All week long we had talked and planned our 2nd camping trip to Prayer Rock. The kids were so excited and so was I. Getting off the 30-acre compound and out of the routine of life here is always a joy. Upon arriving to the campsite we immediately saw the herd of Fulani cows at the bottom of the mountain. Lenny, the kids, and our visitors went to go ahead and trekked up the hill. Lenny and I decided letting our two dogs out was not going to be wise. I returned back to the compound to take the dogs home and on my way back I saw 3 more Fulani men heading for prayer rock on a motorcycle. It was dusk so I immediately knew they were heading to camp for the night.
When I returned, minus the dogs, sure enough, all the Fulani men had posted up camp at the bottom of the rock. I knew that the situation was not the best and needed to consult locals to see what their thoughts were on us camping with the Fulani so close. One phone call was all I needed as a friend asked us to leave immediately. We packed up everything we had put together, tents, coolers, chairs etc etc. Once home I called my friend back to question his advice. He advised me we had no interpreter and Fulani don’t understand English. He said that it would only take one misunderstanding between the two camps due to the language barrier and violence could break out. He also advised that even the calm Fulani are known for their thievery and it wasn’t wise to sleep through the night with such a temptation for them only steps away.
We were all so disappointed. Just another time we try at planning something fun for our family to be together and it doesn’t work out. I tried to make the best of it for the kids and we made s’mores in the oven and I promised pancakes in the morning. The s’mores were wonderful but the morning revealed we had no flour for pancakes and of course there is no grocery store or Bisquick available, HAHA!
As the morning went on it was time for church and we realized our DVD collection of sermons were finished. We had watched them all. Internet was 5 bars and 3G so we thanked God and started streaming a sermon. It lasted only about 10 minutes and then the buffering stopped. Everyone knows what that means. Stop and go, stop and go of the worship music and sermon. “God really! We just want to worship you! Why are you making this so difficult? We wanted a little family time last night and a little time with you this morning. Is that too much to ask? Can we please get a break?”
There is so many times like today that I just want to close up shop and stop trying. I just want to eat a bowl of sugar, go to bed, and loose myself in a book for hours. I am so spoiled rotten. Just because I didn’t get to go camping and the Internet didn’t work I am depressed and frustrated. I live in Africa and am surrounded by people with no food, no clothes, no education, poor health and a faith that is only skin deep. What am I complaining about? I am so selfish! It was then I realized that I have let Satan trick me again. Trick me into not seeing his handy work pushing at my buttons. Pushing at exhaustion, boredom and a sense that I deserve everything b/c I am serving the Lord in Africa. He so easily swindles his way in through my circumstances and tries to get me down. Does he do that to you? Does he know your buttons and push them? I read somewhere that we should be proud to know that Satan tries to push our buttons because he doesn’t care about anyone unless they are important to God…unless they are a threat to him. I don’t know how I feel about that? I do know that I am grateful today for recognizing the true culprit in the last 48hrs of my life. I am capturing my thoughts and throwing them out. Satan will not win this battle today! Don’t let him win one over on you either!

The Miles Hotel opened June 1st 2016 when Southeast Christian members and friends Joe and Wyatt Brown, Payton Sheeran, and Nadia Miles arrived. Joe and Wyatt served in construction and HIV outreach for almost two weeks. Payton served with C.A.R.E. Africa for one month. Nadia was our jack of all trades for two months serving as meter maid, reading teacher, inventory clerk, babysitter, pen cleaner, AWANA helper, and brochure stamper. Having a full house for the past two months has had its ups and downs. We’ve laughed a lot and also wanted to hurt each other a few times. We had no clue that God might be preparing our hearts and minds for something so much bigger.
Nick and Katie Riddle, two fellow missionaries have been fostering three C.A.R.E. Africa kids. (See their story by clicking on
The Miles Hotel is once again full. We have three new beautiful faces that are teaching us so much about Nigerian culture while my kids are teaching them about Nutella, sorry Nick and Katie. I have tasted Golden Malt, rice and palm oil, and laughed till my belly hurts when Testimony says the funniest things. I know we are still in the honeymoon stage but these kids are the sweetest. Katie and Nick have done an amazing job at parenting. My kids and the Riddles kids have always been friends, after this experience I believe the bond will be more like brothers and sisters. It will be a relationship that lasts a lifetime no matter where in the world they all are.
