Thankfulness in my heart

I have five months left in Uganda.  Sometimes I feel the anxiety creeping in as I think about life changes, saying a multitude of goodbyes to people and a place that I love so much, reentering life in America, all that has to happen before I head to Kenya, the list goes on.  As a team we have been studying Colossians.  In Chapter 3 there is a verse that says “Let the peace of Christ rule in your heart and be thankful.”  I am not so good at letting the peace of Christ run my life.

A friend of mine came over to pray a week or so ago.  She is a single parent who really needs a job.  She has a lot on her mind... a lot she could be anxious about.  She said that a friend had told her she needed to read her Bible and she came upon Philippians 4.  Guess what that says?  Don’t get anxious about anything... but talk to God about it and be thankful and the peace of Christ will guard your heart.  I like that picture of peace being a guard.  It is not like hard things are going to stop coming at me.  I still have to deal with all that stuff.  But as the arrows come the peace of Christ keeps my heart safe.    

So what keeps me safe?  How can I let the peace of Christ rule in my heart?  By being thankful, by remembering God’s faithfulness to me and what he has already done. These are just a few of the things I have to be thankful for.

One of my biggest fears coming into this was being lonely, God has been so faithful to provide roommates.  So far I have had 8 different roommates and only about 2 weeks of being alone.

My entire family... Mom, Dad Randy, Rachel came all the way to Uganda to see me this year!  

I have an awesome team here in Bundibugyo that is like a family.

God has blessed me with great Ugandan friends.

I get to live in an incredibly beautiful place with lush green everywhere, towering mountains, and it is WARM almost every day. The sun makes me so happy :)

God has directed my path and showed me where to take the next step as I make plans to teach at RVA.

God in all his glory and in perfect happiness left heaven because I could not come to him.  And he came down to be with me.  

I have a lot to be thankful for and God’s faithfulness to me is never ceasing!  And this is PEACE!

chasing chimps through the jungle

Not an ordinary Thanksgiving day activity, but an awesome one for sure.  To read more about the adventure check out Pamela's blog here's a sneak peak...

The Ants go marching 5000 by 5000

This morning as I as putting in my contacts the first thing I noticed upon clearer vision, was hundreds of ant  pouring in our window.  As I inspected them a little closer I noticed that they were impali, the blood drawing safari ants that move in rivers.  As proof that I have become somewhat used to all the unwanted critters I just thought to my self, “gross!”  Then went to get the Doom, our preferred hands off bug killer, and fumigated the area.  And our tooth brushes were just below the puffs of chemicals.  Oh well I thought... not something I wanted to deal with on Sunday morning.  

About 10 minutes later Pamela got up and noticed that there were ants coming in her window too.  So I figured that I better go outside and check on the situation.  I tucked my pajama pants into my gum boots and and headed around the house.  I should have know it was going to be bad when the dogs didn’t even follow me on my investigation.  When turned the corner, to my horror, there were at least 10 little rivers of ants moving up the side of the house into the bathroom window and above towards the roof, carrying little eggs... INTO OUR HOUSE!  My only weapon at the time was my can of doom which I began to spray furiously at the lines of ant.  Also further dousing our tooth brushes with doom.  This method was clearly not going to be effective for the masses of ants trying to enter our house.  And now I was mad.  

I came inside and mixed up some kerosene and water in a bucket.  Since all things living hate kerosene.  I was attempting to make a barrier around our house to deter the little menaces from further intrusion.  I plodded back to declare war.  As I started to douce them I realized that not only were they moving up the house by bathroom window but they were going into a crack in the wall by Pamela’s room.  They were now scattering all over the yard congregating in little masses to attack and devour other unsuspecting bugs... gross!  Jess and Pamela noticed that they were coming in the office window too.  I then saw the inch wide, half-inch deep river or ants running along the side of the house between the windows.  I quickly finished my bucket and went to mix up some more kerosene death.  I made a perimeter and kind of went crazy throwing it around... definitely not an activity I ever thought I would be doing... pouring kerosene on my house.  But it was working and the ants were starting to retreat.  I had to go out and do this another time before church and another after.  But our back yard is now a grave yard for 1000s of impali as well as Pamela’s room and the bathroom.  Pamela pointed out that this would be the perfect time to have a shop vac... only in our dreams.  And we probably should have worn masks to go back there due to the strong fumes.    But we held the troops off for a least another day!  Hoping Monday morning doesn’t hold the same fate :)

What God Joined together

Usta was one of my first Ugandan friends.  She has taught me most of the Lubwisi that I know.  She welcomed me into her home for my first overnight experience.  She was a prayer partner.  I remember  praying with her that God would provide a godly husband for her.

I was very sad about a year ago when she moved to Bundibugyo town 30 minutes away to get a better paid teaching job to help put her brothers through school.  But this was all part of God's plan for her.  Because she met Robert.  And about a week ago they got hitched!  It was such a fun wedding!

Groomsmen, grooms family and pastor entering!

Bridal procession.  Usta is in the green.

