Pitch. It can be a noun or a verb, black tar or to throw a baseball, for singing or the movement of a ship. This word describes my present state. I have been thrown a pitch that could be black or brilliant. It could prove that I can sing or it could move me where I don't want to be. I was not ready for the pitch by any means, in fact it hit me in the back of my head. I am still dizzy with confusion and not sure what direction is forward. The definition is still to be determined. Here is what it is not....
It is not going to define me before it changes me. This pitch can be learned and learned from. Some people have to learn everything the hard way. I've never thought of myself as one of those people but that does not mean I am unbreakable. I get bruised and beaten the same...the key is to know who the Coach is and hear His voice. When I choose to go my own way, that's when the pitch turns black....that's when I get tossed overboard to drown, never resting...that's when the wild ball hits and I am unprepared.
There is one type of pitch that can bring joy to others and healing to the soul. Just like singing or having a voice, it is a gift. But this pitch can be elusive and not easily attainable. The desire to attain it may not be enough to overcome all of pitfalls along the way. The Coach knows the best way to learn your pitch and is the only One worthy to lead you there.There will be many voices around you telling you what you should and shouldn't do, think, or feel. The Opposition wants us to stay down when we get dizzy and never see the light. But there is good news! My Coach has never left my side. He knew the pitch before I did. He has trained my mind and heart to be ready when the time came. It was unexpected so I was hurt, but now I can choose to pursue brilliance, and my perfect pitch. My perfect pitch may not look that way on the outside and I may not see it for awhile. That's part of my definition. A refining of my character, perseverance, and faith.
For some reason I felt the need to write this in a metaphorical terms, so I hope I still conveyed everything in an understandable way. I also hope that this will encourage someone else who is facing trials. It is temporary. Our heavenly Father, our Mentor, our Redeemer, our Coach, has the best for His children. As I learned tonight in our reading of Proverbs 16, verse 9 states: "In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." So as I seek God, I am also seeking my life and what he has in store - no worry involved.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Power of a Prayer
I am past the halfway point of my last fall in school...ever. That is difficult to comprehend still. This blog has been going off and on for 3 years now and I've learned a lot in that time. Today I am reminded of the power of a prayer, also the title of a Matthew West song. The song reminded me that I am not to worry about anything because I can hand over everything to God with just a prayer. One of the best things about prayer is that it can change the person who prays and it can change the person it is about. Over the summer and during all my travels, I know that people are praying for me because I asked them to. But I am confident and can feel that people pray for me during the school year as well. Otherwise I would not make it through. Whenever I feel overwhelmed that's what turns things around and gives me another perspective. Try it and see. It does not have to be full of formal terminology, just your heart. The freedom that follows is more satisfying than any other choice I make on earth. Another piece of the power comes in action....living changed. That is easier said than done and its why prayer is a spiritual discipline.
So to those who pray for me, thank you for helping me grow and teaching me the power of a prayer. May we all use this valuable tool to "be the change we want to see in the world".
So to those who pray for me, thank you for helping me grow and teaching me the power of a prayer. May we all use this valuable tool to "be the change we want to see in the world".
Friday, September 7, 2012
On my Mind, In my Heart
Friday, September 7
I have just completed my second week of my last year of school. Never knew that I would be here. Here in Abilene, TX, here in graduate school. Lots of things have been on my mind recently. Questions about my future seem to spark other thoughts about the world at large and my place in it all. Bear with me as I attempt to write about some of these things.
In no particular order, the political stirrings for the upcoming election, my babies in Zambia, friends leaving, and what to do when I graduate all play a role. I really have never cared for politics, but it is a topic that I have always talked to my Dad about. He is my role-model for many things and voting for government officials is one of them. My Dad listens to both "parties" and then being led by the Spirit makes his decisions. That should not be a surprise to anyone, because that's the way his whole life is. And that's the way yours and mine should be as well. If we ask God to be involved in and guide our other decisions, what makes voting any different. I have come to realize that no one man can change America. It takes all of us. That day may never come where we can all be united for a cause because greed has entered the world. I daily remind myself of who owns the world and that this is not my home anyway. I could go more into depth about religion v. politics, politics v. government, but I do not care to debate about it.
Everything has a connection in my brain. Politics makes me think about the other places in the world that I have been. The governments there, the people it affects, why I love that country and God's teachings about everything. I have been reading Isaiah. I am no Bible scholar, but a prophesy is something that is to happen in the future, good or bad. The people of Israel were told many times about turning their hearts to God. When they would cry out He would help them, but He truly wanted a relationship with His people. It was their choice to turn away all those years. I see many parallels in our country today. There were times of good kings and bad kings (good government/bad government). I may not be articulating all of this well, but it does tell you what rolls around in my head. Coming back this summer from Zambia and Peru, I was changed. It was this week that I found out that a third baby that I worked with had passed away. My heart was not prepared this time. My life is abundantly rich compared to these babies, but that doesn't mean they are any less deserving of a long, healthy life. Remember what I said at the beginning of this post, that I never thought I would be here...I am thankful now for each and every moment.
Last night I looked at all the babies faces again as I talked with some friends of mine. They would always be frozen in time at that age and that state of being. My heart still overflows with hope for those that remain and joy for the time I was able to spend with them. That leads into my friends leaving Abilene. I was born and raised here. Went to four years of college and two years of grad school here. So I have seen many people come and go, always wishing that I could freeze those years as well. God has a purpose and a plan for each person. He knows who and what I need, when I need it and His timing is perfect. So whether He calls me to a job here in Abilene, in Texas, in the U.S., or somewhere else in the world, I will be taken care of. I trust that friends will arise and relationships will form as they always have. He will use my gifts for His glory whatever the circumstance, as long as I choose love Him with all my heart.
Hope this was encouraging to someone even though it was my thoughts. Remember who you are and whose you are!
I have just completed my second week of my last year of school. Never knew that I would be here. Here in Abilene, TX, here in graduate school. Lots of things have been on my mind recently. Questions about my future seem to spark other thoughts about the world at large and my place in it all. Bear with me as I attempt to write about some of these things.
In no particular order, the political stirrings for the upcoming election, my babies in Zambia, friends leaving, and what to do when I graduate all play a role. I really have never cared for politics, but it is a topic that I have always talked to my Dad about. He is my role-model for many things and voting for government officials is one of them. My Dad listens to both "parties" and then being led by the Spirit makes his decisions. That should not be a surprise to anyone, because that's the way his whole life is. And that's the way yours and mine should be as well. If we ask God to be involved in and guide our other decisions, what makes voting any different. I have come to realize that no one man can change America. It takes all of us. That day may never come where we can all be united for a cause because greed has entered the world. I daily remind myself of who owns the world and that this is not my home anyway. I could go more into depth about religion v. politics, politics v. government, but I do not care to debate about it.
Everything has a connection in my brain. Politics makes me think about the other places in the world that I have been. The governments there, the people it affects, why I love that country and God's teachings about everything. I have been reading Isaiah. I am no Bible scholar, but a prophesy is something that is to happen in the future, good or bad. The people of Israel were told many times about turning their hearts to God. When they would cry out He would help them, but He truly wanted a relationship with His people. It was their choice to turn away all those years. I see many parallels in our country today. There were times of good kings and bad kings (good government/bad government). I may not be articulating all of this well, but it does tell you what rolls around in my head. Coming back this summer from Zambia and Peru, I was changed. It was this week that I found out that a third baby that I worked with had passed away. My heart was not prepared this time. My life is abundantly rich compared to these babies, but that doesn't mean they are any less deserving of a long, healthy life. Remember what I said at the beginning of this post, that I never thought I would be here...I am thankful now for each and every moment.
Last night I looked at all the babies faces again as I talked with some friends of mine. They would always be frozen in time at that age and that state of being. My heart still overflows with hope for those that remain and joy for the time I was able to spend with them. That leads into my friends leaving Abilene. I was born and raised here. Went to four years of college and two years of grad school here. So I have seen many people come and go, always wishing that I could freeze those years as well. God has a purpose and a plan for each person. He knows who and what I need, when I need it and His timing is perfect. So whether He calls me to a job here in Abilene, in Texas, in the U.S., or somewhere else in the world, I will be taken care of. I trust that friends will arise and relationships will form as they always have. He will use my gifts for His glory whatever the circumstance, as long as I choose love Him with all my heart.
Hope this was encouraging to someone even though it was my thoughts. Remember who you are and whose you are!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Machu Piccu and Beyond
Final installment of my summer 2012...
Once our time in Lima was complete, some of the group went home and others went to Machu Piccu. I was really excited to be in the second group! We flew to Cusco and stayed there. Upon arriving I was not feeling too well due to the extreme altitude change...Lima is at sea level and Cusco is at 10,000 feet...but after sleeping all afternoon in a comfy bed, I was ready to explore.
I may or may not have mentioned the unique foods that I tried in Peru. Ceviche and alpaca were two of them. The first is a raw fish that is marinated in lemon juice and the alpaca is related to a llama, a meat without cholesterol. We were also able to finish our shopping in Cusco as well as a beautiful street market in Pisaq. Unlike the markets in Zambia, these shop keepers are willing to bring down the price and only sell you the item that you ask about. No stress for this buyer!
After finally getting our bearings, we were leaving again for the ruins of Machu Piccu. To get there you must take a train down to a town called Aguas Calientes at 6,000 feet, then take a bus on switchbacks up to 8,000 feet. Too much change at once is hard for the body. Despite that, we were all extremely thrilled to see this place that we had only seen in books. Out tour guides gave lots of information and took good care of us. My group went up onto the peak that overlooks the ruins first, then made our way down into them. Look at my pictures on Facebook. It was uncharacteristically warm that day and I did not dress correctly, but it was still worth it. There is one peak that they only let 400 people climb a day. The oldest person that our tour guide took up there was 82 years old...my sister and I want to go on my 83 birthday...haha! It will probably happen before that day but oh well.
At long last, it was time to return back to the U.S. or at least we thought. There is only one United flight that leaves Lima for Houston. Once our plane arrived that night, the rumored "strike" came across as a dud fuel filter in our plane. Four hours later, after waiting/sleeping in the terminal, the attendants told us that we needed to leave and come back tomorrow. Another 2 hours later, we were watching the sun come up as we stood in line for hotel vouchers and food vouchers. That was the least they could do for all the trouble. But wait...there's more. We had to figure out how to get to the Sheraton. A charter bus came to pick us up:
Problem 1: It was very old and should have retired.
Problem 2: Not enough luggage space
Problem 3: Not enough seats
Problem 4: As it pulled out of the parking lot with all but 10 people on it, it dropped its transmission never making it out the gate and everyone had to pile off again.
Now it was just funny!
