Kgakgamatso (“KG”) was ejected from a vehicle when she was ten days old. All of the adults in the vehicle, including her birth mom, were killed in the accident, and KG spent the entire night lying on the ground until the accident was discovered some time the next morning. We brought her home from the hospital when she was two months old, and almost immediately we took her to South Africa for medical evaluations. The pediatric neurologist who examined KG gave a bleak prognosis. “You are looking at school for the blind and every kind of therapy known to man,” she said, “and even then, there is a good chance that she will never walk, talk, or see.”
The Botswana government kindly expedited KG's adoption so that we could take her back to the United States and pursue “every kind of therapy known to man.”
Walt Driediger (FMS maintenance specialist) had smelled smoke at the airport before, so he didn't think it was that unusual Monday afternoon, when he walked from the maintenance office into the hangar and smelled smoke. “It was God at work,” said Walt. “He prompted me to go outside and look.” What he saw was a grass fire approaching the hangar. He went back in the hangar and informed the other guys. “Hey, guys! Do you know there's a fire out there?”
Having attended the dedication of our King Air 90 this year I was reminded of other dedications of FM planes I had had the privilege of attending. In 1983 I was present when we dedicated a Cessna 206 named “Lephoi la Pula” which means “The Dove of Blessing”. Dr Alfred Merriweather, our then Patron, did the dedicating. 
Ask almost any Motswana and they will tell you that in the past, people with disabilities were regarded with suspicion and fear (the disability itself was looked at as a curse – literally), and that they were kept hidden away at cattle posts and distant villages. Fortunately, this attitude is changing. It is changing, thanks to people like Mma Seema, a teacher of disabled preschoolers at the Tshimologo Stimulation Centre (TSC) in Francistown.
It was 1930h and we were late. Not only was traffic heavy, it was downright slow - much like my day! Two simple tasks had consumed the spare time I'd hoped for. My husband spent his day lying on the cement hangar floor, removing a landing gear strut. Just 10 simple bolts, but this too took all day. As we parked the car and hurried in, the melody and words, "I worship You, Amighty God, there is none like You..." welcomed us and soothed our spirits. Participants at the Flying Mission (FM) Thursday Night Prayer Meeting are being skillfully led in worship of our Awesome God.
I live in the village of Kumakwane and one day I visited the family of Mr M because he was sick. I knew that the family would benefit from an egg each, so I brought them and explained why to the father whilst the children were standing there. 
During the frosty, dark hours of a winter morning in the Kalahari Desert, a baby boy was born to a young San (Bushman) woman. The birth of a baby in Botswana is a welcome and celebrated event, a triumph for the mother. This mother's joy, however, was mixed with worry and fear. Her tiny son, weighing only one kilogram, had arrived prematurely, 30 days before he was due. 
Located on the banks of a river, The Woodpecker is a popular venue for church and mission events in Gaborone. With green leafy trees lining the river, and buildings scattered through a garden-like setting, it offers an escape from the dust and concrete of the city. At least it used to. As I drove onto The Woodpecker property today, I was astonished and distressed by the lack of vegetation. Drought has taken a terrible toll, and the riverbanks are now barren.
