author><name>THE SMITH FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10510735759028015495</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></feed>
