Sunday, January 24, 2010
in the shower with cabbage...
a weekly ritual... sanitizing my produce in the shower... capful of bleach and a 20 minute soak, apparently this kills typhoid... so far so good!
in a hole...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
when things get tough...
I have reached my half way point in this journey... except 200 days in Africa will actually become more like 300 by the time I depart... and this is when things get tough...
So at this climatic median I have a crucial decision to make... do I stay for the next 150 days, or do I pat myself on the back and say, “You did a good work” and go home?
Both ideas twist through my mind at night as I lay in my bed. It would be easy for me to go home because, I am a natural born (confession) quitter. When things get tough I want to bail... and (another confession) many times I do, so more recently I have been trying to change that terribly “human” flaw within me.
The terribly “human” flaw that tells me,
“It’s okay to quit... you gave it a fair try, you made an effort, it just wasn’t for you.”More recently, when I get to that momentary fork in the road I don’t choose one direction or another, not immediately at least, I stop and I am still.
This moment happened for me yesterday while at school. Between two of my classes I walked into the supply closet, locked the door and cried out for God to give me strength... I sat on the floor and was absolutely STILL. I think He must have heard me because I made it through the day!
Then today I went online to read about the devastation in Haiti and I was literally sick in my soul. People who survived the disaster are now dying of dehydration, and suffocating under 10-20 feet or rubble because the entire country is in shambles. One news website estimated that the effects of this tragedy will impact the lives of over 3 million people. 3 MILLION PEOPLE... that is nearly a third of their population.
and this is when things get tough...
Today I watched a homeless man stumble down the street to beg for coins so he could eat.
Today I took the hand of a little boy who lives outside of my compound and he began to cry because his hand was cut and the wound was infected.
Today I hired a grown man to patrol my school campus who has never learned how to read or write.
Today I welcomed a new student into my fifth grade class because at her previous school she was flogged for forgetting her veil.
and this is when things get tough...
I am reminded of Paul and his amazing endurance “when things get tough”.
To the church in Corinth he writes;
...Well now is the right time to listen, the day to be helped. Don’t put it off; don’t frustrate God’s work by showing up late, throwing a question mark over everything we are doing. Our work as God’s servants gets validated- or not- in the details. People are watching us as we stay at our post, alertly, unswervingly... in hard times, tough times, bad times, when we’re beaten up, jailed, and mobbed; working hard, working late, working without eating; with pure heart, clear head, steady hand; in gentleness, holiness, and honest love; when we’re telling the truth, and when God’s showing His power; when we’re doing our best settling things right; when we’re praised, and when we’re blamed; slandered, and honored; true to our word, though distrusted; ignored by the world, but recognized by God; terrifically alive, though rumored to be dead; beaten within an inch of our lives, but refusing to die; immersed in tears, yet always filled with deep joy; living on handouts, yet enriching many; having nothing, having it all.
when things get tough...
Currently, my thoughts turn to these words written by a man who, through the tough stuff decided to choose the road of perseverance.
You see, Paul was a wise, wise man who knew that the journey was not to reach a prize, but in fact the journey was the prize!
I am dead yet terrifically alive.
I am immersed in tears and possessing deep joy.
I am living on handouts yet enriching many.
I am having nothing, and having it all...
...and this is when things get tough, so I choose the journey not the prize!
Continue to pray for me and the lives I am blessed to encounter on this journey.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
stimulants... a teacher's best friend!
I never thought myself to be a morning person... then I began teaching, now I love the morning... it's like another day within the day... it is AMAZING what one can accomplish when they quit sleeping until noon (HA!).
One time while teaching (in the U.S.A.) I was walking down the hallway to greet my students for the day when a parent walked by me and held up his travel coffee mug to motion "cheers". I looked down at my coffee mug and raised it in response...
Since then I have never looked back... let's just say coffee has become my lifeblood, even in Ghana!
Friday, January 8, 2010
completely off topic...
I know it’s a security precaution but seriously?
I am soooo OVER the “secret messages” I have to type just to send an email and this is why... I can’t do it! No lie, EVERY time one of those encrypted strands of random letters and numbers appears on my screen I have to hit the handicap button! By the way... does having a handicap button offend anyone... Perhaps those who are handicapped? I wanna know because it certainly offends me!
Just an impulsive thought I was having as I was sending emails this afternoon... thought I would put in the blog universe!