Ok, forget everything I just wrote about bugs... Most of the time, it isn't an issue and I really don't mind ushering a spider out the door if it has decided to make a home in the corner of my room or just ignoring the fact that there are ants making a trail down the wall.
Tonight however, was different...
Tonight I declared war...
Here is what happened and you can be my judge on if my change of heart is warranted or not.
It was a normal night.
Therese (my room-mate) was out in the courtyard speaking with a friend on the phone.
I was sitting in the corner of my room writing my last blog post.
Minding my own business.
Not bothering anyone.
The lights were out....
A candle was lit...
There was soft music playing...
Out of no where I hear a sound that will haunt my dreams for weeks... possibly years...
A loud humming of large wings flitting past my ear.
Now, let me just note that I am not exaggerating here... Everything I am saying is true and can be verified by Therese who was not present at the beginning of this retelling, however who was ushered into my "chamber of horrors" shortly after it began.
Back, to my story...
All I see in the dim light is a bug hitting my computer screen.
A flying bug in case you missed it.
The size (remember not exaggerating here) of a baseball (with its wings open)
HO-LY-MO-LEY!!!!!
I jumped up and ran to the wall to turn on the lights and find out what the heck just went past me...
My personal horror movie continues...
The lights... don't turn on...
I see the bug climb on the screen for a minute...
Then to my HOR-ROR!!!
It flies across the room and lands on MY RIGHT SHOULDER...
Have I mentioned it is about 95 degrees in my room and I am wearing a camisole...
Yeah, make that BARE SHOULDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do you have any idea...
No, no you don't, you weren't there...
I did not scream, because I didn't want to wake up the children in the house...
I had the reaction that you always yell at people in the movies for having.
"If I don't look at it, maybe it isn't really there"...
Yeah, yeah right...
I look, just to verify that it is there...
Sure enough, a bug the size of a small Buick is sitting on my shoulder
Slowly crawling up it toward my head...
I flung it off my shoulder and it flew to the other side of the room
So I did the obvious thing...
I got the heck out of dodge...
Or tried...
As always happens in these types of movies...
My door was stuck...
Not even the normal stuck where it won't budge...
The worst type of stuck...
Where it gives you just a little hope it will open by opening just a tiny bit...
Then sticking...
HO-LY-MO-LEY
Therese who was outside the door asked what was happening, I responded...
THERE IS A GIANT BUG IN HERE ATTACKING ME AND MY DOOR WON'T OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am pretty sure she is still laughing about it...
Then my lights decide to work and come on...
My door decides to do what doors should do and opens
And I stumble out into the courtyard...
FREE!
Then we turned to see this creature...
Oh yeah...
Its a flying...
COCKROACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They aren't supposed to fly...
This one however (from the size and the fact that it flies!) must have mutated...
blech!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so proud of Therese...
When she saw it she ran out of the room covering her head :)
However, unlike me who stated I would rather just sleep in the courtyard than go back in there...
She went and got the broom
And slayed my foul attacker...
I can now sleep peacefully...
Until... the next time...
Africa...
Come on...
I will meditate on all Thy works and talk of Thy doing. Psalm 77:12
Saturday, January 29, 2011
In America versus In Kitgum
Well once again time has gotten away from me. When you do basically the same thing from day to day, it is easy to get two weeks down the road without even realizing that the time has gone by so quickly! I guess that is a good thing though :) Time flies when you are having fun.
In that time however, I have been compiling a short list of things that amuse me in the difference between life in America and life here in Kitgum, Uganda. I thought I would share them with anyone that decides to take the time to read my rambling. So here we go...
In America it's a traffic jam if you are stopped in your car for an hour.
but
In Kitgum it's a traffic jam when you see two cars IN an hour!
In America it's called a weed
but
In Kitgum it's a vegetable
In America if your plastic starts to smell you throw it away and buy new
but
In Kitgum you pick the smell that least disturbs you (washing powder, bleach, porridge, coffee, peas)
In America you kill any bugs that dare enter your home
but
In Kitgum you just avoid stepping on them
In America if someone says you look smart you probably wear glasses and look intellectual
but
In Kitgum if you are told you look smart they like your clothes
That is all for now but if I find anymore, I will try and make a list to put up at another time.
2 John 1:3
Grace be with you, mercy, and peace,
from God the Father, and from the
Lord Jesus Christ,
the Son of the Father,
in truth and love.
In that time however, I have been compiling a short list of things that amuse me in the difference between life in America and life here in Kitgum, Uganda. I thought I would share them with anyone that decides to take the time to read my rambling. So here we go...
