In the time we were living in Gaborone, there were special people who regularely came to our gate with crafts they desperately needed to sell. We got to know Filda, a sweet, older Zimbabwean woman, who sold beautiful tableclothes, bedspreads, and woven baskets. She carried the load of merchandise in a large sack on her head...quite a site as she is a small woman! She is the sole provider for her 10 small grandchildren, (her own children have died leaving them to her) and works very hard, walking long distances despite failing eyesight and much physical pain to put food on the table.
She was so sad to hear that we were moving, (Keith's parents also bought from her while they visited) as she could count on our home for a place to rest her feet, have a bite to eat, and sell some things.
She told me that she would come to Maun to visit us. It really isn't much farther than Gaborone from Zimbabwe and I am so thankful for this relationship. We spoke about God's Goodness and she shared through tears that He is the one that gives her the strength to get through such difficult times. I had to agree with her.
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