A happy, clapping, grandmother who probably wishes that she could be dancing with everyone else.

Usta and Robert

Cute kids sitting next to us.

dress change

Pamela and I with Usta

Please pray for Usta and Robert as they start a new life together.  Pray that Christ is the rock and foundation of their relationship.  Pray that as God blesses them that they will be a blessing to others.

A+

A great blood type for a teacher, I think.  Yesterday I gave blood for the first time ever.  Sad I know... in college I did tried to donate blood.  I confess my motive was some free t-shirt or subway sandwich.  But I was rejected because I had lived in Niger for several years as a kid.  Rejected for life!  While I was disappointed that I could not get the free sandwich, in some way I was a little relieved.  I have never really liked needles.

In Africa the standards are a little less stringent for blood donation.  I also must confess that I probably would not have been motivated to give blood in Africa either if not for the encouragement of my team mate Jessica.  (Jessica had just given blood to one of her patients, who was in desperate need of blood after her c-section.)  I guess it was a good idea, but as I have said I don’t do well with needles, and a total wimp when it comes to even minor pain.  I had a flash backs to a year ago when I had to get a mere vile of blood drawn for some tests.  The nurse who was a student, information I would have preferred not to know, kept plunging the needle into my arm in search for a blood vessel.  She finally hit one which failed to produce enough blood.  When she left the room I started to feel light headed at the thought of a repeat artery diving experience.  Another nurse walked by and suddenly exclaimed, “You are going to faint!”  She quickly instructed me to put my head down and led me to the bench where I could lie down for the other arm.  My right arm was more cooperative in blood giving and I managed to get out of there with out passing out.   

I put all this behind me and reminded myself it was all in my head.  The nurse at Kijabe Hospital expertly drew a quick vile and I passed with a hemoglobin of 13.5.  The nurse had pricked me in my right arm for this initial test, so I decided to use my left arm for the donation.  At this point I wish I had been thinking a little more about my near fainting experience and how the right arm worked so much better, but I had pushed that memory far from my mind.  I sat in the chair with my feet up, pumping my hand like crazy as the nurse looked down at my arm with a wrinkled brow and stated that I had very small veins. I began to worry a bit and give myself another pep talk.  She released the truncate and called someone else.  The other guy managed to get the massive needle in my tiny vein and the blood letting began.  It was so slow going, so slow that some needle gouging was done to try to get the process going.  Eventually they gave up as the blood in the bag started to clot.  And I hadn’t even produced1/2 a pint.  The nurse asked me if I wanted to try in the other arm.  I thought to myself, “Are you crazy?”  but some how my mouth must have agreed and Jess was there to second this and remind me this could save someone’s life. 

Praise the Lord he hit the vein on the first stick and we were in business.  And I did it!  I gave up a whole pint of my blood.  It is pretty amazing that my blood can actually be put into someone else’s veins and be used to carry their oxygen and nutrients through their body.  One last confession.  When I stood up I could feel that tingly feeling returning and I had to sit back down and have my bitter lemon soda be brought to me.  But hey, I got something for free, sustained only minor bruising the next day, and I had the hope that my A+ blood might do someone some good. 

"Smile Loud"

In Uganda the dental care options are limited and honestly kind of scary.  It has been a year since my last cleaning and that was when I was in the US.  The Kijabe Hospital in Kenya has a dental clinic, and last week Jessica and I both too advantage of this service.  I usually like going to the dentist... love that smooth, clean teeth feeling.  Jessica had a very thorough cleaning done by a hygienist named Millicent. In fact Jessica had to take Ibuprofen because the pain in her gums was so intense. Millicent... sounds a bit like that character in Sleeping Beauty... What was her name?  Naturally I was a little less enthusiastic about this visit, especially since I had a years worth of plaque to chisel off.  When I arrived in the clinic things were pretty western looking.  There was a waiting room where we all sat on cement benches.  Music was playing in the background.  Christian music, because this is a mission operation.  Point of Grace, I think... something from when I was in middle school.  The reading material was also a little outdated. It appeared that the only choices were National Geographic from before I was born.

I eventually was called back and ushered into a little room to wait for the hygienist.  Again, pretty normal, a dentist chair (only a few cracks in the vinyl), and appropriate looking tools.  No artwork or dental licenses on the wall or garfield posters on the ceiling.  I sat in the chair, which was kind of awkward because it was still reclined. I tried sitting side saddle, but this was weird too with the arm rests.  I turned around spying into the other rooms to see how other people were sitting.  In one room the chair was up.  Well that was unhelpful, since I wasn’t about to push buttons or levers on this thing.  This other guy was straddling the chair, sitting kind of hunch backed while he read his National Geographic.  So, I attempted to do the same while reading my book.  

The hygienist did finally arrive.  I quickly asked what her name was.... Hannah... phew!  The first thing she did was take x-rays.  She pulled x-ray machine down and made a ton of adjustments moving it all around my head, inserted that cardboard film thing, and told me to, “smile.”  I thought this was funny for multiple reasons.  The first most obviously being that this was an x-ray which would going right through my soft tissue.  The second was because I remembered Jessica telling me that Millicent had asked her to, “Smile loud” before she took her x-ray.  I was smiling at this point, even suppressing laughter which, by the way, makes those cardboard things even more uncomfortable.