We finally got into taxis (the VIP taxis if I'm not mistaken) and made it to the hotel (quite an accomplishment in Lima traffic). Running on naps that we took in the terminal and the taxi, we ate and fell into our beds. Whew! Never wish to do that part again.
The rest is history. We made it home a day late and my sister and I were surprised with new (to us) cars! I sadly was sick and waited another 3 days to enjoy it. All is well now and I am digesting it all. What I learned, what I enjoyed and what's next.
This "World Traveler" is tired and content. Who knows what this last year of school holds for me.
Thanks for reading!
Once our time in Lima was complete, some of the group went home and others went to Machu Piccu. I was really excited to be in the second group! We flew to Cusco and stayed there. Upon arriving I was not feeling too well due to the extreme altitude change...Lima is at sea level and Cusco is at 10,000 feet...but after sleeping all afternoon in a comfy bed, I was ready to explore.
I may or may not have mentioned the unique foods that I tried in Peru. Ceviche and alpaca were two of them. The first is a raw fish that is marinated in lemon juice and the alpaca is related to a llama, a meat without cholesterol. We were also able to finish our shopping in Cusco as well as a beautiful street market in Pisaq. Unlike the markets in Zambia, these shop keepers are willing to bring down the price and only sell you the item that you ask about. No stress for this buyer!
After finally getting our bearings, we were leaving again for the ruins of Machu Piccu. To get there you must take a train down to a town called Aguas Calientes at 6,000 feet, then take a bus on switchbacks up to 8,000 feet. Too much change at once is hard for the body. Despite that, we were all extremely thrilled to see this place that we had only seen in books. Out tour guides gave lots of information and took good care of us. My group went up onto the peak that overlooks the ruins first, then made our way down into them. Look at my pictures on Facebook. It was uncharacteristically warm that day and I did not dress correctly, but it was still worth it. There is one peak that they only let 400 people climb a day. The oldest person that our tour guide took up there was 82 years old...my sister and I want to go on my 83 birthday...haha! It will probably happen before that day but oh well.
At long last, it was time to return back to the U.S. or at least we thought. There is only one United flight that leaves Lima for Houston. Once our plane arrived that night, the rumored "strike" came across as a dud fuel filter in our plane. Four hours later, after waiting/sleeping in the terminal, the attendants told us that we needed to leave and come back tomorrow. Another 2 hours later, we were watching the sun come up as we stood in line for hotel vouchers and food vouchers. That was the least they could do for all the trouble. But wait...there's more. We had to figure out how to get to the Sheraton. A charter bus came to pick us up:
Problem 1: It was very old and should have retired.
Problem 2: Not enough luggage space
Problem 3: Not enough seats
Problem 4: As it pulled out of the parking lot with all but 10 people on it, it dropped its transmission never making it out the gate and everyone had to pile off again.
Now it was just funny!
We finally got into taxis (the VIP taxis if I'm not mistaken) and made it to the hotel (quite an accomplishment in Lima traffic). Running on naps that we took in the terminal and the taxi, we ate and fell into our beds. Whew! Never wish to do that part again.
The rest is history. We made it home a day late and my sister and I were surprised with new (to us) cars! I sadly was sick and waited another 3 days to enjoy it. All is well now and I am digesting it all. What I learned, what I enjoyed and what's next.
This "World Traveler" is tired and content. Who knows what this last year of school holds for me.
Thanks for reading!
Monday, August 13, 2012
Running Cry
Continuing my Peru adventure....
The mornings was when we had lesson times and in the afternoons there were special activities. Monday was the Rodeo...complete with roping, killing bugs, eating smores, singing around a campfire, herding pigs and dancing. Such fun!
Tuesday we were able to hang out with the girls. Paint nails and braid headbands is what I did. Erika and I can't resist playing soccer, so we played a little and promised to go to the fields with the boys on Thursday.
Wednesday was the Scavenger Hunt....all running...but it was a blast. On Monday and Wednesday, Erika and I were in charge of a different group of girls than we have in the mornings, and loved them just as much.
One of my favorite moments was when they asked me to sing songs for them. As the "face" up on stage, I should of expected it, but I was still blown away by their overwhelming desire to sing with me. I can now thank God specifically for the gift of song in my life. I pray that he used me and the lyrics to convey a deep love that the girls can have as well!
Thursday, as promised, Erika and I went to play soccer with the boys. It was extremely hot, but worth it. We did not win, but held our own and enjoyed every minute we held the back line. :)
Friday was a difficult day. We had to say goodbye to our girls. They were like leeches the whole afternoon while we hung banners and took as many pictures as our cameras could hold. I was not expecting to fall in love as quickly as I did. We only spent a week there...not six weeks, not three months, or a year...a week and I almost couldn't hold it together. The tradition in South America is touching cheeks and giving a kiss, so that's what we did over and over until pulling away. The kids lined both sides of the path and I went down the entire girls side giving those precious kisses. It didn't help the matter that two of my girls followed me to the end, not letting go of my arms. I could not express my thoughts accurately in Spanish, so I quickly hopped on the bus as they held each other, waving to me.
I made it to the first row on the bus before I had a gut wrenching cry. What just happened, I thought? How did that happen?! Wait...I have a God who touched my heart again that week. Every time. Why am I so surprised? He is still working on me and going to Peru was just a small part. I learned a lot that I am still processing though and putting into words. All glory to God!
Stay tuned for a post about the tourist part of my trip....
The mornings was when we had lesson times and in the afternoons there were special activities. Monday was the Rodeo...complete with roping, killing bugs, eating smores, singing around a campfire, herding pigs and dancing. Such fun!
Tuesday we were able to hang out with the girls. Paint nails and braid headbands is what I did. Erika and I can't resist playing soccer, so we played a little and promised to go to the fields with the boys on Thursday.
Wednesday was the Scavenger Hunt....all running...but it was a blast. On Monday and Wednesday, Erika and I were in charge of a different group of girls than we have in the mornings, and loved them just as much.
One of my favorite moments was when they asked me to sing songs for them. As the "face" up on stage, I should of expected it, but I was still blown away by their overwhelming desire to sing with me. I can now thank God specifically for the gift of song in my life. I pray that he used me and the lyrics to convey a deep love that the girls can have as well!
Thursday, as promised, Erika and I went to play soccer with the boys. It was extremely hot, but worth it. We did not win, but held our own and enjoyed every minute we held the back line. :)
Friday was a difficult day. We had to say goodbye to our girls. They were like leeches the whole afternoon while we hung banners and took as many pictures as our cameras could hold. I was not expecting to fall in love as quickly as I did. We only spent a week there...not six weeks, not three months, or a year...a week and I almost couldn't hold it together. The tradition in South America is touching cheeks and giving a kiss, so that's what we did over and over until pulling away. The kids lined both sides of the path and I went down the entire girls side giving those precious kisses. It didn't help the matter that two of my girls followed me to the end, not letting go of my arms. I could not express my thoughts accurately in Spanish, so I quickly hopped on the bus as they held each other, waving to me.
I made it to the first row on the bus before I had a gut wrenching cry. What just happened, I thought? How did that happen?! Wait...I have a God who touched my heart again that week. Every time. Why am I so surprised? He is still working on me and going to Peru was just a small part. I learned a lot that I am still processing though and putting into words. All glory to God!
Stay tuned for a post about the tourist part of my trip....
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Peru: 6th South American Country
Hey friends!
I am finally getting a chance to document my trip to Peru from July 14-25(26). It was exciting to be back in South America again. Can't believe its been almost 4 years.
This trip was on the mission trip side of things with some of my friends from Southern Hills. We met up with a group from Westover in Austin and some others from the Houston area. Cade Allen, my sister and I flew from Dallas to Houston first. We definitely had our fair share of airport time on this adventure.
The only two people we really knew were Cyndy and Malena (the ladies in charge) but we were excited to meet new friends. When we arrived it was time to get organized and see the area that we would be working in.
Another thing we had a lot of was bus time. Each morning we rode charter buses to the community for an hour and a half. Most people slept or listened to music but we also had time to talk with our Peruvian Partners. These were the friends that would be translating for us if needed and getting to know the kids as well. What a cool opportunity to work with kids and older students at the same time!
One of my jobs was to help Ricky up on stage in the mornings to lead songs in Spanish. While I am not fluent in Spanish, I can quickly pronounce the words and put them into the tuned songs that I know well. Some people even thought I was a translator because of it, which I politely had to explain was not true. With "Britney" mics on (awesome), we had a blast singing, doing the motions and seeing the kids faces light up each morning. There was a Bible lesson all together, then we split into our groups. I was with the Calcutta girls, age 14-16, for this time.
Most days looked the same, just related to the story of the day. The theme centered around how God will change our name. Abraham, Jacob, Esther, Paul and Peter.
So everything is not in one post, I will pause and write again....keep reading.
I am finally getting a chance to document my trip to Peru from July 14-25(26). It was exciting to be back in South America again. Can't believe its been almost 4 years.
This trip was on the mission trip side of things with some of my friends from Southern Hills. We met up with a group from Westover in Austin and some others from the Houston area. Cade Allen, my sister and I flew from Dallas to Houston first. We definitely had our fair share of airport time on this adventure.
The only two people we really knew were Cyndy and Malena (the ladies in charge) but we were excited to meet new friends. When we arrived it was time to get organized and see the area that we would be working in.
Another thing we had a lot of was bus time. Each morning we rode charter buses to the community for an hour and a half. Most people slept or listened to music but we also had time to talk with our Peruvian Partners. These were the friends that would be translating for us if needed and getting to know the kids as well. What a cool opportunity to work with kids and older students at the same time!
One of my jobs was to help Ricky up on stage in the mornings to lead songs in Spanish. While I am not fluent in Spanish, I can quickly pronounce the words and put them into the tuned songs that I know well. Some people even thought I was a translator because of it, which I politely had to explain was not true. With "Britney" mics on (awesome), we had a blast singing, doing the motions and seeing the kids faces light up each morning. There was a Bible lesson all together, then we split into our groups. I was with the Calcutta girls, age 14-16, for this time.
Most days looked the same, just related to the story of the day. The theme centered around how God will change our name. Abraham, Jacob, Esther, Paul and Peter.
So everything is not in one post, I will pause and write again....keep reading.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Coming to America
Friday, June 22
My time in Zambia has come to a close and my HIZ-Path family is going to disperse. We have not really talked about leaving because we don't want these friendships to end. The world is a much smaller place and there is never truly a "good-bye" anymore. The people that I want to visit with again or that want to visit with me will be in contact. I have truly been blessed by these Christian brothers and sisters that I can now call my friends.
