Life here is very..."missionary-like" for lack of a better term. We have no electricity or running water. We take baths out of the same basin we wash our clothes in (by hand), and we squat to poop in a hole. To make tea in the morning we have to chop wood to burn, as well as every other meal we make. At night, we sing praises, pray, eat, and do homework to the light of a propane lantern.

Currently the situation is kind of difficult. AMCC has no bank account and therefore no money. Our food is scheduled to run out in 3 days, and the propane lantern just ran out of propane, which means we can hardly see past 6:45 at night.




The money that Mark and I have set aside for an income generating project is now in jeopardy of being spent to pay for current dept and next months food expenses. If we do this, the children will be able to eat for a month or so, but then we'll be back to square 1. Mark and I have been praying for wisdom and guideance on what to do. Please join us!










(There's coal in that thing!)

When we asked John and Nancy how they had been sustained in the past,

they told us many stories of people, companies and churches donating at different times and random blessings of money throughout the last three years. "The Lord will provide. He always has." said John. Wow! These people have been doing this for three years without any continuous income!

(We got them their first soccer ball ever!)


The Lord is good! And he is faithful! We'll be meeting with a man who is working for Bidco, an oil industry who gives food donations to children's homes. Please pray that this meeting goes well and that AMCC would be accepted into their program. We think this would give us enough time to invest in some projects that would help keep AMCC up and going.

(The kids worshiping Kenyan style!)


Also, last week two men were lynched in Thika (where i am now) because of political unrest. There is a group of people who are called Mungiki that are resisting government corruption. Kind of a crazy story but CNN can tell you more about that. AMCC is about a 30min bus ride from here so we're fairly safe out there. Nonetheless, Kenya as a nation and it's political leaders can definitly use prayer as well.

John, Nancy, and the children send their greetings to all of you and are praying for all of their "brothers and sisters in America".

I'll write again in about a week. May the grace and peace of God be with you! Till then...

(Mark trying to catch a zebra, man they're fast!)
Mark and I have been in Kenya for six days now without Mark’s bag! The airline lost it and we made it back to Nairobi today to pick it up! This was an act of the Lord because all matatus (people-crammed ’94 Nissan vans) going back to Nairobi went on strike! In Thika, we found one in a desolate part of town, made it here to Nairobi and finally got Mark’s bag! Praise God!

So many things are different here, even than Thailand. The first night Mark and I stayed at John Gichane’s, a God-fearing, Kenyan man who drills water wells. When we arrived at his house late Thursday evening, a tall man with broad shoulders, wearing a trench coat and carrying a large wooden club, met us just outside the dark green, dented, metal gate and shouted something in Swahili to our taxi driver. When Mark stated we were friends with Bwana (Mr.) Gichane and that we were to stay the night, he let us in.

The Gichane’s were very good to us and quite hospitable. From their house in Nairobi, Mama (not sure what her real name is) John’s wife and their son David drove Mark and I to another town called Niavasha. There, we stayed with Jason and Lesa Hovingh who are fellow Mzungu (white people). They took us to a field about one mile away where we saw zebras, gazelles, water buck, water buffalo, warthogs, and caribou! No lions yet they say they’re near!

After two nights with the Hovinghs, another Kenyan man named Joel, who is also running an orphanage in Niavasha, took us to Gatanga, which is the actual name of the very small village we are staying. Two days before, two men were murdered due to a hi-jacking on the very same road we took! The police stopped us and seemed quite disappointed to find nothing wrong or illegal with Joel, Mark, or me.

(John is the man standing)
Upon arriving at AMCC, John Muhika and five older Kenyans welcomed us. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so honored. They had so many encouraging and thankful things to say in their Mother Tongue, Kikuyu, which John translated for us. They prayed for us and fed us goat meat with rice. We ate on wooden tables and benches in a room with no light but that which came through a plastic covered hole in the ceiling.

(Yumm!)

