It's not polished, but here is a post I found from April of 2018, almost a year and a half ago.
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I need to share with you this other life I had.
Once I lived in Africa. Though it might be a point of laughter for some, I find myself reminiscing about my experiences in Niger. And I realized how many times a thought comes to mind when I don't say it out loud. It's hard. I can't relate to the people here or they can't relate to me. And I want to be able to explain myself, but there isn't time or it's not welcome. Usually it's just silly things - like in conversation with someone when you say, "Oh, that reminds me of the time when...." Except usually these memories took place in Africa. For some reason people feel like I'm rubbing it in or using it as an excuse. But really, I lived there. I lived there for three years. And it was hard. And I loved it. And it makes me in part, who I am today.
If I could share some things with you, I would tell you about my African church.
I would tell you that I woke up with a cockroach staring at me on my pillow one night and I've killed at least 5 within a couple minutes. I also killed a scorpion in my bathroom. I chased lizards out of my classroom. I ran in the desert heat in the middle of the day. I spoke French and Zarma to the workers on campus. They had so much joy.
Do you realize what I'm missing? The community. The friends. The sisters and brothers. My life will never be the same because of these people.
I would tell you that I have friends all over the world now. Part of my heart is in Switzerland, Australia, Brazil, Germany, and Korea. The best part of community is people. The hardest part of community is people.
I got to teach at the same school as my parents.
I got to ride my bike to and from school, ringing the bell on the handlebars when I was at the gate. I road my bike down rice road at sunset.
I saw elephants and giraffes and heard lions roaring at night.
Time makes it easier to forget these things and that's not a bad thing. But part of me doesn't want to forget. I want to remember. The people, the sounds, the places. I grew a lot during my time abroad and I wish you could understand that part of me.
Friday, September 13, 2019
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Six Months Later
Intro
December marks 6 months...I have been 'home' for 6 months now! I'm not sure why, but this seems sort of monumental. For those of you who have experienced transition before, maybe you know what I'm talking about. It's like that feeling you get after hiking a trail in the mountains. You're sore as all get out, but you can look back and smile because you made it. Of course, I am also anticipating the trail ahead. But for this moment right now, I just want to thank God, to reflect on the last 6 months, and to share with you how faithful my God is. My prayer is that you would see Jesus in a new light and that you would "praise God because of me." (Galatians 1:24)Blessings
I got a job in August as a building substitute. Not ideal, but a job nonetheless. Thank you, God. I wasn't looking for anything else, but in October an opportunity opened up for me to teach ESL (English as a Second Language). And I love it. Thank you, God. Again, I wasn't looking, but an opportunity to move came up and I now live with another Christian. On a farm. Thank you, God. He used my experience in Niger teaching kids of multiple ethnicities. He remembered my childlike desire to always live on a farm. He knows me. He sees me. He cares for me.Reflections
On June 11th, after over 36 hours of traveling, I descended the escalator in the Pittsburgh airport, greeted by my family who wore matching African outfits. It wasn't hard to find them, as they stood in a postcard picture perfect group holding a "Welcome Home Hannah!" sign. You see a lot of crazy things in an airport, but this group whom I call "my people" stood out. They looked different, out of place amongst the Americans wearing traditional summer garb. Perhaps that's a good picture for how I've felt for the past 6 months - like I stand out somehow, just a bit awkward, or out of place.It took awhile for life to feel ordinary when I moved to Niger, and in some ways, I don't know that it ever fully reached "normal." Camels and bush taxis ready to tip were still exciting to see. The dirt and haze and dust storms never stopped being strange. And even by year 3, I still loved to stay up in the middle of the night to listen to a good African thunderstorm.
I feel the same way about life in America. Some things felt "ordinary" right away. But even after 6 months, there are still some things I haven't gotten used to. I see something new and different every time I go grocery shopping, there are SO many options. I can't bring myself to wear leggings as pants, though it seems to be the style here in America. The number and different kinds of Christmas decorations is outrageous.