We will be flying from Livingstone, Zambia to Johannesburg, South Africa, then after a 6 hour layover we fly 16 hours to Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta we go our separate ways and I fly to DFW. Whew! Lots of airport and airplane time. I know my tears will be coming for the next week or so as different things hit me. Nothing is out of true sadness or regret, but out of sincerity for people who touched my life. Everyone has times in their lives that they wish could last forver. While I miss my home in Abilene, Texas there is something to be said about living in another country for any period of time.
Stay tuned for pictures on Facebook and a group PhotoBucket! Coming in July: Dara (and Erika) go to Peru!!
My time in Zambia has come to a close and my HIZ-Path family is going to disperse. We have not really talked about leaving because we don't want these friendships to end. The world is a much smaller place and there is never truly a "good-bye" anymore. The people that I want to visit with again or that want to visit with me will be in contact. I have truly been blessed by these Christian brothers and sisters that I can now call my friends.
We will be flying from Livingstone, Zambia to Johannesburg, South Africa, then after a 6 hour layover we fly 16 hours to Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta we go our separate ways and I fly to DFW. Whew! Lots of airport and airplane time. I know my tears will be coming for the next week or so as different things hit me. Nothing is out of true sadness or regret, but out of sincerity for people who touched my life. Everyone has times in their lives that they wish could last forver. While I miss my home in Abilene, Texas there is something to be said about living in another country for any period of time.
Stay tuned for pictures on Facebook and a group PhotoBucket! Coming in July: Dara (and Erika) go to Peru!!
On Parade
Thursday, June 21
Today is the day!! I am going to be riding an elephant! We had the free time to do any activity that we wanted. Some people chose to go whitewater rafting, zip lining, or a helicopter ride, but I wanted to do something I had never done before. I zip lined in Argentina and have whitewater rafted in Colorado. The helicopter ride was over my budget and I wanted something truly African.
On our safari elephants were the most frequent animals sighted, but being right next to them was amazing. They had us paired on the elephants and there was a guide/driver on each as well. I rode on a middle age bull named Marula and our driver was named Kennedy. He was very informative and asked us about ourselves. I asked him how he came to work with the elephants. That led to him telling me that he stopped his education at grade 4...he appeared to be in his late 20s and has two kids and a wife to support. That is not uncommon because education is not free. It must be paid for each year. Citizens of Zambia realize that education is important for getting a well paying job but it is difficult. I felt almost selfish when I confessed that our school is free until college and that I was in my Masters degree program.
The elephants had so much personality! They sat down so we could feed them through the trunk or mouth and they saluted us as we left. I was absolutely amazed. We then saw the video that was made of our ride before heading back to our hotel. Worth every penny (or kwatcha) that I spent!
Last evening together before flying home and separating. My roommates and I had agreed to do a "Secret Santa" gift exchange and we gave our gifts. They were all we hoped they'd be! It will be weird to leave everyone tomorrow....
Today is the day!! I am going to be riding an elephant! We had the free time to do any activity that we wanted. Some people chose to go whitewater rafting, zip lining, or a helicopter ride, but I wanted to do something I had never done before. I zip lined in Argentina and have whitewater rafted in Colorado. The helicopter ride was over my budget and I wanted something truly African.
On our safari elephants were the most frequent animals sighted, but being right next to them was amazing. They had us paired on the elephants and there was a guide/driver on each as well. I rode on a middle age bull named Marula and our driver was named Kennedy. He was very informative and asked us about ourselves. I asked him how he came to work with the elephants. That led to him telling me that he stopped his education at grade 4...he appeared to be in his late 20s and has two kids and a wife to support. That is not uncommon because education is not free. It must be paid for each year. Citizens of Zambia realize that education is important for getting a well paying job but it is difficult. I felt almost selfish when I confessed that our school is free until college and that I was in my Masters degree program.
The elephants had so much personality! They sat down so we could feed them through the trunk or mouth and they saluted us as we left. I was absolutely amazed. We then saw the video that was made of our ride before heading back to our hotel. Worth every penny (or kwatcha) that I spent!
Last evening together before flying home and separating. My roommates and I had agreed to do a "Secret Santa" gift exchange and we gave our gifts. They were all we hoped they'd be! It will be weird to leave everyone tomorrow....
Setting Sun
Wednesday, June 20
Wednesday was fairly laid back. We were able to hit up the market in the downtown area for our last gifts for going home. I used the last of my pens and hairties to bring their prices down but they weren't nearly as agressive as the market at the Falls. Still don't like bartering very much....
I ate my lunch while sitting out by the pool at our hotel. Even though it is winter there, it is still very warm. That evening we took a sunset cruise on the Zambezi River on a three deck boat called "Lady Livingstone". It was a great way to relax and enjoy the beauty surrounding us. There was food served and we were able to see an active group of hippos on our ride. The sunset itself was absolutely gorgeous! I really don't know if it beats a Texas sunset, but it comes extremely close :)
While this was not the most missional day of our trip, it allowed me to look back on what I had experienced and how my life had been changed for the better. I like to think that I seized every opportunity to learn, watch, and listen to the hearts of Zambia. God will continue to be at work in the children and adults that work with them.
As I wrap up my posts concerning this adventure, I want to express my thanks for your support and prayer. I could not have done this without each and every one of you! May the adventures continue, abroad and at home!
Wednesday was fairly laid back. We were able to hit up the market in the downtown area for our last gifts for going home. I used the last of my pens and hairties to bring their prices down but they weren't nearly as agressive as the market at the Falls. Still don't like bartering very much....
I ate my lunch while sitting out by the pool at our hotel. Even though it is winter there, it is still very warm. That evening we took a sunset cruise on the Zambezi River on a three deck boat called "Lady Livingstone". It was a great way to relax and enjoy the beauty surrounding us. There was food served and we were able to see an active group of hippos on our ride. The sunset itself was absolutely gorgeous! I really don't know if it beats a Texas sunset, but it comes extremely close :)
While this was not the most missional day of our trip, it allowed me to look back on what I had experienced and how my life had been changed for the better. I like to think that I seized every opportunity to learn, watch, and listen to the hearts of Zambia. God will continue to be at work in the children and adults that work with them.
As I wrap up my posts concerning this adventure, I want to express my thanks for your support and prayer. I could not have done this without each and every one of you! May the adventures continue, abroad and at home!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Elephants, Giraffes, Hippos, O My!
Tuesday, June 19
SAFARI!!
It was an early morning. The bus came to pick us up at 7:30 am and drove us to the Zambia border. We crossed over into Botswana on a boat after having our passports stamped. Then we hopped in vans to be taken to the lodge where we left on boats again for the first part of the safari. Got it? Bus, boat, van, boat, then later on is jeep, boat, bus. The lodge was very nice and so was the boat. We saw monkeys, crocodiles, pumbas, meercats, sables, impalas, elephants and hippos on the boat part! So amazing!! I think my favorite was the elephants...
After a buffet lunch, we got into 3 separarte jeeps for the land part. Our driver's name was Win. He was very knowledgable about the animals. During this part we saw herds of elephants, pumbas, baboons, a monitor, sables, impala, giraffes and....wait for it...a leopard! The giraffes and the leopard was my favorite on this leg of the safari. The leopard was gorgeous but also how we got there was a blast. We had taken the river bank path to look at some elephants that were bathing. Once we got there, the radio sounded with announcement of the leopard sighting. Cats are rare during the daytime, so Win whipped around and jetted down the bank. I was in the back seat so I got all the bumps and we were excited about the chase!
Long day but we made it back and had dinner while watching soccer :) Tomorrow is a free morning and a sunset cruise in the evening. I still need to pay for my elephant ride...we'll see what happens at the ATM. I am missing those babies more and more each day! Pray that they will continue to benefit from our work there and that we will have a safe journey home on Friday. Can't believe its so close to over
SAFARI!!
It was an early morning. The bus came to pick us up at 7:30 am and drove us to the Zambia border. We crossed over into Botswana on a boat after having our passports stamped. Then we hopped in vans to be taken to the lodge where we left on boats again for the first part of the safari. Got it? Bus, boat, van, boat, then later on is jeep, boat, bus. The lodge was very nice and so was the boat. We saw monkeys, crocodiles, pumbas, meercats, sables, impalas, elephants and hippos on the boat part! So amazing!! I think my favorite was the elephants...
After a buffet lunch, we got into 3 separarte jeeps for the land part. Our driver's name was Win. He was very knowledgable about the animals. During this part we saw herds of elephants, pumbas, baboons, a monitor, sables, impala, giraffes and....wait for it...a leopard! The giraffes and the leopard was my favorite on this leg of the safari. The leopard was gorgeous but also how we got there was a blast. We had taken the river bank path to look at some elephants that were bathing. Once we got there, the radio sounded with announcement of the leopard sighting. Cats are rare during the daytime, so Win whipped around and jetted down the bank. I was in the back seat so I got all the bumps and we were excited about the chase!
Long day but we made it back and had dinner while watching soccer :) Tomorrow is a free morning and a sunset cruise in the evening. I still need to pay for my elephant ride...we'll see what happens at the ATM. I am missing those babies more and more each day! Pray that they will continue to benefit from our work there and that we will have a safe journey home on Friday. Can't believe its so close to over
Final Stretch
Monday, June 18
I probably shouldv'e put this in my previous posts but Sunday is also when we had our banquet at an Italian restauraunt called Olga's. We sat out in the courtyard for the meal and soon after gathered around for our awards. They were silly awards and generally had something to do with the personalities during the last few weeks. If I were to tell you the award titles you would not understand, so I will spare you. lol.
On Monday we got up and headed to Victoria Falls again. This time we could see everything and truly appreciate its full beauty. I was just as soaked as before, but had time to dry before going out to barter. I had a chance to stick my feet into the water and walk down a long, steep and winding path to the "Boiling Pot". The view was beautiful (and I didn't have my camera for the last part)! Always amazing at God's natural creations. If you remember my post about bartering before, I did a lot better this time, even though there were some new curveballs thrown in. I brought a whole bag of pens with me to Africa but did not have all of them with me. I quickly bartered off the ones I had and all but three of my hairties, gaining all but 3 of my gifts to bring back. Not bad! The prices were higher than when we came before so I really had to bring them down. Whew! Stressful, but we all helped each other and kept an eye out this time.
The lunch hours and a little of the afternoon was free for eating and taking showers. At 3:15 we met up to go to high tea at the Royal Livingstone. We had tea cups and kettles, 6 choices of tea,s and all the sweets and quiches we could eat. It was hot outside but we still enjoyed it. We were warned that monkeys might attempt to steal our sugar packets but we did not see any! Kind of disappointed. However, we did see a lone zebra walk across the lawn and next to the swimming pool! After our tea when had time to walk the grounds and sit on the deck to watch the sunset.