In America it's a traffic jam if you are stopped in your car for an hour.
but
In Kitgum it's a traffic jam when you see two cars IN an hour!
In America it's called a weed
but
In Kitgum it's a vegetable
In America if your plastic starts to smell you throw it away and buy new
but
In Kitgum you pick the smell that least disturbs you (washing powder, bleach, porridge, coffee, peas)
In America you kill any bugs that dare enter your home
but
In Kitgum you just avoid stepping on them
In America if someone says you look smart you probably wear glasses and look intellectual
but
In Kitgum if you are told you look smart they like your clothes
That is all for now but if I find anymore, I will try and make a list to put up at another time.
2 John 1:3
Grace be with you, mercy, and peace,
from God the Father, and from the
Lord Jesus Christ,
the Son of the Father,
in truth and love.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Beauty for Ashes
Isaiah 61:3
To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that He might be glorified.
This is Emmanuel (pictured right with his Jaja in the village). He is the little boy that the Lord lead the McCourtney's to through Joyce who works here on staff. Joyce had come to the McCourtney's and mentioned that there was a baby in a village neighboring her further north in Uganda who was doing poorly.
His mother had died of cancer a year earlier and since her death, he had slowly gotten worse. The name given to him meant "bad chance". We are told that before she died, his mother wanted to kill him and even had a knife hidden under her pillow. Her reasoning was that once she had died, he would suffer, slowly worsening until he eventually died of malnourishment and neglect. Praise the Lord, He had a plan for this little one and her plans were discovered and thwarted.
Although the Father seems to have affection for the child, he is unable to keep him at home because of a second wife who refuses to allow the children of the wife who has passed away in her home. Instead, the three children were sent to the Jaja (Grandmother) house. She was unable to work in the fields and tie him to her back, so he was locked in the hut during the day to fare for himself. It would seem that possibly the mothers fears were coming to pass. However, it would seem that God had another plan for this young one.
One week ago, with the families permission, we brought him to the McCourtney's home to care for him between 6 months and a year, endeavoring to save his young life. He weighed 14 pounds at 1 year and 11 months old. He didn't inter-act with the other children, he could barely sit up and made no noise except to cry went set down.
What a change one and a half weeks can make! His name has been changed to Emmanuel meaning "God with us" and you would hardly recognize him! Pictured to the right, you can see he is standing on the side of a chair. He has been playing with the children, even smiling at them and is even standing up in the middle of the floor by himself. He will crawl to you from across the room when called and keeps eating and growing! Truly, God has shown Himself mighty in this small one and His name is being glorified through his continued improvement.
Joel 2:25
And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten.
I look forward to keeping you all updated! I am betting, that in a week, Emma will even be walking! PRAISE GOD :)
To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that He might be glorified.
This is Emmanuel (pictured right with his Jaja in the village). He is the little boy that the Lord lead the McCourtney's to through Joyce who works here on staff. Joyce had come to the McCourtney's and mentioned that there was a baby in a village neighboring her further north in Uganda who was doing poorly.His mother had died of cancer a year earlier and since her death, he had slowly gotten worse. The name given to him meant "bad chance". We are told that before she died, his mother wanted to kill him and even had a knife hidden under her pillow. Her reasoning was that once she had died, he would suffer, slowly worsening until he eventually died of malnourishment and neglect. Praise the Lord, He had a plan for this little one and her plans were discovered and thwarted.
Although the Father seems to have affection for the child, he is unable to keep him at home because of a second wife who refuses to allow the children of the wife who has passed away in her home. Instead, the three children were sent to the Jaja (Grandmother) house. She was unable to work in the fields and tie him to her back, so he was locked in the hut during the day to fare for himself. It would seem that possibly the mothers fears were coming to pass. However, it would seem that God had another plan for this young one.
One week ago, with the families permission, we brought him to the McCourtney's home to care for him between 6 months and a year, endeavoring to save his young life. He weighed 14 pounds at 1 year and 11 months old. He didn't inter-act with the other children, he could barely sit up and made no noise except to cry went set down.
Joel 2:25
And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten.
I look forward to keeping you all updated! I am betting, that in a week, Emma will even be walking! PRAISE GOD :)
Thursday, January 6, 2011
And So It Goes...
Isaiah 55:8-9
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
I tried to keep this verse in mind throughout the following happenings :) Looking at the small picture, sometimes I cannot believe what happens in life, but I have to rest and trust that I serve a God who does. Hard to remember at times, but Oh so true...