Adjusting
I really struggled. At first. All my community was suddenly taken from me. The people who knew me best were no longer living with me. The people I laughed with and shared life with were gone. The hardest part about coming to PA was that it didn't feel like home. It was supposed to feel like home, I thought it would feel like home. But it didn't. And there were 3 years between me and the people I knew when I left.Being with family again was just as refreshing as the lush green Pennsylvania scenery all around me. And yet at the same time, I felt unknown. I noticed something funny about this when I went to the annual family reunion this year. I obviously haven't been able to attend for the past 3 years, but this year, I was excited and a bit nostalgic because I was finally on the right side of the pond for Labor Day. So when I arrived, why did I still feel empty? It wasn't that I was ungrateful for my family or even that I didn't want to be there. But much of my "family" was still in Niger. The people who had become family to me were across an ocean, too far away for inside jokes and games.
These were the quiet moments, unnoticed by most, when I mourned and grieved the loss of meaningful community. There were quite a few of these moments at the start of my return, some easier to recognize than others. They tell you to take time to grieve when you come back, but sometimes grief isn't something you can schedule. It just happens.
Culture Shock
My first Sunday back at church proved to be a bit shocking. The kind of shock that makes it hard to smile or even talk to a friend. However, you have to know where I came from to properly understand. I went to a small church in the backyard of the pastor. An open-air pavilion, if you can even call it that - tin roof and straw mats with sand floors. We had a choir and a piano and someone always played the djembe drums. Even though it usually lasted about 3 hours, the service was simple. It was like family - welcoming new visitors, listening to praises and prayer requests, and we always shared a simple meal of rice and beans when it was finished. The breaking of bread with brothers and sisters in Christ.Now imagine my shock when I stepped foot in this American church. TV screens and monitors, cameras and equipment. There was a baptism the next week, so naturally the full-sized pool was ready to go, along with boats and docks and life vests scattered across the stage for thematic flare. I sang. I listened. But I didn't feel home. I didn't know most of the people there. After 7 years, much of the congregation had changed. So naturally, even though I was dying to tell my story, there weren't too many people with questions. Most of my summer felt like this. I was shocked and out of place.
To the Point
Despite culture shock and grief, God shone through. He sent people to encourage me, ask me questions, and mostly just listen. These sweet divine appointments were small things that showed God's great care for me. I hope you know God like that.I was hurting at times, but that didn't stop God from being a good good Father. The Lord's provision for me is reflective of his tender care and intimate knowledge of his children. I am continually challenged to trust God more, and every time I do, I find Him the same. Though I ebb and flow, He never changes. He holds my future and I have nothing to worry about.
"But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." -Matthew 6:33-34
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Wednesday night sharing
I found this unpublished post today. It was written in July, after I spoke at Crossway Church on a Wednesday night. In case you missed that night or you just want a reminder, it's worth a read.
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This past Wednesday, I had the pleasure and privilege of sharing at one of my supporting churches. The theme for the night was knowing God's love.
I told stories from my 3 years at Sahel Academy, reflections of God's love. I can't retell all of the stories, but I can share a few highlights from my talk, lessons I learned:
1. Gratitude produces joy.
I have Ann Voskamp's book "One Thousand Gifts" to thank for this one. This book challenged me to name my blessings out loud. And in doing so - by being grateful every day, taking time to really list specific things that made me smile - I began to recognize God's kisses from Heaven to me. His love was all around me. In the busyness and distractions of life, we can be really good at ignoring God's love. We refuse to be filled with it, and we can't properly love others without it. In this way, gratitude affected not only my relationship with God, but also, my relationship with others.
2. How can something so hard be so good?
This was a recurring question that came to mind throughout my first year. I was enjoying the culture and enamored by every new site; it was all strange and exciting. I loved meeting new people and was eager to finally apply my 4 year college education. Things were great; things were hard, too. I faced feelings of inadequacy in regards to language, teaching, and just being able to do everyday things myself. Too often, we run from struggle. I didn't realize that the two - challenge and joy - could coexist so beautifully.
3. Our lives are a testimony of God's love to those around us.
I was given the opportunity to share the Gospel with non-Christian students and their families. I can only pray that the seeds planted during my time at Sahel will take root. Our day to day testimony is powerful, if we allow God to be in control.
