Monday, January 22, 2018

Where have YOU been?

Hey, we still have a blog! Who knew?

Lord willing, moments of reflection will be afforded over the next few months while we are on Home Assignment and we may actually post a few thoughts on what we’re learning and doing. In the meantime (and since our last post well over a year ago!), we have been utilizing Mailchimp to send out email updates more regularly.

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Newsletter February 17, 2017

Newsletter March 14, 2017

Thank you for praying! March 15, 2017

Is it legal for a man living in Tanzania to be buried in Kenya? March 26, 2017

What’s the best thing about Switzerland? April 10, 2017

What’s the trouble with pet chameleons? April 26, 2017

In Kijabe, when it rains…May 9, 2017

Sharing is Caring…unless it’s the stomach bug. May 24, 2017

Glass half empty or half full? June 6, 2017

Winding downJune 24, 2017

Look who’s 35! July 8, 2017

Moving on…July 11, 2017

What is a missionary’s favorite car? August 3, 2017

Behold, the new has come! August 20, 2017

Praise and prayer update September 7, 2017

What did one autumn leaf say to another? September 23, 2017

New Ministry video! September 30, 2017

Multi-cultural Day! October 27, 2017

Gobble, gobble…November 20, 2017

Puddle jumping v3.0 November 27, 2017

Merry Christmas from the Schmidts December 20, 2017

Praise Update January 22, 2018

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Live to Serve

We live to serve. A phrase I've heard my good friend Kelly say for years and a phrase that the Lord continues to bring to mind as Dan and I transition our roles here at RVA and watch other staff do the same.

I want to live to serve. Not because the work is glamorous or personally fulfilling (though sometimes it is) or even because it lines up with my gifts and abilities, but out of a heart of obedience first. 

We moved here in 2012 in order to serve the children of missionaries, washing the feet of those who bring good news.

We didn't come simply to teach math to missionary children or simply to mentor missionary children, we came for all of it, the whole package, however we can best help wash those feet. Our roles and responsibilities have looked different each year here at RVA, we've worn a number of hats, and this year we take on yet another.


A few weeks ago, we welcomed five new families into our home, those who were bringing their son to RVA for the first time. Those who were bringing their son not only to RVA for the first time, but were prepared to entrust US with him for the next twelve weeks. Over tea, we talked about their ministries and their work and their kids. My job this year is to be a mom to these ten boys in addition to my own three. It's a role I feel extremely inadequate to fulfill, but it's a role we felt the Lord leading us to take on and we live to serve.


Those families stayed with us on their last night and said their see-you-laters to their precious children in our front yard. Four more arrived on flights from Mozambique and Uganda among other places, those who have boarded here before, and we began life as a family of fifteen this term.


We live to serve. We live to serve a risen Savior who asks us to do hard things for His kingdom and His glory.

We live to serve by obediently stepping into roles, sometimes different ones every year, sometimes glamorous roles but mostly not, sometimes center stage roles but mostly not, sometimes personally life-giving roles but mostly not.  And that's OK.  Because it’s not about US and whether what we do here fits into a nice neat box. 

It’s about THE ONE who called us here to do the foot-washing, whatever that may look like, and it will likely look different every year.

May we all learn, as I am in the process of being taught, to do what is asked of us with a willing heart, grateful just for the chance to be a part of the foot-washing.

How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed?  And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news.” Romans 10:14-15

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Passports for Minors (Nairobi Edition)

If you’ve been hanging around our blog for awhile, you may remember a humorous jab we took at ourselves, the red-tape bureaucracy of international travel, and the joys of raising children in general, about 5 years ago.  You can read all about it here.

Well, we’ve done it again.  Expiring every five years, passport renewal appointments for anyone under 18 years of age applies to 3/5 of our clan – that’s twice every decade, folks.  This opens the door for memories to be pasted into the scrapbook of our collective minds, more quality family bonding time, and additional lessons to be learned on the highways and byways of life – or, in this case, Nairobi, Kenya.

Come along with us as we recount our recent tribulation…I mean, triumph.  Join our tribe on the adventure that is lovingly referred to as a necessary evil, one that keeps us legal here in Kenya and allows us to return to the home of Michael Phelps every so often.  Take these statements for what they’re worth (not much) and consider them as you plan your own excursions along the oft-traveled path to the U.S. Embassy in Kenya.

The morning of, pack several compact discs featuring Adventures in Odyssey.  These are vital for maintaining the sanity of any parental chauffer with children under 10.  Alphabet-based competitions are always an fan favorite, along with rousing games of “Count the donkeys, kids” or “How many speed bumps was that?”  Anything to keep the pre-adolescents from constantly touching, tickling, and screaming on your way to stop number 1.

Stop number 1:  PASSPORT PHOTOS.

If you play your cards right, these photos can be processed in less than an hour, giving you ample time to shop for a few necessities, visit a toy store or two, and give your children the opportunity to stretch their legs after the hour-plus journey.  Always remember: YES to pushing the cart and NO to riding the close-to-life-size elephant outside of Nakumatt.  Close encounters with any aquatic life wading in decorative ponds are also encouraged, just not too close. 