Great adventure #1 and 2 of Livingstone! Tomorrow is safari day :)
I probably shouldv'e put this in my previous posts but Sunday is also when we had our banquet at an Italian restauraunt called Olga's. We sat out in the courtyard for the meal and soon after gathered around for our awards. They were silly awards and generally had something to do with the personalities during the last few weeks. If I were to tell you the award titles you would not understand, so I will spare you. lol.
On Monday we got up and headed to Victoria Falls again. This time we could see everything and truly appreciate its full beauty. I was just as soaked as before, but had time to dry before going out to barter. I had a chance to stick my feet into the water and walk down a long, steep and winding path to the "Boiling Pot". The view was beautiful (and I didn't have my camera for the last part)! Always amazing at God's natural creations. If you remember my post about bartering before, I did a lot better this time, even though there were some new curveballs thrown in. I brought a whole bag of pens with me to Africa but did not have all of them with me. I quickly bartered off the ones I had and all but three of my hairties, gaining all but 3 of my gifts to bring back. Not bad! The prices were higher than when we came before so I really had to bring them down. Whew! Stressful, but we all helped each other and kept an eye out this time.
The lunch hours and a little of the afternoon was free for eating and taking showers. At 3:15 we met up to go to high tea at the Royal Livingstone. We had tea cups and kettles, 6 choices of tea,s and all the sweets and quiches we could eat. It was hot outside but we still enjoyed it. We were warned that monkeys might attempt to steal our sugar packets but we did not see any! Kind of disappointed. However, we did see a lone zebra walk across the lawn and next to the swimming pool! After our tea when had time to walk the grounds and sit on the deck to watch the sunset.
Great adventure #1 and 2 of Livingstone! Tomorrow is safari day :)
See Ya Later
Sunday, June 17
Today was our final day in Namwianga before heading to Livingstone for 5 days. We had already said "see ya later" to Justin and Webster last night and it was more difficult than I thought it would be. To keep from crying Webster prayed "God, help me to understand this". It just makes me think about how we form relationships back home versus in other countries. We may see them again but they are not likely to be able to make it to the States.
At church, we were able to see some of the kids from the Havens one last time. I have become attached to one of the 3 year old boys and he was already sitting with someone when service started. It made me a little sad but I knew that God would heal my heart. Once singing started, the little boy found me several rows in front of where he was and sat with me! He played with my watch until it was time to pull out my Bible. Then he switched to flipping the pages as I attempted to help him follow along. Sure, he couldn't understand what he was supposed to do with it, but it hit me in a new way. He would someday be able to read and use that curiosity to learn about Jesus. We sang several songs that made me tear up, knowing that I may never see him again. He even looked up at me while I was singing [insert aw].
I am so thankful to have met every one of the people and babies here! They have forever changed my perspective in my profession and my life. May the blessings continue to be shared!
Today was our final day in Namwianga before heading to Livingstone for 5 days. We had already said "see ya later" to Justin and Webster last night and it was more difficult than I thought it would be. To keep from crying Webster prayed "God, help me to understand this". It just makes me think about how we form relationships back home versus in other countries. We may see them again but they are not likely to be able to make it to the States.
At church, we were able to see some of the kids from the Havens one last time. I have become attached to one of the 3 year old boys and he was already sitting with someone when service started. It made me a little sad but I knew that God would heal my heart. Once singing started, the little boy found me several rows in front of where he was and sat with me! He played with my watch until it was time to pull out my Bible. Then he switched to flipping the pages as I attempted to help him follow along. Sure, he couldn't understand what he was supposed to do with it, but it hit me in a new way. He would someday be able to read and use that curiosity to learn about Jesus. We sang several songs that made me tear up, knowing that I may never see him again. He even looked up at me while I was singing [insert aw].
I am so thankful to have met every one of the people and babies here! They have forever changed my perspective in my profession and my life. May the blessings continue to be shared!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Will "The Real Africa" Please Stand Up?
Friday, June 15
We have completed our therapy days here and tomorrow is our good-bye day...what a time it has been. This past week was full of things that we had wanted to do but had put off until now as well. We watched a couple movies (with popcorn of course), had meetings about our travel week, got on top of one of the containers to watch the stars (which was one of the best nights ever, at least 12 shooting stars in the course of 3 hours), and learned the marriage traditions of Zambia. Don't worry, none of us actually got married, but we wanted to know what happens here. Our watchmen friends, Justin and Webster, who are both married already, were kind enough to act it out with us. Pretty sure I laughed until it hurt.
Other than working with the babies, it has been a week of minimal showers and lengthy blackouts. We have, until this point, had plenty of water to shower, brush our teeth, wash our face and use the toilet. As well as predictable blackouts on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but this week did not fit the mold at all. I don't mind because we are all in the same boat, but none of us want to get sick either. This group has been through the stomach bug, pink eye and ringworm. I only had nausea for one day, thankfully.
I will post about more deatils tomorrow. It is bedtime here. Comment if you want to know anything that I haven't written about :)
We have completed our therapy days here and tomorrow is our good-bye day...what a time it has been. This past week was full of things that we had wanted to do but had put off until now as well. We watched a couple movies (with popcorn of course), had meetings about our travel week, got on top of one of the containers to watch the stars (which was one of the best nights ever, at least 12 shooting stars in the course of 3 hours), and learned the marriage traditions of Zambia. Don't worry, none of us actually got married, but we wanted to know what happens here. Our watchmen friends, Justin and Webster, who are both married already, were kind enough to act it out with us. Pretty sure I laughed until it hurt.
Other than working with the babies, it has been a week of minimal showers and lengthy blackouts. We have, until this point, had plenty of water to shower, brush our teeth, wash our face and use the toilet. As well as predictable blackouts on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but this week did not fit the mold at all. I don't mind because we are all in the same boat, but none of us want to get sick either. This group has been through the stomach bug, pink eye and ringworm. I only had nausea for one day, thankfully.
I will post about more deatils tomorrow. It is bedtime here. Comment if you want to know anything that I haven't written about :)
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Worthy Soul
Sunday, June 10
Wow! I feel like I'm just now getting the chance to breathe. Today was amazing!
We woke up early to pack the Land Cruiser (Khaki Jackie), Land Rover (Red Fred), and two trucks for the drive out to Kasibi Church of Christ. I rode in the bed of one of the trucks, holding tightly the whole way of course. One of my roommates, Kathy, had never ridden in the bed of a truck so she had a blast. As they say here, "There is always room for one more", so along our back roads journey into the bush we picked up some more locals. The chilly wind woke us up quickly.
About 10 am, we arrived at the church and began Bible study. The women sit on one side and the men sit on the other. It was the smallest building and we were crammed in. The benches were wooden without back support, so three hours later we were stiff. Mr. Calder was the speaker today and his message was very good. It was relatable to Zambians and Americans alike. I truly felt like I was worshipping with my brothers and sisters today. Not that I don't always, but this was a smaller group.
After Bible study and service, there were special singings. They sang for us and then we got up there and sang three songs for them. One in English and two in Tonga...they seemed impressed. When all of that was done, we shook hands with everyone in a line and made our way to Leonard's house across the creek. He had prepared a meal for us, the town band came and we danced with the children. I am getting closer to their type of dancing but still not completely sure how to move like that! There will be videos and pictures posted when I return home.
Whew! After all that it was naptime. I have loved every minute of my time here and know there is so much more to experience. God has truly blessed me with friends, local and from the States, who are able to share these experience with me and show me new things. In the sermon today we talked about worth and what makes something worthy. I believe that we forget what is worthy, or Who is worthy, beacuse we are so surrounded by things to distract. We don't always wake up and thank God for the sunrise, water to brush our teeth, electricity to see our way around, the person sitting beside us, or the eyes that we use to take it all in. So what is worthy? Does our soul cry out of the glories we have seen or do we pass them by?
Love to each of you! Pray that we will give our best during this last week of therapy and that we would not discount the worth of our time here.
Wow! I feel like I'm just now getting the chance to breathe. Today was amazing!
We woke up early to pack the Land Cruiser (Khaki Jackie), Land Rover (Red Fred), and two trucks for the drive out to Kasibi Church of Christ. I rode in the bed of one of the trucks, holding tightly the whole way of course. One of my roommates, Kathy, had never ridden in the bed of a truck so she had a blast. As they say here, "There is always room for one more", so along our back roads journey into the bush we picked up some more locals. The chilly wind woke us up quickly.
About 10 am, we arrived at the church and began Bible study. The women sit on one side and the men sit on the other. It was the smallest building and we were crammed in. The benches were wooden without back support, so three hours later we were stiff. Mr. Calder was the speaker today and his message was very good. It was relatable to Zambians and Americans alike. I truly felt like I was worshipping with my brothers and sisters today. Not that I don't always, but this was a smaller group.
After Bible study and service, there were special singings. They sang for us and then we got up there and sang three songs for them. One in English and two in Tonga...they seemed impressed. When all of that was done, we shook hands with everyone in a line and made our way to Leonard's house across the creek. He had prepared a meal for us, the town band came and we danced with the children. I am getting closer to their type of dancing but still not completely sure how to move like that! There will be videos and pictures posted when I return home.
Whew! After all that it was naptime. I have loved every minute of my time here and know there is so much more to experience. God has truly blessed me with friends, local and from the States, who are able to share these experience with me and show me new things. In the sermon today we talked about worth and what makes something worthy. I believe that we forget what is worthy, or Who is worthy, beacuse we are so surrounded by things to distract. We don't always wake up and thank God for the sunrise, water to brush our teeth, electricity to see our way around, the person sitting beside us, or the eyes that we use to take it all in. So what is worthy? Does our soul cry out of the glories we have seen or do we pass them by?
Love to each of you! Pray that we will give our best during this last week of therapy and that we would not discount the worth of our time here.
All Natural
Saturday, June 9
We went to Choma again today and this time we knew where we were going. My roommates and I have started a "Gift Exchange" while we are here. The goal is to find a weird, but usable gift for the roommate who's name you draw. Four of us will be be going to Livingstone next week but one is staying behind so we went ahead and got her gift...fake hair to weave in so she will not feel alone once we're gone....we'll see how she likes it :)
Tonight we headed out to Jordan's rock for Ian's birthday celebration. There were hot dogs roasted, s'mores and of course a cake made by Leonard. We took pictures and sang songs around the fire. What fun! It is a tradition here in Zambia to drench the birthday kid with water, but we were nice and just gave Ian a Dr. Pepper to drink.
Yet another blessed day in Zambia! Another full day awaits us tomorrow.
We went to Choma again today and this time we knew where we were going. My roommates and I have started a "Gift Exchange" while we are here. The goal is to find a weird, but usable gift for the roommate who's name you draw. Four of us will be be going to Livingstone next week but one is staying behind so we went ahead and got her gift...fake hair to weave in so she will not feel alone once we're gone....we'll see how she likes it :)
Tonight we headed out to Jordan's rock for Ian's birthday celebration. There were hot dogs roasted, s'mores and of course a cake made by Leonard. We took pictures and sang songs around the fire. What fun! It is a tradition here in Zambia to drench the birthday kid with water, but we were nice and just gave Ian a Dr. Pepper to drink.