After this Hannah laid a crispy sun dried hand towel over my chest and started to work on the plaque removal.  Thankfully she was gentle on the gums, but her method was definitely hands on.  At one point the palm of her hand was resting in my eye socket and my hair was a mess by the end.  After the cleaning came the polishing.  Little bits of the gritty polish started flying in the air and I closed my eyes.  At this point I was getting a good bit of saliva build up, and I really wanted her to use that suction thingy.  When she did I could see why she had waited so long.  It was just an open tube with A LOT of suction that kept getting stuck to my my cheek and tongue.  She also started using that little water sprayer.  It too had a lot of power and my face became covered with heavy mist.  I closed my eyes again and tried to keep from laughing as parts of my mouth kept getting sucked up and Hannah apologized for the water and dabbed my face with the crispy towel.  

One last thing to do... the flossing and of corse the final examination from the dentist. He came in, greeted me and began holding my x-rays up to a rather dim light bulb... good thing I smiled.  I am happy to report that, despite my lapse in cleanings, I have no cavities and healthy gums.  And Hannah had done great... no pain.  And the whole thing cost only $16! 

Longonot Adventures

 

From my porch at RVA I look out at the the Great Rift Valley.  On a clear day I can see Mt. Longonot, a dormant volcano, in the distance. I see Mt. Maurgret, a random blip on the flat valley floor that some believe to be a mass of earth that was displaced by one of Longonot’s violent explosions.   I am told that about once a term a group of high school students from RVA leave campus on foot (at 4 am), descending to the valley and walk to the base of Longonot.  Then they make a trek to Longonot’s highest peak (about 9,000 ft.). From the base up and around the rim of the massive crater it is an 11km journey. Sometimes they camp out and then they walk home. Last weekend I had a Longonot adventure of my own.

You can be sure that I did NOT leave at 4 am.  Jessica, our new roommate Susan, and I took a taxi to the base of the mountain.  Our driver also doubled as our tour guide, instructing us on what to pack, offering to hike with us and telling us about a local muchomo joint where we could get roasted meat after our hike.  The day was absolutely perfect for hiking the sun kept appearing from behind the clouds to keep us warm enough at the high altitude.  It also occasionally went behind the clouds which was nice since we were soon gasping for air and hot as we made the steep ascent to the rim.  As for the climb I will let the picture testify that it was incredible! 

As we came off the mountain we kept saying how perfect a day it was and wouldn’t it just be amazing if we saw some giraffes in the valley or something.  About that time Susan pointed out a herd of animals grazing. I thought they were cows or, the very prevalent in Kenya, donkeys.  Above the herd on the hillside I could see something that looked like it was eating leaves on a tree.  Could that be a giraffe?  I decided to use my camera with the super cool zoom and get a little closer.  It was moving so much in the view finder that I still couldn’t tell so I snapped a picture and sure enough, it was a giraffe!  And on further inspection I saw about 3 giraffes.  And those “donkeys” were some kind of antelope with curvy horns.

Arriving at the base Philip was very glad to see us.  We had taken longer than he expected.  We were covered in dust and dried sweat and as Philip predicted, very hungry!  I couldn’t wait to get some of that chewy goat meat. Philip had us take off our shoes and beat out clouds of dust.  I also noticed he had covered the floor of his car with news papers. We were pretty gross.

 Philip drove us to the nearest town and pulled up to a little strip of dukas that were alternating butcher shops and restaurants.  The one we went to I think was called the “U and I Restaurant” right next to the “U and I Butchery.”  We walked in and Philip inspected the ribs and other hunks of meat on the grill being basted with salt water.  He didn’t like anything so he asked the guy to put something else on.  We proceeded into the little eating area and sat at a table next to some lacy curtains that are pretty standard decor.  In the corner was a TV playing Nigerian music videos with women and men in cowboy hats doing some kind of dance moves involving hip action that I am pretty sure would cause me to dislocate something.  Upon my reflection of my inabilities, Philip assured me that with lessons I too could posses these skills... I am skeptical.  Especially since most African children under the age of 3 have more rhythm than I can ever hope to have.  I was happy when after this song the latest hit came on... something in the lyrics about “sawa sawa”.  I really like the song but itunes isn’t up on the kenya top 40.... or top 2.  Philip said he would get me the CD.  Our kilo of meat finally arrived on a cutting board with some little piles of salt for dipping.  The “chef” or meat roaster person cut it up into piece small enough that if you couldn’t manage to chew, you could just swallow it whole.  And Susan and I set in on devouring it.  I think Philip was surprised at our ability to put the meat away.  He even order some ugali (something kind of in between corn bread and oatmeal) to supplement. It was great!  I really love going to local places. It was a great finale to our Longonot Adventure.