4. God answers prayers.
There were many times when God answered my prayers during my time in Niger, not to mention all that He did to get me there. I prayed for mentors, and God sent my parents (for a whole year!). I prayed for redemption after teaching 2nd grade in my first year, having felt like I failed. And God gave me the same class as 4th graders two years later. I prayed for housemates, and God gave me friends who became family. I prayed for my students, and I watched them grow in spiritual maturity and character. I prayed for a friend to talk to when I came back to PA, and God sent me a missionary to China.
5. God loved me through my students.
I found joy in teaching after my first year. This was greatly due to the love I received from my students. They taught me what classroom community should look like. They prayed for me. They wrote me the sweetest notes. I felt as though we were all a part of a little club. I already miss them.
Though my time at Sahel Academy and what I learned in Niger is much more complex than just 5 points, I thought this might give you an idea of how the Lord worked in my life for the past 3 years. Praise God!
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This past Wednesday, I had the pleasure and privilege of sharing at one of my supporting churches. The theme for the night was knowing God's love.
"See what great love the Father has lavished on us..." -1 John 3:1
I told stories from my 3 years at Sahel Academy, reflections of God's love. I can't retell all of the stories, but I can share a few highlights from my talk, lessons I learned:
1. Gratitude produces joy.
I have Ann Voskamp's book "One Thousand Gifts" to thank for this one. This book challenged me to name my blessings out loud. And in doing so - by being grateful every day, taking time to really list specific things that made me smile - I began to recognize God's kisses from Heaven to me. His love was all around me. In the busyness and distractions of life, we can be really good at ignoring God's love. We refuse to be filled with it, and we can't properly love others without it. In this way, gratitude affected not only my relationship with God, but also, my relationship with others.
2. How can something so hard be so good?
This was a recurring question that came to mind throughout my first year. I was enjoying the culture and enamored by every new site; it was all strange and exciting. I loved meeting new people and was eager to finally apply my 4 year college education. Things were great; things were hard, too. I faced feelings of inadequacy in regards to language, teaching, and just being able to do everyday things myself. Too often, we run from struggle. I didn't realize that the two - challenge and joy - could coexist so beautifully.
3. Our lives are a testimony of God's love to those around us.
I was given the opportunity to share the Gospel with non-Christian students and their families. I can only pray that the seeds planted during my time at Sahel will take root. Our day to day testimony is powerful, if we allow God to be in control.
4. God answers prayers.
There were many times when God answered my prayers during my time in Niger, not to mention all that He did to get me there. I prayed for mentors, and God sent my parents (for a whole year!). I prayed for redemption after teaching 2nd grade in my first year, having felt like I failed. And God gave me the same class as 4th graders two years later. I prayed for housemates, and God gave me friends who became family. I prayed for my students, and I watched them grow in spiritual maturity and character. I prayed for a friend to talk to when I came back to PA, and God sent me a missionary to China.
5. God loved me through my students.
I found joy in teaching after my first year. This was greatly due to the love I received from my students. They taught me what classroom community should look like. They prayed for me. They wrote me the sweetest notes. I felt as though we were all a part of a little club. I already miss them.
Though my time at Sahel Academy and what I learned in Niger is much more complex than just 5 points, I thought this might give you an idea of how the Lord worked in my life for the past 3 years. Praise God!
"I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
-Philippians 1:3-6
Friday, July 7, 2017
FAQs
It's been almost a month since I left Niger. The conversations that I've had with people since returning have been, for the most part, encouraging. However, when given the opportunity, I find myself struggling to find a balance between rambling and clamming shut. I love talking about my time in Niger, but I also don't want to be the annoying girl from Africa who never shuts up. Please, this is an invitation to ask questions! As I meet and re-meet people in PA, these seem to be the most popular ones so far.
Top 10 Most Frequently Asked Questions:
How long are you home?