Yet another blessed day in Zambia! Another full day awaits us tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
True to Your Heart
Wednesday, June 6
Not a whole lot of new happened today, but this was the first time that the girls of the group (majority) got togther to talk about our thoughts and experiences so far. I wasn't sure how people had truly been feeling and so it was nice to hear that I am not alone.
We told of our favorite experiences so far and the kids that had touched our hearts. Actually we have not only been touched, we have fallen in love with these children. One of the young supervisors voiced what I had been feeling...that I love mission work and also love speech pathology, so I wanted to see how they fit together. So far I have been pleased with the results and feeling. God can use everyone's passions for His glory anywhere in the world. We just have to be open to new things, new places and potentially uncomfortable situations. Being with an established group does help, but I think that it is possible otherwise as well.
Heath, Memory, Seth, Kurt, Marcus, Jonathan, Maleele, Lincoln, Joseph, JJ, Peace and Queen are some of the kids I will never forget. Some of them have a long road ahead medically and others are simply orphans, but I love them all the same. Each one makes me thankful for my parents and how I was raised. They make me excited about having my own children someday and watching them grow, getting excited about the small victories each day. Singing them the same songs about Jesus and how much they are loved as we do here. Hopefully the words "Yes, I know" will be yelled with the same conviction and pride.
Have I met my sappy quota today? Haha. Just being true to my heart.
Not a whole lot of new happened today, but this was the first time that the girls of the group (majority) got togther to talk about our thoughts and experiences so far. I wasn't sure how people had truly been feeling and so it was nice to hear that I am not alone.
We told of our favorite experiences so far and the kids that had touched our hearts. Actually we have not only been touched, we have fallen in love with these children. One of the young supervisors voiced what I had been feeling...that I love mission work and also love speech pathology, so I wanted to see how they fit together. So far I have been pleased with the results and feeling. God can use everyone's passions for His glory anywhere in the world. We just have to be open to new things, new places and potentially uncomfortable situations. Being with an established group does help, but I think that it is possible otherwise as well.
Heath, Memory, Seth, Kurt, Marcus, Jonathan, Maleele, Lincoln, Joseph, JJ, Peace and Queen are some of the kids I will never forget. Some of them have a long road ahead medically and others are simply orphans, but I love them all the same. Each one makes me thankful for my parents and how I was raised. They make me excited about having my own children someday and watching them grow, getting excited about the small victories each day. Singing them the same songs about Jesus and how much they are loved as we do here. Hopefully the words "Yes, I know" will be yelled with the same conviction and pride.
Have I met my sappy quota today? Haha. Just being true to my heart.
Wanted: Bartering Skills
Monday, June 4
We worked the morning as usual and then headed to
Livingstone to see Victoria Falls and the lunar rainbow. Everyone is so
excited! Our hotel was so amazing…Protea at Livingstone. We were very fortunate
to have hot showers and comfy beds for the night. In two weeks we will be back
at the same hotel for a week doing the more touristy things.
We had time to venture out for dinner. I went with
Mel, Kathy, Ben and Kara to a seafood place called Ocean Basket. Before that,
we stopped at the store to buy chocolate…definitely a luxury (Cadbury). What a
great group of friends to eat with and I would recommend the food as well. The
lunar rainbow happens only 4-5 times a year and we went on the night that it
was the brightest. If you have been following my blog since I went to South
America, you know that I have seen Iguacu Falls in Brazil and Argentina…Victoria
Falls did not disappoint either. Even at night they are immaculate! After
watching the rainbow for a little bit we walked down with our flashlights and
walked the path, getting soaked in the process. We were all whooping and
hollering with excitement and joy. Can’t wait to go back in the daytime!
Once you leave the falls, there are shops outside at
which the salesmen love to barter and trade with you for the items that they
have crafted. We were thrown into this, having been warned, but not completely
prepared this time. I had brought pens and hairties to trade, but did not have
them with me…bad decision. They will literally trade for anything. I bought a
few things knowing I could do better on a price but got away with little dent
in my bank account. Whew! I will be more prepared next time!
Upon our return to the hotel we took our showers and
went to bed. The next morning breakfast was a dream! We could order an omelette,
have potatoes, beans, crossants, fruit, bacon, coffee, and several juices.
Anything you like! We were stuffed and ready to return on the bus.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Full Cream, Skim Milk
Sunday, June 3
What a full day! Sunday morning church, children’s church,
baking cupcakes, visiting the college dorms, watching a soccer match, evening
church, talk about abstinence, and singing with Webster. Whew!
I would love to write out every detail about today but it
would take a long time to type. I will say that baking cupcakes and the talk
about abstinence were probably the most interesting parts. The title of my blog
post today alludes to the talk and for those of you who wish to know more I can
tell you. HIV-AIDS is a huge deal here in Zambia and church is a great place to
talk about it in biblical contexts. Our
group was just not expecting to hear about it during our time here. Plus, it
was taught by the missionaries here so we understood every word. Baking
cupcakes was a blast and the icing was amazing. We did chocolate and coffee
cupcakes with a cocoa icing (butter and powdered sugar based). I have walked
enough to not gain any weight on this trip, but I still need to be careful. Lol.
Good, good life.
Faith Like Potatoes
Saturday, June 2
Last night we had our first group movie night on the
veranda. The movie was Faith like Potatoes. I had heard of it before, but never
seen it. The story started in Zambia and moved over to South Africa. I won’t
spoil the whole plot for you, but I did cry in several parts and laugh as well
(the mark of a great movie). It is based on a true story and the main point was
that faith is a hard fought process. There are dry periods and plentiful
periods. We must trust, listen, obey, follow, pray and speak. I felt that it
was very appropriate to watch while in Zambia, so that I could appreciate it
better. There have been times in my life that I did not want to give faith
time. I wanted to speed up the process, but in most cases, waiting produced an
even better result than I could’ve imagined.
I think I have forgotten the importance of hugs back home.
Don’t get me wrong, I love hugs but I do not give them as freely as some
people. The kids here need that sensory feeling, but even more so need the love
that it conveys. I know I keep saying this, but the simple life here is
humbling me and reminding me of what I value most. Toys here are pieces of
plastic, rugs, dirt, rocks, string, and occasionally a soccer ball. I shouldn’t
start naming toys that we have….
Monday, May 28, 2012
Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too
Monday, May 28
Update on the birthday party from yesterday: not that different from our birthday celebrations. There were three of us Americans that went to this party. We were asked to dance for them and with them. They prayed before, saying thank you for another year for Chile (little girl's name). Then we were asked to run a few children's games, so we chose Red Light, Green Light and Simon Says. I think they enjoyed the games, but our dancing was nothing of note to them. Haha!
Church last night blew me away. As previously mentioned, I had a hard time hearing the lessons on other Sundays. Last night was different. The story was of Joseph in Genesis 45, where he tells his brothers who he is and that he is not angry with them. The preacher talked about how Joseph had many problems, yet God blessed him and used him for His glory! He also talked about how it is our duty to inspire hope to the helpless, the orphan, the widow, and those who are in need. It just struck me in a different way this time, because I am in Zambia. He kept asking the church what was holding them back from inspiring that same hope that Joseph inspired for his brother and in turn the whole land. That is my job here, but it is also my job back home...to inspire hope!
Many times during my stay here, one of the children has grabbed onto my hand without fear. It lifts me up and makes me want to continue for their sake, even when I am not feeling my best or missing home.
Life is too good to not be shared. Inspire Hope.
P.S. We played with a soccer ball on the field today. Webster (our chorus director and night guard) played as well. All Zambians are fast...enough said. It was a blast though and good to touch the ball again. I plan on leaving a pair of cleats here :)
Update on the birthday party from yesterday: not that different from our birthday celebrations. There were three of us Americans that went to this party. We were asked to dance for them and with them. They prayed before, saying thank you for another year for Chile (little girl's name). Then we were asked to run a few children's games, so we chose Red Light, Green Light and Simon Says. I think they enjoyed the games, but our dancing was nothing of note to them. Haha!
Church last night blew me away. As previously mentioned, I had a hard time hearing the lessons on other Sundays. Last night was different. The story was of Joseph in Genesis 45, where he tells his brothers who he is and that he is not angry with them. The preacher talked about how Joseph had many problems, yet God blessed him and used him for His glory! He also talked about how it is our duty to inspire hope to the helpless, the orphan, the widow, and those who are in need. It just struck me in a different way this time, because I am in Zambia. He kept asking the church what was holding them back from inspiring that same hope that Joseph inspired for his brother and in turn the whole land. That is my job here, but it is also my job back home...to inspire hope!
Many times during my stay here, one of the children has grabbed onto my hand without fear. It lifts me up and makes me want to continue for their sake, even when I am not feeling my best or missing home.
Life is too good to not be shared. Inspire Hope.
P.S. We played with a soccer ball on the field today. Webster (our chorus director and night guard) played as well. All Zambians are fast...enough said. It was a blast though and good to touch the ball again. I plan on leaving a pair of cleats here :)
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Choma and Birthdays
Saturday, May 26
On Saturday we went to Choma, another town about an hour from the mission. The markets there are bigger than in Kalomo and sell more "chitenges". I bought two that I may or may not wear as a skirt. I'm thinking pillowcases or a bag. I also went ahead and bought a Zambia jersey to add to my collection. They won the Africa cup this year! We had a picnic on the museum lawn, with food from the local grocery store. By the way, Oreos do exist over here, they are just harder to get. I found some in the Spar.
The museum had a crafts area in which you can buy things. I am excited about what I bought, but cannot say because they are gifts for people back home.
When I got home, I slept for 12 hours due to a massive headache, but I am much better now.
Sunday, May 27
Another morning of church...I am learning how services are conducted here, but it is hard to listen when the PA system doesn't work. That doesn't mean that God is any less important, its just not necessary to be loud. I am curious if our idea of being loud has lessened our ability to listen well. That is a religious question and a life question. Something to ponder for you.
In the next few minutes, I will be going to a birthday party for one of our neighbors here. May God's light shine though us as we make new friends!
On Saturday we went to Choma, another town about an hour from the mission. The markets there are bigger than in Kalomo and sell more "chitenges". I bought two that I may or may not wear as a skirt. I'm thinking pillowcases or a bag. I also went ahead and bought a Zambia jersey to add to my collection. They won the Africa cup this year! We had a picnic on the museum lawn, with food from the local grocery store. By the way, Oreos do exist over here, they are just harder to get. I found some in the Spar.
The museum had a crafts area in which you can buy things. I am excited about what I bought, but cannot say because they are gifts for people back home.