It was soon after our meal when we discovered that we were staying in the same room with John, which is an 8’x12’ studio. John sleeps on the floor because he insists it is better for his back and Mark sleeps under the bed where he can’t roll over because he also insists that it’s better for his back. My back is fine so I get the bed! Not sure how that worked out. We also discovered that we have no electricity! How fun is that? ;)

Since then we have met four prominent Kenyans involved in the government who have assured our safety. However, we were advised not to tell anyone that we are from America. Hmm? We are to tell anyone who asks, that we are from AMCC. One of the men, the Minister of Parliament for Kenya!! evidently has the power to “sac” or fire anyone in the police department by a simple phone call. He gave us his personal phone number and told us to call him if we had any trouble. I’m not sure if his telling us this information was more or less comforting.

(AMCC is is the building on the far left)

Even so, I have no fear. I’m sure plenty of really bad things could have happened to us already that have not and only because of the grace and goodness of God. It seems He has given us favor with the government though! He is so good to us and there are so many needs here, but we will take things slowly and surely. Love you all! Please remember to pray for us and for God’s direction and instruction. I hope to be writing another update in about a week, Lord willing! Till then…

(Mark and the kids at the well)

Oranges and Updates!

I love when my room smells like oranges. If I have eaten an orange
that day, I will leave and forget all about it and then a few hours
later enter again and the room seems brighter because of the tangy
aroma remaining.















I periodically have these moments where all of a sudden I escape
consciousness and my brain reminds me of the mysterious fact that I am
still in Thailand. Today I realized I have become accustomed to the
chattering of my little brothers and sisters and their Saturday
routines and the chance to be a part of a world that many other
foreigners living here will never taste because of their cultural
isolation. I visited a friend’s apartment today and was so grateful to
be able to share life with twenty people so different than me and not
be able to escape into a self-made mini America. I am guilty however,
of running from the shear shock that results from not understanding,
never being understood and being shouted at in Thai many times a day.
I retreat to coffee shops and western restaurants and my favorite
refuge “the gym” and crawl back reluctantly to my beautiful home that
is never boring or predictable.














The gym is greatly appreciated now because the PM-10 levels are like
almost to 200 in Chiang Mai which means that if I choose to run
outside, my lungs fill up with tiny smoke and pollution particles that
will one day result in cancer. The beautiful mountain that I normally
gaze at while driving to work is currently invisible in the haze.
Don't worry I wear a super stylish surgical mask now and stick to the
treadmill.














I have been here more than six months and I can’t compute the
realization of that amount of time, but in faces, friends and
experiences it could add up to six years. Life is so full here, and
just a daily drive and schedule brings adventure, but I am just as
pleased with the things that have become standard or customary. I no
longer notice the huge billboards of the King everywhere or the
ancient and crumbling walls that pop up randomly around the city and
the vendors of Papaya salad and everything fried lining the streets
are a part of my daily intake. It is like no other feeling to realize
you are becoming a part of another place and are no longer a brief,
outside observer.















In other news, I had a little art time with the kids while I was the
only adult at home the other day and they are learning bits and pieces
of English which is encouraging.















I also got to have a relaxing touristy day with my future Aussie roommate Judy! Here we are riding an elephant!














As to the matter I asked for prayer about, it has turned out to
potentially be one of the neatest opportunities I’ve ever had. In
December I met for coffee with a nurse who works for an organization
called Partners, who do relief and development work with Burmese
internally displaced and refugee ethnic minorities in Myanmar and in
camps along the Thai border. I knew very little about the situation in
Burma and talking with her sparked a huge interest in the matter as
many Thai people are affected by it. Through reading, I learned of the
million people that are being killed and raped and oppressed by their
own government, are fleeing through the jungle and are largely ignored
by the international community who could provide relief. I knew of the
devastating cyclone, but didn’t realize that the dictatorship withheld
aid to its people purposefully for political and intimidation reasons.
I discovered the situation there to be one of the most unjust I have
yet encountered and it is so morally offensive that I felt compelled
to do anything in the work against it. My nurse friend Kath also
turned out to have the job that I think I have wanted all my life and
I groveled at her feet offering to clean toilets or lick envelopes-
anything to learn more and help out. She gave me a short-term
volunteer application and neither one of us expected much to come of
it really.

