Sunday, March 29, 2009

So fun to spoil the unspoiled!

The last few weeks have been so much fun at the pre school in Blok E! One day we made rice crispe treats for them...they had no idea what they were so they just stared at them as we set the treat on their desk! It was hilarious and so fun to introduce them to a favorite American snack.

Brittany found a plato recipe online, so we spent one afternoon making different colors of fun! The kids thought this was the BEST thing in the world....They could have played with it forever, seriously!

Last was our BIG birthday party at school. Brit had the idea for us to throw a massive birthday for everyone. So we came in Thursday morning screaming, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" and hugging them...haha, they were so confused! Next, they were all given balloons which gave them entertainment for hours. We then played "pin the tail on the elephant" one really got the concept of that game, but it was still fun nonetheless:) The big finale was the cake! We brought in two birthday cakes glowing with candles on top! Adults starting coming in from the street due to rumors of cake being served...We ended up using every last crumb of that cake due to people infiltrating the pre school from outside.

I'm anti-spoiling kids, but this was so, so fun! We gave them a humongous piece of cake with thick icing layered on it. They were in seventh heaven. Also, I had found some candy bars pretty cheap at the grocery store...big, thick, chocolate candy bars! Next after they were done, we played a game where the winner would get a candy the end everyone received one! They were literally bouncing off the walls!

It was just so great to see these kids who aren't promised a meal everyday light up with excitement! They were so, so appreciative... and probably alittle sugar sick as well:) But I think they would say it was well worth it...

Enjoy the pictures!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

When the goin' gets tough, the tough gets goin --lion king

A whirlwind of emotions.

The worst and the best weeks!

One of the hardest weeks of my life was the last week of February. It started out with the bee story (which is told in one of the blogs below) and then there was Charlton. Charlton was one of my favorites from the youth group (not sure if i'm supposed to have those, oops!). We found out he was in the hospital randomly on Sunday the 22nd. We went to visit him and he looked great and said he just needed a blood transfusion because he was having kidney problems. However, later in the week we heard it had gotten worse so we went to visit him again. This was quite the difficult experience. Charlton was not doing well at all. His chest and throat had swelled up, he could not speak, or do much for himself. He needed a kidney transplant, but to no avail. I sat there and looked around at his room...his room of four patients... no TVs...the other patients were just laying in their beds with nothing hooked up to them except a bag for visitors..just blank stares... That was hard enough, but then I looked at charlton... a boy who was lively and jovial the week before... now he is sitting here on his death bed with no IVs in him, no nurses constantly checking on him, nothing like home in the US. He could have been helped in South Africa but his family did not have the money. I sat there in awe of the situation. How is this happening? Before I knew it my vision was starting to go black and I had to walk out of the room and sit on the floor with my head between my legs.... Everytime I would go back in that room, the same thing would happen... I would get on the verge of fainting and have to exit the room (This has never happened to me before). The most suprising part was discovering how terrified I was of having something wrong with me and having to be taken care of by this hospital. I had the hope that if something was really serious I could always go back home to the US and get "good" medical care. And then it hit me..but wait!? Why is that fair? What did I do to deserve to be born in a country with more money, better medical care, etc. I don't get it. Charlton is just as much of a human being as me... why do I get better access to quality health care than him? Charlton could have surely been helped if he was in the U.S...I know it...or atleast his life prolonged.

The rest of the week I slept on the floor in Brittany's room to be around people...the whole week was dark..even the dog started breaking out in bumps everywhere all over his body...but no money to take him to the vet. Lenie would storm in during the middle of the night and tell us she had to rush to the hospital because Charlton was doing very bad. Then the next day she would tell us he was doing better so we got excited. But by the following Sunday- one week after he had been admitted into the hospital, Charlton died.

I am still trying to process that week. Death is rampent here. Lenie goes to about two funerals PER WEEK. Most people I have met have all lost a child, husband, and/or a sibling. This was the first time it hit home, though. All I know is that it is my responsiblity to continue to give back to the poor and needy for the rest of my life. I don't know why I was born somewhere with so many accomadations... but I do know that everything I have received needs to be given back two fold to others without.

So that was the hard week. We planned our Zambia trip right when I got to Africa. However, I had no idea it would land at such a perfect, perfect time during my stint in Africa! I needed to get out of Rehoboth after that very hard week... and knowing God and his omniscience, he planned the trip at the most perfect timing!

We spent the last week in Zambia and got to view Victoria Falls (one of the 7 wonders of the world). We stayed at a hostel and met so many cool people with cool stories. Everyone had come from somewhere different and was on a journey to another place in the world. Of the many people we met, there was a group of about 5 girls and guys we all made friends with throughout the week. They found out we were missionaries and were very open with telling us they were not Christians. At the beginning of the week, I was waiting for these people to get tired of us talking about God and say we take Christianity too seriously...or too extreme! However, they stuck around and we had conversations about Jesus the entire week....they actually encouraged it! I'm still sort of confused about why they stuck around when there were plenty of other people to hang out with... they even stayed three extra days at the hostel to hang out. It was really encouraging and most of all we just really enjoyed eachother. We were laughing all the time and became really good friends by the closure of the week. It wasn't like they were a project or we wanted to convert them.. b/c only God can change a person's heart, not my very much inarticulate words, ha! It was just a natural friendship that led us to overflow in words about the most important things in each of our lives. So, after a difficult week, it was very refreshing and great to be able to speak in English about my savior to people who just want to know more and more.

Zambia/Victoria Falls!