When I first went to Niger, people would ask me a similar question, “How long are you here?” At first, I had committed to 2 years, so that was my answer. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that the Lord might call me to Niger longer than I had originally planned. In which case, my answer changed to something like this: “I heard once that you should be doing the last thing God told you to do; God called me to Niger, so I will be in Niger until God calls me somewhere else.” I suppose I could say the same is true of my time in Pennsylvania. Until He calls me somewhere else, this is where I’ll be.
Will you go back?
Are you excited to be home?
Here's the thing - now I
have two homes. Am I excited to be in my
PA home? Of course. The cool weather, the green grass, being with
family – it’s all really refreshing. Do I miss my Niger home? Of course. The African rains, the beautiful people, the
simplicity of life – I miss it all. Please know that when you ask this question, there is always another side to the coin. I am certainly glad to be home, but experiencing reversed culture shock, rebuilding community, and searching for a job is all a bit exhausting. I had a clear sense of purpose in Niger. I'm hoping to find that here, too. It's just taking awhile.
How was it?
That’s really a loaded question. “It” was difficult, rewarding, overwhelming,
peaceful, hard, beautiful, interesting, thought-provoking, dirty, hot,
hilarious, unexpected, trying, rich, challenging, growing…. Three years is difficult to summarize in response to such a vague question. Specific questions about teaching, housemates, culture, weather, and people are much more helpful.
Do you miss it?
Yup. It's easy for me right now to just think of all the good things that happened in Niger. But in reality, my time in Niger wasn't perfect. I have to remind myself that even in Niger, I had to take the good and the bad together.
What are your plans?
Find a job. Create
community. Be a missionary in PA. Keep doing what God tells me to do. I'm hoping to find an upper elementary classroom teaching job at a local public school. This will be a miracle. Your prayers are appreciated. I am also planning to gain credits toward maintaining my teaching license by potentially taking classes in the area or online.
What foods do you miss?
Nothing much. I did enjoy rice and beans after church every Sunday. But mostly, I cooked for myself.
What foods did you eat first when you came back?
I drank a tall glass of milk.
What do you miss most?
People.
What is the biggest culture shock?
What people choose to value.
BONUS:
Here is a short list of things that are still a bit weird to me about living in Pennsylvania:
1. I feel like I'm in air conditioning all the time.
2. My laundry on the line doesn't dry in 2 hours...it takes about 2 days.
3. I have to drive to get anywhere.
4. We don't save and reuse plastic ziplock bags...or foil...or wrapping paper.
5. I live with my parents.
6. I can wear shorts outside my house or in public and it's normal.
7. Squirrels and chipmunks. I keep thinking they should be lizards.
8. Fast internet.
9. Sunburn. (You avoid the sun in Niger.)
10. There are so many things to do. I feel busy. All the time.
Monday, July 3, 2017
Divine Appointments
Being home has been hard in a lot of ways. I'm still searching for community - starting over in a place that's always been home...until 3 years ago. As a person with two homes now, I feel a bit lost - no job, few friends, and getting used to a new norm. But I remember that God provides for my every need. Since returning on June 11th, the Lord has been faithful to put people in my path who have encouraged me and others with whom I've been able to relate.
This is a testimony about God's faithfulness.
June 14th: My cousin and his family from Kentucky happened to be in town the first week I was back from Niger. We met up for lunch at my aunt's house and I was so blessed to be able to relate to another family member. My cousin spent a year in Bolivia when he was in school. He recalled what it was like to transition and offered some great wisdom: maintain some of your same routines with the Lord, give grace, know that spending time with family is a test of spiritual maturity. I was encouraged by his determination to trust in the Lord and how God has been faithful to his family this past year. Thank God for family.
June 16th-19th: I had the beautiful opportunity to be with former Niger roommates for the occasion of our friend Naomi's wedding in Omaha, Nebraska. To be reunited with friends who became family was sweet for my soul.
June 25th-26th: An old friend from college was in the area and made time to visit. Though we hadn't seen each other since graduation, we picked up right where we left off. She was an MK (missionary kid) and has done a lot of traveling and ministry since then. What a blessing - her questions, her advice, our conversations, her experiences. She met me at a crucial time. God reminded me of His care through her. We related as missionaries in America now. Praise God.