Well, it was an eventful New Years Eve for me! Our trip out to the village to visit Esther was delayed by a day because of some work that needed to be done on the McCourtney’s Range Rover, so on Friday morning, we ate some porridge and then hoped into the truck to head out to the village. In case any of you have forgotten, I was accompanying Zane and Emma (one of the McCourtney’s staff) out to the village to speak with a little girls parents about them allowing us to take her into the McCourtney’s home for 6 months to a year, so most likely save her life as she is in the end stages of extreme malnourishment.
All of you who know me know that I tend to jump in with both feet. I was a little nervous about going out in the village for the first time by myself, but I had myself all psyched up and had been giving myself a pep talk about it for a few days. I had an image of myself trekking through the bush of Africa in search of the sick baby and her family. Although I hadn’t gone so far to give myself an “explorer” outfit, I was pretty much imagining wading through the bush and waving to Indiana Jones as I walked through the wilds in search for Esther...
Needless to say, fortunately I am not here alone... Because rather unfortunately, I don’t speak the local language... and charades with 20 local Africans who think you are scary because you are one of the first white people they have ever seen isn’t all its cracked up to be... Zane provided a man named Jonah who went with me into the “bush” to seek out this little girl. So off we went, walking along the dirt road, toward the village...
May I say, I really enjoy being the random white girl sometimes! The look of surprise on peoples faces as I walk past their huts is worth the heat, mosquitos, and blisters I generally acquire along the way. So we walked... and walked... and walked... Note to self, next time someone comes from America, ask them to bring sun screen... Why I forgot this... I will never know. Should have been numero uno on my list of things to take...
Back to my story... Of course, all of the people who we were supposed to find and talk to about finding the family of the child had “just left” and walked “that way”. So we walked faster... Now in Africa, time is semi relative so I am not really sure when any of the people we were looking for really left but needless to say, we never caught up... So Jonah started asking around and we were pointed to the mother. I was so excited to finally have found her... she on the other hand was less than thrilled to see me... I won’t lie, when she refused to even greet me, I started getting a little nervous and was hoping that I was misunderstanding what Jonah was telling me, because this woman was NOT going to be easy to work with...
So off we go again to her hut to see the baby and explain to her why a random “Mosungu” as they call us is trekking through her village looking for her. Once we arrived to her little gathering of huts, she called the children over and got out a mat for us to sit on. This is when I got my first look at the child. She was worse than I had imagined (a reminder Summer McCourtney was the one who had seen her a few days earlier and this was my first time meeting her). If she has grown at all since birth, it has been so minuscule you wouldn’t even know it looking at her. She is a year old and weighs maybe 9 pounds. It tore me up inside just seeing her.
We explained to the mother why we were there, but she summarized her feelings in English. “I want it” (speaking of the child). Now, I am not this womans judge, and I did try to put myself in her shoes. She doesn’t know me and there is the possibility that my intentions are not good but Jonah was there as a voucher that I am not some crazy who is trying to take her child away. We were desiring to take her for 6 months to a year in which time her health would be improved and we would return her to her family in the village. At first, the reason she gave was that she feared to send the child with me. Then after I explained we knew she had many children who appeared healthy and we simply desired to help her with the child who was sick she informed us that if we really wanted to help we could take all her children... However, her other children were healthy and that is not what we were there for. At this point, at least to me, it was becoming more apparent that the Mother didn’t have any affection toward the child seemingly was only looking for what would benefit her in this situation.
God is faithful and He gave me grace because let me tell you, seeing the suffering of the child, it is hard not to react in anger that the woman was not even open to the possibility of allowing us to help her. I do not know everything that could have been going and ever circumstance may not have been apparent to me. Jonah told me that the decision was not the mothers alone and that the family would have to get together and make the final decision although they were not sure where the father was. Village life here tends to be very communal and decision like that are not individual but involve the parents, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.
Finally, after speak with her for 20 to 30 minutes, we left, praying that the family meeting would change the decision and they would choose to send the child with us... At this point, we haven’t heard anything back, but we are praying for the Lord’s will to be done and that He would do a work in the mothers heart, because she DEFINITELY needs Jesus.
Please be in prayer for this child, because without help in the near future, she doesn’t have long to live.
*As a side note, on the way out of the village we passed the local “bore” hole where a large group of people were drawing water. I could hear their chattering and knew they were talking about me but wasn’t sure why. Jonah was laughing and informed me that they were all debating whether my hair (which has grown very long) was real or extensions... From what I gather, this will be in debate for a month or so, with people taking sides... awesome!
** Tomorrow I will try and write about the other child Emmanuel!
God bless you all and as always, I miss you :)
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
I tried to keep this verse in mind throughout the following happenings :) Looking at the small picture, sometimes I cannot believe what happens in life, but I have to rest and trust that I serve a God who does. Hard to remember at times, but Oh so true...