When having their passport photos taken, we stumbled upon the sheer genius of letting the photographer do all the verbal correcting.  They’re not likely to listen to your suggestions on appropriate head-tilt anyways, and too many chefs in the kitchen…well, you get the idea.  15-20 minute photo processing is a wonder of the 21st century that we can all agree is a GOOD technological advancement.

passports for minors 2011


Stop number 2:  FOOD.

Yes, the journey thus far has taken you up to the lunch hour; this isn’t suburban Pittsburgh, people.  If there is a food court with the Olympics playing on television, great; take advantage.  Unfortunately, this is somewhat rare (only occurring about 5 times per decade if you count both Winter and Summer Games) so try to plan your passport expiration and renewal needs accordingly.  In our case, we ignored the food court (too many choices for our crew) and went with the can’t miss option nearby:  DOMINO’S PIZZA!!


This choice will likely result in the following:  cheers all around, food everyone loves, bottom-less sodas, and another screen to keep them occupied whilst you enjoy empty calories as a family.  YOU ARE ALL-STAR PARENTS!

Stop number 3:  PARKING.

Those who choose to do proper research ahead of time can largely ignore this “stop” along the way.  For us, however, it was the most exciting leg of the expedition.  Using Google Maps to plot our course, we simply assumed all the nice gentlemen dressed in camo and toting impressive artillery would allow us to settle our car in the Embassy’s main parking lot.  Silly us.  But, if you want to really spice up your trip, try to park there anyways.  They will be very helpful, directing you to turn around and pay for parking somewhere nearby, where you can proceed to enter the grounds on foot. 

As an added bonus, try making an illegal U-turn in such a way that several armed Embassy officers are in plain sight, one of which might sternly direct you to pull to the side, exit your vehicle promptly, and open both the hatch and the boot (hood, for you Americans) in order to inspect the vehicle.  After all, there are terrorists among us.  This will not be a pleasant conversation, and you would do well to implore his forgiveness for this lack of judgement on your part, ensuring him that you only want to get to your appointment at 1:00 (it is now 12:50) so your children can legally depart from his country at some future date. 

Assuming you properly primed your offspring with glucose during stop number 2, you will benefit from constant giggling, wrestling, and other varied shenanigans from your young ones in the back seat during these tense moments with a very upset member of the Kenyan military.  This will serve to increase the anxiety level of your wife, who is sure your mindless highway infraction will result in the incarceration of her husband, and possibly one or two of her children as well.  After all, this is immediately outside the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi, possibly the most highly secured and well-guarded destination in all of East Africa.  THIS is the place you want your kids to be on a sugar-high.  THIS is the place you want to make an illegal U-turn. 

But I digress.

Stop number 4:  PARKING, for real.

After your brief interaction with the authorities, you will likely be shaking, your wife will be boarder-line inconsolable, and your kids will either be crying or dying of laughter simply due to the fact that “Daddy almost went to prison!”  At this point, despite the insatiable curiosity from the back seat concerning, “Why do they all have to carry guns?”, and the time dwindling before you’re late for your appointment, find a LEGAL parking spot already and get on with it!

passport cover

Stop number 5:  EMBASSY SECURITY

U.S. Embassy.  Security.  High (the sugar level in your kids, that is).  Thankfully, your kids might still be cute enough that their outlandish comments and behavior will mostly be overlooked, even smirked at, by the myriad guards and security personnel you will meet over the span of 200 yards or so from the gate to the location of the U.S. Consulate.  Once there, you will breath a sigh of relief, as the woman who hands you your number (like the tag you get a the deli so you know when it’s your turn) directs your children to the play area.  A play area!  You’ll be even more thrilled when another family, similarly distraught and angst-filled due to the privilege of carrying out this task with minors, walks in behind you.  Friends to play with!  This is key.  Make any arrangements necessary to ensure this happens on your trip. 

Stop number 6:  WAITING

As long as your kids don’t start arm-wrestling on the floor with the kids from the other family, you should be fine.  Just wait.  Patience is a virtue, right? If they DO start arm-wrestling, try to remember that nobody cares as much as you, and that everyone else waiting in line is probably grateful for the entertainment (all cell phones and electronic devices were turned in at the 3rd of 12 security stops on your way in, so Facebook and/or Pinterest are non-options).

Yes, there are bathrooms.  Yes, your kids will need to use them at least once each (remember the bottom-less sodas?).  Yes, they are located close enough to the waiting area that everyone will hear EVERYTHING that takes place in those restrooms.  Relax.  It’s almost over. 

passport inside page

Stop number 7:  YOUR NUMBER IS CALLED!

Proceed to the private room where the nice lady helps you process your passport applications.  You have already paid the fee, so the painful part is behind you (cough).  Now it’s just a matter of convincing her that the 5 year old girl sitting on your lap is, in fact, the same girl in the original passport picture at 11 weeks old.  This will likely not happen based solely on your word, so plan to email her several growth photos when you get your electronic devices back later. 

