Supporting My Mission Work in Africa

Several friends have asked me how they can donate to my work in Africa. Seeing as, unlike Prince Harry, I am not currently planning a polo match to support my charity (not ruling it out, just not this summer!), the easiest way to give to my work in Africa is to donate to "The Diocese of Virginia" with "Amy Millican - Mission Fund" in the memo.

You can send donations to PO Box 852, Alexandria, VA 22313.

Of course, this is tax deductible! Thank you!!!

Sometimes the best course of action is no action at all

I must sing the praises of Capitol Travel Medicine and Georgetown University Center for Infectious Diseases - THEY ROCK!!!

Long story short...when I returned home, I had what I thought were misquito bites on my legs. One would not heal. I tried everything. Hydrogen perioxide and neosporan every day. Repeatedly.

Well....upon advice of a very wise retired MD, I went to have "eyes look on it, who know what they are seeing."

Two doctors' visits and blood work later....basically, I had either a bite from some strange African bug, or thorns or nettles had irritated my leg. In either case, I was making matters worse! Yes...by repeatedly putting so much anti-bacterial on my leg, I wouldn't heal.

Following Georgetown University's Center for Infectious Diseases advice to not do anything, my leg is beginning to heal.

So, sometimes the best course of action is NO action!

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Singing!

Hope this works...I have more videos from Africa!

Enjoying the journey

I woke up this morning thinking about the space we inhabit and where we decide to place ourselves. Being blessed with a wonderful husband, I feel loved, safe, and completely comfortable in our home. Our “perfect puppy” demands my attention and allows me to hug and love on him to my heart’s content – though sometimes insisting my hand be used for petting and not typing.

And, I love Old Town. I love our neighbors and I deeply love our church.

Yet, somehow I managed to leave half my heart in Africa.

One of my acquaintances has challenged me as to why Africa. Why not Brazil? Or India? Had I forgotten about Tibet? And, other than the simplistic, truthful answer of it is where God has called me, I have no intellectual answer.

I do know I am relishing in, loving and so excited about the journey….the destination will take care of itself. God will get me there and in the process, I am enjoying each step of the way.