I filled out the form and with the help of the Holy Spirit, found
myself in the good graces of those in charge and they asked me to come
chat for a little while. Basically, the interview was so encouraging
and they offered many ways that I might get involved. It resulted in a
mini-internship where I am going to get to assist with the community
health directors in some projects they are working on to get health
care to the people of the Shan state who have some of the worst health
statistics in the world and have absolutely no access to healthcare
whatsoever.

I quit my teaching job at CMU in order to be available to go on trips
at the last minute and it was a step of faith as I still don’t really
know what to expect and when I might get to go. I am hoping to
continue to live at the home and serve there as I do not have to pay
rent, since I won’t be earning income working with Partners.

I am asking for prayer for:
- The people of the Shan state and this organization and others would
be used by God to bring hope to the people there
- An opportunity to help with a project coming up in late March, that
I would be a blessing there
- My acceptance into grad school and if and when I should return home
- The children’s home I live in is suffering from the economy and the
loss of many sponsors, that they will be able to pay back loans and
finish building so the kids will have a better place to live
- That I would continue to be diligent in language study as I have
struggled lately
- That I would continue to be a blessing to SALT ministries as
circumstances and people here are still difficult to understand and
relate to

I miss you
all and pray for your lives to be filled with peace and purpose in
Jesus Christ. He is worthy of all praise!

Love,
Maggs

Yeah for a special visitor!

I had another chance to hang out with my boyfriend Nick Jackson for ten days. He got to stop here on his way to Kenya for some R and R before beginning to work in an orphanage there.
We had some good times tagging along with my teaching in Chiang Mai, hanging out with the kids a little, a little rock climbing and some awesome island adventures! Such a huge gift! Thanks God!

The Journey Begins

After two weeks of rest, I'm leaving my love Maggie Talley along with very beautiful and very Asian Thialand tomorrow and will be heading to Kenya! Time here with Maggs has been such a blessing. I am rested and ready to go! Woohoo!

When I get to Kenya I'll meet Mark at the airport in Nairobi where my flight lands. We'll meet up with a Kenyan friend of Mark's and stay in Nairobi for 2-3 days before heading to the orphanage in Gatura. Hopefully we'll be able to buy a guitar and a djembe (drum) so we can make some music when we get there! These things would be a great gift for the kids at AMCC as well.

As soon as we reach Gatura, Mark and I will walk around to become familiar with the territory. We'll try and locate a coffee shop with internet near there so we can communicate with you guys back home! ...Till then!

P.S. Please remember to pray for my and Mark's travels and for a great first impression with John Muhika and the kids! Much Love!

Visit to Om Kuay

I had a really neat weekend that I wanted to share with you all!
I had an opportunity during a break from work to visit a Karen village
west of Chiang Mai in the mountains where the ministry started a
church and helps out a few times a year.













Basically we drove 3 hours to an area called Om Kuay and then took a very discrete dirt road through the mountains to a small village of
about 30 families. They are Karen people who are subsistence farmers
and only obtained some solar electricity a couple years ago and that
only in a few homes. For more info on the Karen people see http://www.joshuaproject.net/peoples.php?rop3=104775.
They have many sub groups within their language but they are one of
the main groups who are oppressed in Burma so there are many refugees
in Northern and Western Thailand as well as in Laos and southern
China, but this particular group has been in Thailand for a few
generations and they are Thai citizens.