July 2nd: I haven't been to my parents' church since last summer. And after 3 years out of the country, there were a lot of new people to meet. My first Sunday back was pretty overwhelming. But this past Sunday, I connected with a family who lived in Japan for about 20 years. We conversed about culture and transition and religion and diversity. It was another surprise divine appointment and I am excited to continue to get to know them.
July 3rd: Mom and I took Grandma out for a late birthday gift - pedicures! As we're sitting letting our feet soak, Mom starts chatting with the lady sitting next to us. We soon find out that she has my prayer card at home. I have never met this lady in my life, but she has been praying for me for the past 3 years at 9:00 every morning. (what?!) Her daughter just graduated from Grove City College (my alma mater) and is looking to teach abroad. We chatted about my experience and both Mom and I were able to encourage and offer advice to another mother and her daughter. Of course, the whole nail salon is listening to this all - about being in God's will and prayer and trusting Him. Jesus, plant seeds.
I've had the privilege of experiencing the body of Christ in incredible ways through family, friends, and strangers. What a beautiful story Jesus is continuing to write. I want my story to always be a reflection of His goodness and glory.
This is a testimony about God's faithfulness.
June 14th: My cousin and his family from Kentucky happened to be in town the first week I was back from Niger. We met up for lunch at my aunt's house and I was so blessed to be able to relate to another family member. My cousin spent a year in Bolivia when he was in school. He recalled what it was like to transition and offered some great wisdom: maintain some of your same routines with the Lord, give grace, know that spending time with family is a test of spiritual maturity. I was encouraged by his determination to trust in the Lord and how God has been faithful to his family this past year. Thank God for family.
June 16th-19th: I had the beautiful opportunity to be with former Niger roommates for the occasion of our friend Naomi's wedding in Omaha, Nebraska. To be reunited with friends who became family was sweet for my soul.
June 25th-26th: An old friend from college was in the area and made time to visit. Though we hadn't seen each other since graduation, we picked up right where we left off. She was an MK (missionary kid) and has done a lot of traveling and ministry since then. What a blessing - her questions, her advice, our conversations, her experiences. She met me at a crucial time. God reminded me of His care through her. We related as missionaries in America now. Praise God.
July 2nd: I haven't been to my parents' church since last summer. And after 3 years out of the country, there were a lot of new people to meet. My first Sunday back was pretty overwhelming. But this past Sunday, I connected with a family who lived in Japan for about 20 years. We conversed about culture and transition and religion and diversity. It was another surprise divine appointment and I am excited to continue to get to know them.
July 3rd: Mom and I took Grandma out for a late birthday gift - pedicures! As we're sitting letting our feet soak, Mom starts chatting with the lady sitting next to us. We soon find out that she has my prayer card at home. I have never met this lady in my life, but she has been praying for me for the past 3 years at 9:00 every morning. (what?!) Her daughter just graduated from Grove City College (my alma mater) and is looking to teach abroad. We chatted about my experience and both Mom and I were able to encourage and offer advice to another mother and her daughter. Of course, the whole nail salon is listening to this all - about being in God's will and prayer and trusting Him. Jesus, plant seeds.
I've had the privilege of experiencing the body of Christ in incredible ways through family, friends, and strangers. What a beautiful story Jesus is continuing to write. I want my story to always be a reflection of His goodness and glory.
"In you, O Lord, I have taken refuge...I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I know not its measure. ...you have done great things. Who, O God, is like you?" Psalm 71:1, 14-15, 19
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Here am I
I've been home for almost 2 weeks now.
I left a home, a place I grew to love, and people, with whom I shared life. I left African heat and rain and crazy traffic, 3 hour church services in French and Hausa. I left students, kids I loved and grew alongside. I left family dinners every Wednesday night, girls high school Bible Study every Monday night, and prayer group every Saturday afternoon. I left incredible coworkers and parents and neighbors who felt like parents. I left worship-leading with Abby, the smell of dust after it rains, and French conversations with the workers at Sahel. I left laughter and community. My heart feels the ache of leaving. No, no one has died. But I still grieve the loss of these beautiful things in my life. I still grieve.
