bot1-1024x575Twenty five years ago we arrived in New Zealand with minds full of plans and possibilities for service to
the Lord in a country where our hearts still remained, Botswana.

More specifically, to a little village called Tshesebe, tucked away in the North East corner near to the Plumb-tree Border Crossing into Zimbabwe. Our plans to return to Tshesebe after a few months' furlough were changed however and we had to make new plans to re-establish ourselves in New Zealand.

Twenty five years later ... Wow! That's half a lifetime and when we think of all that has happened in that time we wonder if there is any room left for more growth. For the Lord has certainly filled those years with wonderful opportunities of service. Although all hope of returning to serve in Botswana had been put aside, here we are twenty five years later.

Well, isn't the Lord's plan so different to ours. We were presented with an opportunity to return to Botswana for a holiday which gave us the means also to find 'closure' about all those dreams we had in the past. So now let's just enjoy the time, re-visit those things we were familiar with, say goodbye, then return to New Zealand and get on with life.

We discovered during our month in Botswana that God can re-kindle even the smallest flame. That dull spark turned into a furnace as we re-visited Tshesebe and prayerfully sought the Lord as to the possibilities. As the Lord restored those old desires He seemed to be telling us that He hadn't finished with us yet in Tshesebe and was re-opening the way.

One year later, almost to the day, we walked through the customs gate at the airport in Gaborone to be greeted by Debbie, the baby we had tried to adopt, now married with a child of her own. And we proceeded through the next week getting ourselves organised for life in the village of Tshesebe.

The drive north was long and hot. But finally we arrived in the late afternoon at our plot and the small white 8x4m oval rondavel we'd called home twenty five years earlier. We cleared an area to erect our tents and settled in for the first night, "Home".

"Hey lekoa (white man) what are you doing there?" seemed to be a reasonable question for the young people to ask. In all our efforts to try to explain, we were more than grateful when a familiar but older face showed up, greeted us and welcomed us back to our village.

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