You’ll provide your John Hancock in a few spots, you’ll be told that you can pick up the renewed passports at a time and place that is inconvenient for you, and you will walk out of that little room just a little happier than when you entered it.  Now your reply to “Can you go now?” will be “Yes, my love, of course we can”, instead of the hushed, harsh, and repeated response of, “Would you just sit STILL!?!” 

Remember, you’re a good parent and your children are angels. 

Stop number 8:  RETURN to KIJABE

Open the windows, crank the tunes/Odyssey episode, and please plan on bringing snacks.  Your children will try to convince you that they’ve experienced a minor famine over the past three hours and might not be able to carry on (try to be understanding – the crash after a sugar high can be rough on the little ones).


Stop number 9:  HOME

You did it!  With any luck, you’ll soon be granted legal passage for your minors to and from all sovereign nations of the world!*  Well done, brave soul.  For another five years, you can relax and watch your children grow.**  Reassure yourself that the next time you are tasked with this objective, it will almost certainly be easier.*** 

That’s it – thanks for reading!  Feel free to email the U.S. Embassy today and get started on your own adventure. ****

*Travel visas and airfare expenses NOT included.
**Please remember to take pictures of your children from time to time in case you need photographic evidence that they are, in fact, still the same children 5 years later.
***This is not likely to be the case, but you can fool yourself into thinking so.
****DO NOT email the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi (unless, of course, you are residing in Kenya when you need to renew your U.S. passport)

Saturday, July 23, 2016

All things NEW

Last Thursday was RVA’s Commencement Ceremony.  For our family, it marked the ending and beginning of many aspects of our lives here in Kenya. 



Class of 2016 – We will miss the smiling faces of the class we’ve come to know and love these past four years.  God has big things in store as they literally spread from here all around the globe this week.  This is, of course, a significant beginning for them as well.  College for many, gap years for a few, military service, work, and many other “firsts” await these young people, just after they’ve wrapped up so many “lasts” here at Rift Valley Academy.


House #832 – Our little white house has been a wonderful home for us since we arrived in August of 2012.  Many memories and transitions, laughter and tears were shared within those four walls.  DSCN4709
Relationships – We’ve said hard goodbyes before.  It turns out they don’t get any easier just because you’re a veteran.  Tear-filled embraces were shared and gut-wrenching farewells were given this past week as our best friends left RVA to step into the next chapter in their lives.  As hard as it was to see them go, we are confident this isn’t really an ending, just an adjustment; a turning of the page, as our student commencement speaker so eloquently noted.  God is still God.  We are still His children.  Nothing can tear us out of His hands or from His family around the globe.





Classes of 2029, 2027, 2026, 2025, 2024, and 2023 – These are the RVA graduating classes that will soon be represented in our home (our three included).  11 bundles of pre-adolescent male potential and kinetic energy will soon be added.  By the end of August, our home will be multi-colored, multi-lingual, and multi-cultural!  New smiling faces, new adventures, new joys and pains, and lots of NOISE.  By God’s grace and through your prayers will we enter this new chapter of mentoring young men to His glory.

An appropriate wall decal in the dining room.

Tembo Dorm, #812 – We have now moved across the campus and up the hill (we’re convinced it’s 10 degrees cooler up here!).  New digs at a new elevation, complete with new neighbors, new roles, and new brothers!  Pray for our family, and their families, as we anticipate their arrival in a few short weeks.


NEW Relationships – A whole new batch of RVA-ers arrives in the coming weeks.  Dorm parents, teachers, administrators, project managers, moms and dads, sons and daughters.  Some returning, some brand new, all excited about the ministry opportunities that await them.  Pray for good transitions and a welcoming spirit by those of us receiving them. 

NEW Video – Check out our newest video, created by us thanks to a request by Alden Mennonite Church’s VBS this past week.

NEW Website – Check out RVA’s newly updated website – see if you can find any of us in the pictures :)

NEW Life – Pray with us as we grieve from across the ocean.  Two solid Christian men, dear friends of ours, and pillars at First Presbyterian Church in Beaver, PA, entered into the Lord’s presence earlier this month.  Lift up the Maize and the James families as they settle into life without Ian and Tom.  Praise God with us as we find comfort in knowing their eternal resting place, worshipping His glorious name, face to face, for all eternity. 


NEW lessons from an old truth:

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong
2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Too many times I desperately want to be better, to perform, to measure up, to be the best, to figure it out and overcome obstacles in my own strength.  God has been gently and consistently reminding me how, and in what state, He chooses to use His people.  His glory will be made manifest, His power will be on display, His greatness will be shown to the nations, if only His children will get out of the way and let Him do it.  He still desires to use me, but only in the depths of my weakness, when my need for Him is real.

Right now, amidst all the changes, the goodbyes, and the new challenges ahead, I am keenly aware of my need for Him. 

I guess this is exactly where He wants me.

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