Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Ron Haverkamp, My Dad






Thank you so much to all of you who have been praying for our family. My dad, Ron Haverkamp, died on Saturday night, and is now with Jesus. We are very sad to say goodbye to him, but we are also truly celebrating his new life with Christ. When I think of my dad, I picture him playing his guitar, and I imagine he's doing that now in heaven, learning new songs and praising God.

My dad loved music; he played guitar and the keyboard and it was his favorite way to relax. He enjoyed golf and movies. He also had a real gift for making people feel at home and feel welcome. Whether grilling some ribs or handing you a bowl of ice cream, he always wanted to make sure you were comfy and happy. Dad was a real goof ball, a fun daddy and grandpa. He was devoted to his family and we look forward to being reunited with him someday. My very very favorite picture of all time of my dad is the one in the middle of the group of pictures - it's of my dad and brother when my bro was just a sweet little guy. We were visiting some of my parents' friends and they had a pool, and of course we were having a great day; it's one of my fondest memories.

We love you, Dad, and we are really going to miss you!!! Thank you for everything! We'll be seeing you.

Please continue to pray for our family, especially my mom, as we mourn my dad. The burial is Wednesday, next week.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Bible Club Update

One of the ministries of ACTION International is Bible Clubs, and I (Tricia) pretty recently started a Bible Club back up at Ciyanjano. Though we had to cut it short because of my early departure to the States, we were able to set up a party for the Club in April for after I had left. Here are a few pictures of the party they had. We had a few guest teachers help out my assistant, Judy, and our grounds supervisor, Jailos Sakala in putting on a fun and educational day for the kids. Just look at those gorgeous little faces! Please continue to pray with me for these kids and for the start-up of the Club when I return to Ciyanjano at the end of our home stay.





Saturday, May 11, 2013

You Can't Go Home Again

And I thought leaving home was hard!

It turns out that this homecoming is much harder. In fact, this homecoming is the hardest thing that Kelly and I have ever done in our entire life together. Really, these past couple of months have been the hardest thing I've ever been through.

I'm not saying that because I want y'all to feel sorry for me, or to hear some collective "awww, sad" response from all my loved ones out wandering the interWeb. I'm writing this because people keep asking us how we are adjusting and I'm thinking "adjusting... to what?!?!"

Do you mean adjusting to missing Zambia? Or to parenting three kids who are all going through some kind of hellish transition that will continue for months on end? Or the amazing grocery stores I keep going into? Do you mean adjusting to my dad already looking dead but not actually being dead? Do you mean finally seeing friends I've been longing to see but have the pleasure stripped from that because I'm so tired and emotionally wacked out that I don't even know how to act like a human being right now?

And I know that even right now I am probably being super inappropriate just writing this blog!!!! But I'm writing this because with everything going on with us, I actually feel guilty being off the grid for too long. I keep thinking we have to keep everyone in the loop. Yes, that's nuts. I'm nuts. I know that I belong to Christ... but in some weird way I feel sometimes like I belong to everyone else too.

So, how are we adjusting? Probably not all that well. But in my weakness, God is strong. I know that this is the groaning Paul talks about in Romans and that the Holy Spirit himself is groaning with me and interceding for me in line with what God wants for me. Please also continue to pray for us as we walk this path that is laid out before us. Please pray that we would be faithful to Him who died so that we would live. Pray that we would be a blessing to all the people we come across and not just an emotional hurricane or otherwise awkward encounter...


Romans 8:22-27
We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.