The mountains were incredible and the village was the epitome of
idyllic. For your imagination: wooden houses on stilts along a dirt
road, crumpled old women with crimson woven skirts and black teeth,
chickens and cows and dogs roaming, 20 ft tall poinsetta trees lining
the dirt road, smoke rising from wood fires every family and
incredible valleys on each side. On Friday I helped bag food and we
cooked over a wood stove and ate together in the pastor Ajarn Jan's house.
















Saturday was Children's day in Thailand so we did a morning
full of games and snacks and a children's program and in the afternoon
taught about Jesus and they learned the Nativity story to act out.
Saturday afternoon we passed out food and gifts to every family and
presents from Samaritan's Purse and the children were ecstatic to open
notebooks and pajamas.



































Saturday evening was absolutely freezing but
peresverance reigned as neighboring people and villagers gathered for
outreach and to worship Jesus under the stars and around camp fires.
Sunday morning I had the privilege of worshipping with them and I bet
all of us wish we could worship like that everyday! Those same
crumpled old ladies can jump and dance like I have never seen. So much
joy and love for their Savior, please see my pictures to see how much
fun it was.

My role on this trip was basically as the novelty who holds the babies
and oohs and aaahs at all the differentness and everyone tries to
marry me off to their son (i got 2 proposals), but I was floored to
see some of the people I work with serving God in this village. I live
with this guy Eh who I don't really know that well except I know he
hangs out with the boys and drives the truck, but watching him preach
in the Karen language and love the people in this village was awesome!
I already knew Joy was good with kids but this was the best kids' day
I have ever been to! It was just a blessing to me to watch them
minister and made me want to speak THai better. (I did know enough to
reject the marriage proposals though)

I don't know why I get the opportunity to know these people, they are
counted among those who have lost their lives and found a new and
abundant one. PLease pray for people in OM Kuay.

As for little ol' me, I am stil teaching and tutoring and learning
Thai. I tutor this Japanese guy and it is hilarious because he speaks
NO English so I basically dance around and draw pictures for 2
hours.(exhausting!) I can now read about half of Thai writing and can
probably write most of your names! yA!!
I had a great talk with one of my students on friday. I hope it
encourages you all that spend time with international students in the
US because she became a Christian while studying at a high school in
OKlahoma of all places through and international outreach! SHe is 16
and her parents do not let her go to church here but she reads her
Bible and her American host family still plays a huge role in
encouraging her to follow God. It was cool to get to encourage her and
talk before and after class about Jesus!
Also, for all of you- have students from other countries in your homes
and love them and welcome them! (pretend I am a prophet and I am
teling you to do this!)

Okay, please pray for my cute kids, 2 are having skin problems and as
I learn more about their lives my heart breaks for their need. Also, I
have an important meeting on THursday where I might get a chance to do
something I really want to do(I will be less vague if it happens) and
I need your prayers. I also need prayer for loving people and working
through some cultural differences and communications. (I amd not that
good at it).

LOVE and joy and peace to everyone!
Maggs

Hello all! Welcome!

This is my first post ever on my first blog ever! This blog has been created to relate and communicate to you all while I'm away on my first 6-month-mission-trip ever! Whoo hoo! The Lord is good!

Throughout my time in Kenya I will be sending news updates about what the Lord is doing, pictures of all kinds of people and curiosities, and things to pray about all via this blog. So if you're ever interested in what the news is or how you can pray for Mark and I and the 41 kids at the orphanage, or just wanna see some native Kenyans and African culture, visit this blog.

You can also comment, express your concerns, post prayers, give ideas and encouragement etc... on this blog site. PLEASE DO! It will be good to hear from you all while I'm away going through strange emotional times (as the books say) and trying to get ahold of "ki swahili" and the Kenyan culture.

If you're reading this now I can't tell how much I appreciate your support! Thanks for caring and praying! I need it! I don't leave the country until Feb. 10th, but I'll be posting again soon.

Praise be to the one true God whose desire is to feed the orphans all over the world! Praise Him who uses His people to do His will and gives unending joy with peace beyond understanding! The Lord is good!

your brother,

-Nick