Well, it was an eventful New Years Eve for me! Our trip out to the village to visit Esther was delayed by a day because of some work that needed to be done on the McCourtney’s Range Rover, so on Friday morning, we ate some porridge and then hoped into the truck to head out to the village. In case any of you have forgotten, I was accompanying Zane and Emma (one of the McCourtney’s staff) out to the village to speak with a little girls parents about them allowing us to take her into the McCourtney’s home for 6 months to a year, so most likely save her life as she is in the end stages of extreme malnourishment.
All of you who know me know that I tend to jump in with both feet. I was a little nervous about going out in the village for the first time by myself, but I had myself all psyched up and had been giving myself a pep talk about it for a few days. I had an image of myself trekking through the bush of Africa in search of the sick baby and her family. Although I hadn’t gone so far to give myself an “explorer” outfit, I was pretty much imagining wading through the bush and waving to Indiana Jones as I walked through the wilds in search for Esther...
Needless to say, fortunately I am not here alone... Because rather unfortunately, I don’t speak the local language... and charades with 20 local Africans who think you are scary because you are one of the first white people they have ever seen isn’t all its cracked up to be... Zane provided a man named Jonah who went with me into the “bush” to seek out this little girl. So off we went, walking along the dirt road, toward the village...
May I say, I really enjoy being the random white girl sometimes! The look of surprise on peoples faces as I walk past their huts is worth the heat, mosquitos, and blisters I generally acquire along the way. So we walked... and walked... and walked... Note to self, next time someone comes from America, ask them to bring sun screen... Why I forgot this... I will never know. Should have been numero uno on my list of things to take...
Back to my story... Of course, all of the people who we were supposed to find and talk to about finding the family of the child had “just left” and walked “that way”. So we walked faster... Now in Africa, time is semi relative so I am not really sure when any of the people we were looking for really left but needless to say, we never caught up... So Jonah started asking around and we were pointed to the mother. I was so excited to finally have found her... she on the other hand was less than thrilled to see me... I won’t lie, when she refused to even greet me, I started getting a little nervous and was hoping that I was misunderstanding what Jonah was telling me, because this woman was NOT going to be easy to work with...
So off we go again to her hut to see the baby and explain to her why a random “Mosungu” as they call us is trekking through her village looking for her. Once we arrived to her little gathering of huts, she called the children over and got out a mat for us to sit on. This is when I got my first look at the child. She was worse than I had imagined (a reminder Summer McCourtney was the one who had seen her a few days earlier and this was my first time meeting her). If she has grown at all since birth, it has been so minuscule you wouldn’t even know it looking at her. She is a year old and weighs maybe 9 pounds. It tore me up inside just seeing her.
We explained to the mother why we were there, but she summarized her feelings in English. “I want it” (speaking of the child). Now, I am not this womans judge, and I did try to put myself in her shoes. She doesn’t know me and there is the possibility that my intentions are not good but Jonah was there as a voucher that I am not some crazy who is trying to take her child away. We were desiring to take her for 6 months to a year in which time her health would be improved and we would return her to her family in the village. At first, the reason she gave was that she feared to send the child with me. Then after I explained we knew she had many children who appeared healthy and we simply desired to help her with the child who was sick she informed us that if we really wanted to help we could take all her children... However, her other children were healthy and that is not what we were there for. At this point, at least to me, it was becoming more apparent that the Mother didn’t have any affection toward the child seemingly was only looking for what would benefit her in this situation.
God is faithful and He gave me grace because let me tell you, seeing the suffering of the child, it is hard not to react in anger that the woman was not even open to the possibility of allowing us to help her. I do not know everything that could have been going and ever circumstance may not have been apparent to me. Jonah told me that the decision was not the mothers alone and that the family would have to get together and make the final decision although they were not sure where the father was. Village life here tends to be very communal and decision like that are not individual but involve the parents, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.
Finally, after speak with her for 20 to 30 minutes, we left, praying that the family meeting would change the decision and they would choose to send the child with us... At this point, we haven’t heard anything back, but we are praying for the Lord’s will to be done and that He would do a work in the mothers heart, because she DEFINITELY needs Jesus.
Please be in prayer for this child, because without help in the near future, she doesn’t have long to live.
*As a side note, on the way out of the village we passed the local “bore” hole where a large group of people were drawing water. I could hear their chattering and knew they were talking about me but wasn’t sure why. Jonah was laughing and informed me that they were all debating whether my hair (which has grown very long) was real or extensions... From what I gather, this will be in debate for a month or so, with people taking sides... awesome!
** Tomorrow I will try and write about the other child Emmanuel!
God bless you all and as always, I miss you :)
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