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“Moms In Action” is a ministry of love & service to the King's School West Rand's family in Christ. It consists of a group of mommies who wish to serve their children & school in the areas of prayer & support. MIA is a ministry which offers each of us an opportunity to serve and work as unto the Lord and as a group of moms we contribute towards making the King's School a great place for our children to be.
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Chairlady : Melanie Botes
Assistant Chairladies:
Preschool : Corné de Jager
Foundation Phase : Ezette Adao
Intermediate Phase : Debbie Bevan
High School : Janna Holiday
Secretary : Patrizia (Trys) Schwartz
Caring With Meals Co-ordinator : Debbie Harvey
Prayer Coordinator : Sharon Badenhorst
Staff Gifts : Ezette Adao
Preschool
| Grade | Teacher (Birthday) | Class Moms & Assistant Class Moms (Child) |
| RR | Liezl Bagott (11/3) | Class Mom : Madeleine Wheatcroft (Taylor) Assistant(s) : Romy Maré (Demi) |
| RR | Fatima Bettencourt (10/4) | Class Mom : Doreen Greathead (Lachlan) Assistant(s) : Janet Young (Skyla) |
| R | Erika Delport (8/22) | Class Mom : Elaine le Roux (Ethan) Assistant(s) : Sarah Stay (Bronwyn)
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| R | Margie Main (9/26) | Class Mom : Linda Kapembeza Assistant(s) : Ruda Gutura (Perpetual)
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| R | Cassel de Almeida (1/21) | Class Mom : Claire Baker (Rachel) Assistant(s) : |
Foundation Phase
| Grade | Teacher (Birthday) | Class Moms & Assistant Class Moms (Child) |
| 1 | Leanda Duffield (5/18) | Class Mom : Kathy Bigham (Calvin) Assistant(s) : Lisa Wendt (Connor) |
| 1 | Claire Frith (3/26) | Class Mom : Janna Holiday (Joshuwa) Assistant(s) : Carol Day (Cameron) |
| 1 | Mercia Swanepoel (5/1) | Class Mom : Belinda Struwig (Jason) Assistant(s) : Xrissy Lombard (Joshua) |
| 2 | Annelie Groenewald (10/13/2009) | Class Mom : Nicci Clausen (Callan) Assistant(s) : Lauren Johnson (Amy) |
| 2 | Annalie van Staden (8/4) | Class Mom : Patrizia Schwartz (Misha) Assistant(s) : Megan Middleton (Reece) Janet Young (Christopher) |
| 2 | Angela Goodwin (9/3) | Class Mom : Danae Issel (Zachary) Assistant(s) : Beverly Henning (Connor) |
| 3 | Brenda Mostert (7/9) | Class Mom : Ezette Adao (Joshua) Assistant(s) : Corné de Jager (Anneli) |
| 3 | Bronwyn Forsyth (4/21) | Class Mom : Sharon Möhlen (Dylan) Assistant(s) : |
Intermediate Phase
| Grade | Teacher (Birthday) | Class Moms & Assistant Class Moms (Child) |
| 4 | Hanlie Swart (12/27) | Class Mom : Sharon Badenhorst (Gabriel) Assistant(s) : Madeleine Wheatcroft (Connor) |
| 4 | Ethel Fouche (6/14) | Class Mom : Debbie Tully (Devan) Assistant(s) : |
| 5 | Melanie Koopman (8/12) | Class Mom : Elmarie Wannenburg (Adrian) Assistant(s) : Melanie Botes (Ricci) |
| 5 | Mel van Rooyen (9/30) | Class Mom : Debbie Bevan (Braedene) Assistant(s) : Sharon Möhlen (Logan) |
| 6 | Judy Potgieter (2/1) | Class Mom : Tracey Heroldt (Kieren) Assistant(s) : Sheila Kennedy (Travis) Nicci Clausen (Cameron) |
| 6 | Robyn Cloete (6/15) | Class Mom : Beverly Nortje (Keegan) Assistant(s) : |
| 7 | Kerri Forsyth (5/29) | Class Mom : Lorette Janse van Rensburg (Henning) Assistant(s) : |
| 7 | Chantelle Swanepoel (7/3) | Class Mom : Patrizia Schwartz (Jesse) Assistant(s) : Lorette Janse van Rensburg (Henning) |
High School
| Grade | Teacher (Birthday) | High School Contact Moms (Child) |
| 8 | Adélle Schoeman (11/12) | Sharon Badenhorst (Amy) |
| 8 | Kathy D'Oliveira Kruz (3/3) | Cidalia Parker (Sinead) |
| 8 | Sanja van den Berg (7/21) | |
| 9 | Cecilia Schutte (Lanie) (7/23) | |
| 9 | Chrissie Nolte (9/28) | Stephanie Meadows (Savannah) |
| 9 | Garth D'Oliveira Kruz (7/7) | Liz Dunlop (John) |
| 10 | Dianne van der Westhuizen (5/25 | |
| 10 | Holly Thomas (12/18) | |
| 11 | Ladiné Joubert (5/18) | |
| 11 | Lourentia Mostert (2/1) | |
| 12 | Vivienne Janse van Rensburg (11/19) | Natalie Thackwray (Jason) |
| 12 | Wilna le Roux (1/8) |
You may also email our secretary at MammaMIA.Kings@gmail.com should you require further information.
Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.
He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my dad wouldn't let go."
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.
The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack.
That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.
Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.
Never judge another persons scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages without forwarding them to someone else.
Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them too ~~~~~ enough to not let them go.
Let them know you care.
Blessings,
Trys
One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't "anymore". No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say"I love you."
So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage......And old cars... And children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.
Life is important, like people we know who are special.. And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way... Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it, if you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.
Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile J can do. And just in case I'm gone tomorrow.
I LOVE YA!!!
Live today because tomorrow is not promised..
Blessings
Trys