When I got home, I slept for 12 hours due to a massive headache, but I am much better now.
Sunday, May 27
Another morning of church...I am learning how services are conducted here, but it is hard to listen when the PA system doesn't work. That doesn't mean that God is any less important, its just not necessary to be loud. I am curious if our idea of being loud has lessened our ability to listen well. That is a religious question and a life question. Something to ponder for you.
In the next few minutes, I will be going to a birthday party for one of our neighbors here. May God's light shine though us as we make new friends!
Friday, May 25, 2012
The Dip
Thursday, May 24
I think I've hit exhaustion already. Going all day and staying up late is not doing my health good. Several people have already gotten sick and I do not want to get it. A nap was helpful after dinner, so that I sould sing.
A couple of items of note....we ate shema for the first time at lunch. It is the traditional Zambian meal, usually eaten with the right hand only, no utensils. We were allowed to adjust it a little, as long as we tried it. It wasn't terrible but I could not eat it daily as the locals do.
After dinner we went to watch the sunset, which was beautiful! The best spot is over by the soccer field and a game was going on...bonus! I was able to take some video and pictures of the events. My nap was soon after, then it was chorus practice time with Webster. We now know 3 songs in Tonga and are doing very well. Lots of compliments coming our way! I'm pretty sure I smile ear to ear when I'm singing in a different language. We will be performing these songs when we visit our cook, Leonard's church. I can't wait!
Continue praying that sickness will not dampen our spirits to serve here in Zambia and that we would be renewed each day with purpose and joy! Love to you.
I think I've hit exhaustion already. Going all day and staying up late is not doing my health good. Several people have already gotten sick and I do not want to get it. A nap was helpful after dinner, so that I sould sing.
A couple of items of note....we ate shema for the first time at lunch. It is the traditional Zambian meal, usually eaten with the right hand only, no utensils. We were allowed to adjust it a little, as long as we tried it. It wasn't terrible but I could not eat it daily as the locals do.
After dinner we went to watch the sunset, which was beautiful! The best spot is over by the soccer field and a game was going on...bonus! I was able to take some video and pictures of the events. My nap was soon after, then it was chorus practice time with Webster. We now know 3 songs in Tonga and are doing very well. Lots of compliments coming our way! I'm pretty sure I smile ear to ear when I'm singing in a different language. We will be performing these songs when we visit our cook, Leonard's church. I can't wait!
Continue praying that sickness will not dampen our spirits to serve here in Zambia and that we would be renewed each day with purpose and joy! Love to you.
Sister, Sister
Wednesday, May 23
Second day of therapy went a lot smoother than the first. I
laughed a lot more, but I also stretched myself a lot more too. I changed my
first two Zambian diapers….so different from babies back home. They use cloth diapers and of course smells
are different. I think the aunties are
warming up to us too. Seeing us more as friends than intruders is a great
thing.
Tonight, we watched the sunset after dinner and met some of
the college girls. They told my roommate and I that we had to come “visit our
sisters” very soon. We asked if we could see their dormitories and set up a
plan for Saturday. I really want to continue finding Zambian friends that can
teach me even more about life in this country!
Written in the Stars
Tuesday, May 22
Today was our first day of official therapy. It was
difficult to make it exactly like therapy in the States, but we are good to
have even a little progress. Small steps. These babies are orphans, which means
they’ve lost their mother, so whatever help we can give them will be
beneficial. Most of all they need to be held, loved and given attention
individually. The groups stay the same but rotate supervisors and houses during
these weeks ahead. My supervisor is Kara this week and we are doing a good
amount of language therapy. My group members are Shealynn, Hannah, and Kristen.
As for the babies, I have had more time with Jessie, Wade,
Botias, Joseph and Memory. I am feeling more comfortable with “being dirty” and
finding joy in the simplicity of life here in Zambia. Tuesdays and Thursdays
are blackout nights for the country. Usually from 6-8 pm the lights go out and
we have to entertain ourselves with flashlights. Our game of choice so far has
been Nertz. At 8 pm, we met with Webster to practice singing. He taught us a
Tongan song that we had heard on Sunday at church. When I heard it on Sunday,
the harmonies almost moved me to tears it was so beautiful! I could not tell if
Webster was completely pleased but we had fun anyways and I think we sound
pretty good for it not being our language.
Our last roommate made it to Zambia and the four of us work
well together. We even had a bonding workout with abs, arms and legs. Welcome
to Africa (WTA)!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Suddenly I See
Monday, May 21
Last night was a late night, as we played Nertz and had roommate chat. This morning we went to evaluate the children at the Haven. We broke into groups for the three houses so that there would be enough hands to go around. I was at Haven 3, the house with the medically fragile children. Even though they have to be cared for to a higher level, they are still in need of love.
We checked their oral structures, suck/swallow reflex, tone, attention, and muscle control. Some babies had more to be concerned with than others. We were then able to feed the older ones "shema" (a common dish that is corn based and grit-like) and the younger ones "porridge" or formula from a bottle. This time allowed us to check their swallowing and chewing patterns, which is what we'll be doing for the next three-four weeks. I am falling for the children more and more each day, wanting to hold them and love them the way that they desire and deserve. God is helping me put away the selfish desires that plague me in the States. The desire to look good outwardly and think of my agenda is beginning to fade. What an awesome blessing!
Tonight we are going to get our official schedule for the coming work weeks. I am anxious to see and understand what I am supposed to do. If I'm honest, my brain is wanting to be in summer mode but it needs to be in therapy mode still. For the most part, I like to plan things ahead of time and this placement will be difficult to do a lot of that.
Anyways, please continue praying for the children of Zambia, the group here and our travels in between. We are truly blessed!
Last night was a late night, as we played Nertz and had roommate chat. This morning we went to evaluate the children at the Haven. We broke into groups for the three houses so that there would be enough hands to go around. I was at Haven 3, the house with the medically fragile children. Even though they have to be cared for to a higher level, they are still in need of love.
We checked their oral structures, suck/swallow reflex, tone, attention, and muscle control. Some babies had more to be concerned with than others. We were then able to feed the older ones "shema" (a common dish that is corn based and grit-like) and the younger ones "porridge" or formula from a bottle. This time allowed us to check their swallowing and chewing patterns, which is what we'll be doing for the next three-four weeks. I am falling for the children more and more each day, wanting to hold them and love them the way that they desire and deserve. God is helping me put away the selfish desires that plague me in the States. The desire to look good outwardly and think of my agenda is beginning to fade. What an awesome blessing!
Tonight we are going to get our official schedule for the coming work weeks. I am anxious to see and understand what I am supposed to do. If I'm honest, my brain is wanting to be in summer mode but it needs to be in therapy mode still. For the most part, I like to plan things ahead of time and this placement will be difficult to do a lot of that.
Anyways, please continue praying for the children of Zambia, the group here and our travels in between. We are truly blessed!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
A Joyful Noise
First morning at Zambian church! There are many young people from the college and high school. Some of the babies come from the Haven. The one that sat on my lap was names Luca (Luke) and he loved to play with my watch! Other than occupying him, I was able to sing with my Zambian brothers and sisters in Christ! It filled my heart with such joy to be singing again.
I did not stay for the sermon because I went to "Children's Church". I will have to ask what the sermon was about and stay another week. During the children's time, we sang more songs and heard a small Bible story about the Good Samaritan. Their teacher asked them to think about bringing their best outfit to give away to someone they do not know as a way of helping them like the Good Samaritan. I was blown away by the request, but humbled at the same time. God loves all of his children and this was just one glimpse of the soul that exists in the children here.
Sunday's are down time for us, so this may be my day to post every week. I am not sure. Thank you for reading and commenting when you can! It is encouraging to me. I also learned the Tongan for "I love you" but I will type it another time. Besos!
I did not stay for the sermon because I went to "Children's Church". I will have to ask what the sermon was about and stay another week. During the children's time, we sang more songs and heard a small Bible story about the Good Samaritan. Their teacher asked them to think about bringing their best outfit to give away to someone they do not know as a way of helping them like the Good Samaritan. I was blown away by the request, but humbled at the same time. God loves all of his children and this was just one glimpse of the soul that exists in the children here.
Sunday's are down time for us, so this may be my day to post every week. I am not sure. Thank you for reading and commenting when you can! It is encouraging to me. I also learned the Tongan for "I love you" but I will type it another time. Besos!
Same Kind of Different as Me
Saturday, May 19
Today is our first day trip to Kalomo. It is a very small village but the markets are good for buying "chitenge" (said sh-tang-ee). That is a type of fabric that is worn around the waist as a skirt for women, made into headbands, purses, quilts, wallets, aprons and many other things. I did not buy any of this in the village but I did convert my money to "kwacha", the Zambian currency. The ratio is 5,000 kwacha=$1...lots of math to do when buying things. They like small bills too, which the bank does not readily give.
When we returned to the mission, I spent time with my housemates out on the roadside playing with some of the school kids. We played their versions of "Down by the Banks", "Little Sally Walker", "Duck, Duck, Goose" and "Father (Mother) May I". Hilarious! We had a few minutes before lunch to buy things from Mrs. Mona. She makes things out of chitenge. I bought a headband, apron, bag, and a wallet for only 155 kwacha (you do the math). After lunch we began organizing our materials and began working on the slow internet.
Little to no water is still a problem, but we can make do. There is clean water to drink and brush your teeth with, but not much to shower or flush the toilet. It is getting fixed tomorrow.
I am enjoying everything so far!
After writing the first part of this blog, I sat down with my housemates and one of our local night guards named Webster, to learn some Tongan. We learned words for hello, goodnight, thank you, what is your name, how old are you, I'm fine, perfect, beautiful, and my name is...all very long words with many syllables. I love learning new languages!! Webster is a great teacher and a new friend as well.
Today is our first day trip to Kalomo. It is a very small village but the markets are good for buying "chitenge" (said sh-tang-ee). That is a type of fabric that is worn around the waist as a skirt for women, made into headbands, purses, quilts, wallets, aprons and many other things. I did not buy any of this in the village but I did convert my money to "kwacha", the Zambian currency. The ratio is 5,000 kwacha=$1...lots of math to do when buying things. They like small bills too, which the bank does not readily give.
When we returned to the mission, I spent time with my housemates out on the roadside playing with some of the school kids. We played their versions of "Down by the Banks", "Little Sally Walker", "Duck, Duck, Goose" and "Father (Mother) May I". Hilarious! We had a few minutes before lunch to buy things from Mrs. Mona. She makes things out of chitenge. I bought a headband, apron, bag, and a wallet for only 155 kwacha (you do the math). After lunch we began organizing our materials and began working on the slow internet.