Thank you Lord for unexpected bumps in the road. We grow closer to you as we jump over them. Please pray for Nick and Katie as they seek God’s wisdom in next steps for their family. If you would like to support them in their next Egbe term either one time or monthly, they could use your help as their family has grown. Click
After 5 years of amazing donations and 18 containers shipped, our warehouse had an overwhelming amount of leftovers from projects and give aways. We wanted to find a strategic and fair way to get rid of the items. It was suggested that we have a yard sale, (Bonanza Sale is the African term). C.A.R.E. Africa volunteered to organize the event. We would sell the items way below cost so everyone could afford to buy something and the proceeds would be split 50% to the hospital benevolent fund and 50% to C.A.R.E. Africa. We passed flyers out and alerted churches. We prayed we could sell everything and not have to bring anything back to the warehouse.
We showed up at The True Vine Collection store to set up outside in the car park area at 9:30am with the goal of opening at 10am. We were mobbed by people that did not stop coming and coming until 1 hour later when all the goods were sold. It was crazy and the C.A.R.E. Africa team was exhausted. Our day of rest turned out to be a day of caos. We will definitely do things differently for our next Bonanza sale but all in all it was a success. It was a success because our crazy Saturday morning brought joy to one Egbe community member Monbo. Monbo is a mother with 6 kids, two of which are members of
C.A.R.E. Africa. She has had a grinder for years, grinding peppe and other local foods for the town. Her grinder has broke many times over the past few years and the cost to fix it was getting too much and she had been left with now work. With the 50% proceeds that C.A.R.E. received from the sale Monbo was empowered through a new grinding machine.
“…give me neither poverty nor riches! Give me just enough to satisfy my needs. For if I grow rich, I may deny you and say, “Who is the Lord?” And if I am too poor, I may steal and thus insult God’s holy name.” Proverbs 30:8-9
Coming back to the states I experienced somewhat of a small culture shock. While I knew I would miss the people of Egbe, Nigeria, I did not expect to miss living in their culture. I missed living simply and being in Africa. My thoughts coming back were not “I am so thankful for all the things I have here,” but “why do we need all this excess stuff?” While I am thankful for the things I have, my eyes were opened to all we have in America that we do not need. While the people in Nigeria live simply with enough, or less than enough, we in America live in excess with way more than enough. Do we really need a fast food place on every corner? Do we really need 100+ options for cereal?! And shampoo? And soap? And everything else with our many options? We have so much in America. Everything seems to be accessible, right at our fingertips. But instead of making me grateful, this makes me sad.
A big part of Nigeria is greetings. You greet everyone you pass, whether you know them or not. Whether it is saying “good morning,” “good afternoon,” “good evening,” “you are welcome,” or “well done,” everyone is greeted and everyone will greet you. In America you are lucky to get a smile from someone who passes by you. Though it is not always that people are trying to be rude or insincere, we are just too wrapped up in our own worlds to even notice the people around us.
Now am I saying that the culture of America is all bad and Nigeria is all good? No, of course not. There are good parts of each culture and things that could improve within each culture. I also am not saying that the solution to America’s excess is to just give a bunch of stuff and money to Africa so that they can have more than enough too. In fact, I do not believe that “more than enough” should even be the goal. I think a better goal is for all places to have enough. Not more than; not less than; just enough. But how do we obtain this? This problem is one that has existed for centuries and I know that it is bigger than me. It most likely will not be solved in my lifetime. But there are changes we can make. Instead of enabling, by just giving stuff and money, we can empower. Empower by sending and supporting missionaries. Empower by teaching the Nigerians in a way that they will not have to depend on us—in a way that they will learn and then be able to teach others. And then let them teach us. Let us be empowered by their culture. Let us learn how to be more welcoming—to slow down and notice the people around us. To live more simply. To strive for “enough” instead of “more than enough.” The goal is not to force the Western culture on Nigeria—or anywhere. From what I’ve seen—in the selfishness and shallowness—the Western culture should never be the goal. We can learn from the Nigerians—through the way the live in their culture, and they can learn from us. Though this is all more easily said than done, if we each start in our own worlds and our own mission fields—some in our very backyards–it is one small step that can begin to make a difference.
























