Little to no water is still a problem, but we can make do. There is clean water to drink and brush your teeth with, but not much to shower or flush the toilet. It is getting fixed tomorrow.
I am enjoying everything so far!
After writing the first part of this blog, I sat down with my housemates and one of our local night guards named Webster, to learn some Tongan. We learned words for hello, goodnight, thank you, what is your name, how old are you, I'm fine, perfect, beautiful, and my name is...all very long words with many syllables. I love learning new languages!! Webster is a great teacher and a new friend as well.
Captivating
Friday, May 18
This morning was a breakfast of French toast and fruit. Good
stuff. We have a man named Leonard that cooks meals for us. His food is
amazing! We are never hungry and will most likely not lose weight on this
trip…oh well. We then walked the path to The Haven, which is the orphanage that
we will be working for during our time here. The path is quite a walk through
the bush, but it gives you time to gather your thoughts and give your best once
you’re there. I was at the back of the pack walking and so when I arrived I did
not have a baby to hold while on the tour. I love babies but have never dealt
with them on a daily basis in another country before. As soon as I held the
first one, Quinton, I was hooked! We had time to go to all three Haven houses
and I could not choose just one.
The boys in Haven 3 like to laugh and be silly- love love-
Caleb, Lincoln, Joseph and Leo. In Haven 2, the little girls stole my heart!
The first was Leah and there were two others who walked up and sat in my lap. I
will have to lean their names soon!
Besides being peed on, it was great! Haven 1 has the tiniest
babies- Botias, Tim and Louise were the favorites there. Now we are waiting for
lunch…more to come. Hakuna matata.
New Places, New Faces
Thursday, May 17
Next morning we went to the airport for our final flight to
Zambia. There were a few odd traditions on this flight…keeping the shades open
for takeoff and spraying the cabin for bugs before takeoff. Once we braved the
bumpy ride, we hopped on a bus to Namwianga for an hour and a half. Namwianga
is the name of mission that we are staying and working at this summer. We toured
the facilities and found our rooms. I think I know everyone’s name now. I currently have 2 roommates, Miriam (Mel)
and Catarina (Cathy). Ashley is a tag-along with the group and she stays in the
room across from us. Only two spiders were spotted so far. I am on the top bunk
and have a canopy mosquito net. The mosquitos haven’t seemed to be biting but
we are taking every precaution to make sure that we don’t get malaria.
Busy Streets
Wednesday, May 16
The flight to Jo-burg was overnight and we gained 7 hours
from Texas time. At approximately 4:45 pm we landed in Johannesburg, South
Africa. The airport was massive and the shopping extensive within the airport,
but we had to wait. There was a drug dog in the airport, a beagle that was
searching for items to declare. I just thought it interesting that a beagle was
chosen over our large German shepherds in the U.S.
We stayed at Africa Centre for the night. It was an airport
hotel, which in my mind is less than 1 mile away, but we were able to
experience the full driving effect in South Africa. They drive on the opposite
side of the car, opposite side of the road and the speeds are high. It is a bit
scary at times! We arrived safe and sound, despite the busy streets, in group
waves. We waited three hours to get our dinner food and crashed for the night.
The beds were extremely comfy and warm!
Waka Waka….Time for Africa
Tuesday, May 15
The 7 of us Wildcats met at DFW airport around lunchtime to
prepare for our flight to ATL. We had time to eat at the TGI Friday’s in the
airport. Last phone calls and notices were made and we were off. Flight was
smooth and we met up with the Harding group in Atlanta. Once we changed into
out burnt orange (UT colored J)
HIZ-PATH t-shirts, the newly united group flew to Johannesburg, South Africa. I
don’t remember the flight to South America very well but I’m pretty sure this
flight was just as long, if not longer! The food was good but my allergies were
not cooperating. I watched three movies from the wide selection on the Delta
flight (points to that airline) and slept the rest of the way.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
5 days to takeoff...
Once again, it has been another month since I've posted. It has been fast and furious trying to get assignments finished and things packed for my first excursion of the summer. I think I concluded the semester with a lot of knowledge but with As and Bs in my classes. That is just fine with me...still made it out alive!
I will be leaving the good ol' US of A this coming Tuesday for Namwianga, Zambia. Thank you to all of you who have supported me financially and with your prayers. I am truly blessed by you! Even though I am very excited to be experiencing yet another country, continent and culture, I am nervous about what exactly will happen. Getting things in order has been quite a challenge. God is in control of all things and I will be leaning on Him to settle my uncertainties. Please pray that our group has safe travels and that we would bless others as much as we are blessed in return.
There may have been a point where I mentioned this phrase in a blog back in 2009, but I think it is still very true: traveling/doing mission work in other countries is like a horcrux (Harry Potter reference)...we leave a part of ourselves there and are never the same again. In our case, we change for the better and grow because of everything, which I am always encouraged by.
Let me know if there is anything that I can be praying about for you! We are Made for More, Chosen for Change, Loved for Life!
~D
I will be leaving the good ol' US of A this coming Tuesday for Namwianga, Zambia. Thank you to all of you who have supported me financially and with your prayers. I am truly blessed by you! Even though I am very excited to be experiencing yet another country, continent and culture, I am nervous about what exactly will happen. Getting things in order has been quite a challenge. God is in control of all things and I will be leaning on Him to settle my uncertainties. Please pray that our group has safe travels and that we would bless others as much as we are blessed in return.
There may have been a point where I mentioned this phrase in a blog back in 2009, but I think it is still very true: traveling/doing mission work in other countries is like a horcrux (Harry Potter reference)...we leave a part of ourselves there and are never the same again. In our case, we change for the better and grow because of everything, which I am always encouraged by.
Let me know if there is anything that I can be praying about for you! We are Made for More, Chosen for Change, Loved for Life!
~D
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
35 Days Out
March was a busy month for me! Spring Break was wedged in between assignments and clinic hours, to create a blink. I was able to visit my "ex-roommate" and great friend Kate Huggins in Memphis, TN. I had never been to Tennessee before and I am always ready for new adventures. Linley and I drove for 10 hours in the pouring rain to get there on Sunday. Scary stuff! Thankfully the Lord provided cautious drivers to surround us and good sense to stop when we needed to. Kate had prepared dinner when we arrived, so we had a chance to catch up. She would be at work during the weekdays, while Linley and I were on our own to explore the city. The National Civil Rights Museum was a big hit! I learned so much more depth about our country's struggle than I had before. It also detailed Dr. Martin Luther King's assassination, which was devastating but being the detective that I am, fascinating. My love for the cultures of the world has been growing for several years now and I saw that side as well.
I won't go in to every detail of the trip, but we ate at the famous places and went to the zoo. The zoo had a female panda named Yaya (which if you know me well, that is my nickname), so I thought it was cool to see. I've missed my friend Kate being in Texas, but it was nice to see how she lives now. We will always be friends, no matter where in the world life takes us.
On another note, I have been learning so much in my clinic placement. It truly makes me think about what I want to do the rest of my life, and if this is it. My desire to speak God's love into people's lives through compassion, care and encouragement is growing with my knowledge. The more confident I am in my faith, the more confident I am as a person, which in turn gives me confidence to reach out. What a life God has for me! The title of today's post relates to the countdown for Zambia. I am no where near ready to go physically or mentally, because school is still priority. My heart, however, is rearing to go! Zambia for six weeks, then in July I am going to be in Peru for 12 days! This is a new development since I last posted...and one that I never expected to be real. Who gets to go to two countries that she's never been to in one summer?! God is absolutely incredible. If I'm honest, I only had the faith that he would provide funds for my Zambia trip. He has provided so much more for my sister and I to go to Peru with Southern Hills! I just picture him saying something like he does in the book of John..."You believe after this miracle? Just wait to see what I still have in store for you! It is so much greater than what you've already seen!"...or something very similar.
If God has the power to send me where my heart desires to be, then what else am I not asking and seeking for, that He already has planned? Crazy to think about. Life is passing quickly...I just turned 23 on the 27th of March! This could easily be 5 weeks of stress and depression, but I want to embrace each day with joy. My clients will see it through their child eyes and others will ask why. Hopefully it will not take me 35 days to post again...blessings!
I won't go in to every detail of the trip, but we ate at the famous places and went to the zoo. The zoo had a female panda named Yaya (which if you know me well, that is my nickname), so I thought it was cool to see. I've missed my friend Kate being in Texas, but it was nice to see how she lives now. We will always be friends, no matter where in the world life takes us.
On another note, I have been learning so much in my clinic placement. It truly makes me think about what I want to do the rest of my life, and if this is it. My desire to speak God's love into people's lives through compassion, care and encouragement is growing with my knowledge. The more confident I am in my faith, the more confident I am as a person, which in turn gives me confidence to reach out. What a life God has for me! The title of today's post relates to the countdown for Zambia. I am no where near ready to go physically or mentally, because school is still priority. My heart, however, is rearing to go! Zambia for six weeks, then in July I am going to be in Peru for 12 days! This is a new development since I last posted...and one that I never expected to be real. Who gets to go to two countries that she's never been to in one summer?! God is absolutely incredible. If I'm honest, I only had the faith that he would provide funds for my Zambia trip. He has provided so much more for my sister and I to go to Peru with Southern Hills! I just picture him saying something like he does in the book of John..."You believe after this miracle? Just wait to see what I still have in store for you! It is so much greater than what you've already seen!"...or something very similar.
If God has the power to send me where my heart desires to be, then what else am I not asking and seeking for, that He already has planned? Crazy to think about. Life is passing quickly...I just turned 23 on the 27th of March! This could easily be 5 weeks of stress and depression, but I want to embrace each day with joy. My clients will see it through their child eyes and others will ask why. Hopefully it will not take me 35 days to post again...blessings!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I Cannot Be All and Do All (only Jesus can)
My life is not perfect. I have a lot on my plate for such a "little" person. I counted one time and I think there were 10 things I had a role in. Maybe I've stated that on my blog before but it still astounds me how I have trouble saying 'no'. They are all good things: HS LifeGroup leader, Bible Bowl helper, clinician, GA, student, friend, family member, MS volunteer, research and prep for Zambia. Whew!
In doing and saying all of this, I hate to disappoint people. I feel that if I like/love doing it, am good at it and someone "expects" me to do it then I should. Well today I found out that my busyness has carried over into tardiness for therapy hours. Not good. Not only is it unprofessional but it might cause me one less letter of reccomendation. It is something that is easily fixed, but will still be difficult to attain. This is a perfect example of my need for the One who can do all and be all. He is my answer and the one that I will answer to someday. Our department is making a shirt for convention and it has a verse on it that reminds us who we truly work for. The Lord is the One who will recieve all glory; not ourselves or anyone else, God alone!
That makes my heart glad :) I can rejoice and not let worry control me.
EVERYTHING works together for THE GOOD.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Holy Spirit is like the Cream Cheese inside a Chocolate Chip Cookie
Odd title.
My family finally sat down to celebrate mine (Feb. 4) and my sister's (Feb. 21) spiritual birthdays. For dessert, mom had made cream cheese filled chocolate chip cookies...Erika thought it would be appropriate to say that we are the chocolate chip cookies and the Holy Spirit is the cream cheese inside us. How true that is! A chocolate chip cookie is great on it's own, but the cream cheese makes it even sweeter. It cannot be seen from the outside, but once you bite in it is hard to deny.
The Spirit should always dwell inside each of us. It is that soft whisper that we hear and the excitement that others see in us. Here's to 11 years and 2 years! May our futures be full of insight and sweet cream cheese!
My family finally sat down to celebrate mine (Feb. 4) and my sister's (Feb. 21) spiritual birthdays. For dessert, mom had made cream cheese filled chocolate chip cookies...Erika thought it would be appropriate to say that we are the chocolate chip cookies and the Holy Spirit is the cream cheese inside us. How true that is! A chocolate chip cookie is great on it's own, but the cream cheese makes it even sweeter. It cannot be seen from the outside, but once you bite in it is hard to deny.
The Spirit should always dwell inside each of us. It is that soft whisper that we hear and the excitement that others see in us. Here's to 11 years and 2 years! May our futures be full of insight and sweet cream cheese!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Closer to the Swing
This week has been yet another fast and furious one. Even though my time is more consumed and accounted for, I am beginning to get the hang of it. It is difficult to see myself as a therapist that provides services to people, but it takes time. My supervisor has given me great advice while allowing me to ease into sessions. I can only continue to grow and give my sessions to God.
My life has changed over the last 2 1/2 years to include an increasing passion for reading my Bible and praying on a regular basis. That was my goal for years and I would do well for periods of time, but could never delve into a relationship with my Father that was more than asking for things. I truly think that my time with the teens at Southern Hills forced a growth that might have taken several more years otherwise. Not only was I teaching, but I was learning what it all meant to me. I began to meet friends who accepted me for who I am and didn't ask me to be anyone else. It is really cool to look back and see how I've changed for the better. I am able to try things but still remember who I am and whose I am.
Just yesterday at church, I was more outgoing than I have ever been. Moving when were were told to move and speaking words to people that I normally keep to myself. Without sounding like I am bragging, I felt like the Spirit was alive in me. I teared up easily when something was said back to me...I think that is a good thing. One of my mentors prayed over me and asked that I CHASE God. I know that he is always chasing me, but am I always chasing Him? That hit me and challenged me to never stop.
Well, that's all the thoughts I have for today. Tomorrow is Valentine's day...more to come!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
This Color Runs
Exciting weekend in Austin, TX! I was able to be with girls from my cohort and other friends from ACU to hang out. We came down on Thursday night stayed until Sunday afternoon. Lots of adventure: Z Tejas, Mt. Bonnell, Amy's, Sherlock's, the Drag, and 6th street.
I tried to eat at places I hadn't and see things I hadn't seen.
But the main event was the Color Run! It was very windy and cold the morning of the race but over 10,000 people were at this race. We had to walk/ride 2 miles after we parked to get there.
Since we were late, all of the color was gone during the run but there was plenty of MUD!! People lost their shoes and took them off for a section of the race. I actually ran only half of it, and climbed, spashed, scampered and walked though the rest. The festival was awesome though! Lots of color and we were covered. Blue, purple, yellow, pink, teal, orange and green! What could be better?! I escaped without any serious injury, but my friends got cuts on their feet or sick from the weather. At least we all attempted a 5K.
I had a great time and always love adventures with friends!
Live Love
I tried to eat at places I hadn't and see things I hadn't seen.
But the main event was the Color Run! It was very windy and cold the morning of the race but over 10,000 people were at this race. We had to walk/ride 2 miles after we parked to get there.
Since we were late, all of the color was gone during the run but there was plenty of MUD!! People lost their shoes and took them off for a section of the race. I actually ran only half of it, and climbed, spashed, scampered and walked though the rest. The festival was awesome though! Lots of color and we were covered. Blue, purple, yellow, pink, teal, orange and green! What could be better?! I escaped without any serious injury, but my friends got cuts on their feet or sick from the weather. At least we all attempted a 5K.
I had a great time and always love adventures with friends!
Live Love
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Live Laugh Love
The phrase 'Live, Laugh, Love' has been gracing the walls and mantles of families for several years now. To be honest, I had lost sight of its true meaning until the funeral today. Matt Phillips embodied the phrase without fail around every person he came in contact with. He knew his life might be shorter than other people's but he would not let that stop him from living a full life. Every single word that was said about him was the exact word I would've described him with. I get so caught up in my problems that life passes me by. He sure did have an infectious laugh! He could laugh at himself more than anyone else. I think I forget to laugh at myself sometimes. And love. Matt loved in many ways. Through encouraging and including people, through his laughter, through his intellect, and through is desire to lead people to Christ. Also another thing I lose sight of at times...and I do not have a physical disability!
This little man was a giant to many people.
On another note, I have been giving therapy at West Texas Rehab center for a few days now and have learned so much. I feel like my brain will explode but that I am taking steps towards a career. I haven't decided where I want to work and God has many open doors for me. All I know, is that this next 18 months will fly by! We are guaranteed to not be the same person when we finish. The truth is, I am never 'finished', until God chooses to bring me home. Then I will be perfect, just like Matt is now.
Keep reading (and trusting)...brighter days will come soon! Be joy
This little man was a giant to many people.
On another note, I have been giving therapy at West Texas Rehab center for a few days now and have learned so much. I feel like my brain will explode but that I am taking steps towards a career. I haven't decided where I want to work and God has many open doors for me. All I know, is that this next 18 months will fly by! We are guaranteed to not be the same person when we finish. The truth is, I am never 'finished', until God chooses to bring me home. Then I will be perfect, just like Matt is now.
Keep reading (and trusting)...brighter days will come soon! Be joy
Monday, January 30, 2012
Tears and Mr. Smiley
If anyone ever thought you could run out of tears, I am pretty positive that you can't (unless there's a disorder). My last 3 days have been full of gut-wrenching cries. Most likely its what my body needed, but I also know that God is working on my heart and soul. He takes every seemingly bleak event and turns it into something good to those who love Him.
I had never fully realized the impact that someone can have on me and I on them. Whether it comes through a spoken word, a hug, or even a smile, it all means the same. I am loved! I can't decide if it's sad that I realize it differently every day, or if its just a blessing that God has created within me.All of this growing, brokenhearted and empty, is teaching me more than I could ever learn otherwise.
Mr. Smiley would be Matt Phillips. A beaming light of perseverence and faith who I became friends with at Southern Hills CoC. He just turned 16 this past Wednesday and I was able to join the youth in singing 'Happy Birthday'. How emabarrassed he was but his smile never left his face! Late last night (after I was already asleep), I was informed by text message that he had passed away. What a note to wake up to in the morning before my first real day of therapy! I had just seen him 4 days previous. While we all miss him here and will feel a hole in the youth group, I know that he is running and jumping in heaven. You see, he grew up with what is commonly known as Brittle Bone Disease and was in a wheelchair. He could not do sports, but he could swim and outspell anyone I know. I will forever be blessed and inspired by this guy.
Whatever I have been, or will face will be small in comparison. Thank you Lord, for Matt Phillips and the life that you gave him here on earth. I pray that many more people would come to know you because of his unfailing love for You.
I had never fully realized the impact that someone can have on me and I on them. Whether it comes through a spoken word, a hug, or even a smile, it all means the same. I am loved! I can't decide if it's sad that I realize it differently every day, or if its just a blessing that God has created within me.All of this growing, brokenhearted and empty, is teaching me more than I could ever learn otherwise.
Mr. Smiley would be Matt Phillips. A beaming light of perseverence and faith who I became friends with at Southern Hills CoC. He just turned 16 this past Wednesday and I was able to join the youth in singing 'Happy Birthday'. How emabarrassed he was but his smile never left his face! Late last night (after I was already asleep), I was informed by text message that he had passed away. What a note to wake up to in the morning before my first real day of therapy! I had just seen him 4 days previous. While we all miss him here and will feel a hole in the youth group, I know that he is running and jumping in heaven. You see, he grew up with what is commonly known as Brittle Bone Disease and was in a wheelchair. He could not do sports, but he could swim and outspell anyone I know. I will forever be blessed and inspired by this guy.
Whatever I have been, or will face will be small in comparison. Thank you Lord, for Matt Phillips and the life that you gave him here on earth. I pray that many more people would come to know you because of his unfailing love for You.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
A New Life
So after being dormant for about a year and a half, I am resurrecting my blog. A LOT has has happened since I last wrote on here! My main reason for coming back is that the upcoming months will hopefully contain experiences worth writing about. As a first year (second semester) graduate student...crazy, I know....I plan on joining the Harding Speech Pathology program in Zambia this summer for 6 weeks. More details to come!
As for now, one of my very close friends is leaving the country to do mission work in South Africa for 9 months. I will greatly miss him, but we will hopefully see each other in May/June! While I am here, I will be getting clinic hours at West Texas Rehab Center, keeping up with classes and doing some work with the youth at SoHo still.
I have been enjoying the new Bank (Student Recreation and Wellness Center) at ACU. Several of my cohort members go with me, or indoor soccer happens on Thursday nights. My sister, who is a Senior at Abilene High and a captain of her soccer team, will be at ACU next year (which I am excited about). Time sure does fly!
The only not so good thing that has occurred, was my dad having a slight stroke close to New Year's. He is doing better now. On medication, in rehab and easing back into the work life. We were very blessed with prayers, support, and the fact that it could have been much worse. God is so good!
If anyone is still going to read this, let me know. I'd love to hear from you! I also hope to be a more consistent blogger...
Love to you and yours!
As for now, one of my very close friends is leaving the country to do mission work in South Africa for 9 months. I will greatly miss him, but we will hopefully see each other in May/June! While I am here, I will be getting clinic hours at West Texas Rehab Center, keeping up with classes and doing some work with the youth at SoHo still.
I have been enjoying the new Bank (Student Recreation and Wellness Center) at ACU. Several of my cohort members go with me, or indoor soccer happens on Thursday nights. My sister, who is a Senior at Abilene High and a captain of her soccer team, will be at ACU next year (which I am excited about). Time sure does fly!
The only not so good thing that has occurred, was my dad having a slight stroke close to New Year's. He is doing better now. On medication, in rehab and easing back into the work life. We were very blessed with prayers, support, and the fact that it could have been much worse. God is so good!
If anyone is still going to read this, let me know. I'd love to hear from you! I also hope to be a more consistent blogger...
Love to you and yours!
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