And life moves on here in Pennsylvania. I'm glad it does. I'm thankful that I'm busy and I have things to do and people to see, appointments to make. The things, the to-do list acts as a distraction in a lot of ways, hopefully in a healthy way. I'm applying for jobs, visiting schools, seeing friends, traveling for weddings, and finally getting to those annual check-ups.
This transition has been different than the other couple times that I've come home. Before, I knew I would be returning to my Niger-home, to all the things familiar, the smells, the people, the school, and a clear sense of purpose. And this time, when August 9th comes around and everyone is starting school at Sahel Academy, I will be in Pennsylvania. And I think of my fourth graders this past year who cried when I left on the last day of school. I think of the class I taught last year and how I spoke at their fifth grade recognition and how they will be middle schoolers and I'm missing it. I think of how short-staffed Sahel is and how they are combing elementary classes and how they still don't have a kindergarten teacher. I think of all the memories I made with close friends who will still be teaching at Sahel next school year and how I won't be with them this time.
Transition books tell you to lean into the grief. They say to maintain routine and to know yourself. And here I am, discovering that transition isn't really about me at all. Life in general, for that matter, isn't about me at all! What brought meaning and purpose in my life has always been the Lord. And that truth hasn't changed. Ministry is daily life, Christianity lived out, continual opportunities to love much.
"Life becomes harder for us when we live for others, but it also becomes richer and happier." - Albert Schweitzer
I am so grateful for the experiences from the past 3 years. And I am overwhelmed by the incredible people I met along the way who mean so much to me now (part of the reason why it's so hard to say goodbye). And that's exactly where I want to stay - in a place of thankfulness. It's tempting to compare one place to another or one culture to another. But that brings criticism and judgement. I want to remain in a posture of gratitude.
"Thanksgiving is the evidence of our acceptance of whatever He gives. ...thanksgiving is necessary to live the well, whole, fullest life." -Ann Voskamp
My hands are open and my arms spread wide, ready to embrace whatever God would like to set before me. Ready to worship and thank Him, because He is trustworthy. I speak from experience.
"All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am determined to make life all about Jesus. My life is not mine at all. "Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body." -1 Corinthians 6:19-20
God called me to Niger. Now He's called me to Pennsylvania. "Here am I." -Isaiah 6:8
I left a home, a place I grew to love, and people, with whom I shared life. I left African heat and rain and crazy traffic, 3 hour church services in French and Hausa. I left students, kids I loved and grew alongside. I left family dinners every Wednesday night, girls high school Bible Study every Monday night, and prayer group every Saturday afternoon. I left incredible coworkers and parents and neighbors who felt like parents. I left worship-leading with Abby, the smell of dust after it rains, and French conversations with the workers at Sahel. I left laughter and community. My heart feels the ache of leaving. No, no one has died. But I still grieve the loss of these beautiful things in my life. I still grieve.
And life moves on here in Pennsylvania. I'm glad it does. I'm thankful that I'm busy and I have things to do and people to see, appointments to make. The things, the to-do list acts as a distraction in a lot of ways, hopefully in a healthy way. I'm applying for jobs, visiting schools, seeing friends, traveling for weddings, and finally getting to those annual check-ups.
This transition has been different than the other couple times that I've come home. Before, I knew I would be returning to my Niger-home, to all the things familiar, the smells, the people, the school, and a clear sense of purpose. And this time, when August 9th comes around and everyone is starting school at Sahel Academy, I will be in Pennsylvania. And I think of my fourth graders this past year who cried when I left on the last day of school. I think of the class I taught last year and how I spoke at their fifth grade recognition and how they will be middle schoolers and I'm missing it. I think of how short-staffed Sahel is and how they are combing elementary classes and how they still don't have a kindergarten teacher. I think of all the memories I made with close friends who will still be teaching at Sahel next school year and how I won't be with them this time.
Transition books tell you to lean into the grief. They say to maintain routine and to know yourself. And here I am, discovering that transition isn't really about me at all. Life in general, for that matter, isn't about me at all! What brought meaning and purpose in my life has always been the Lord. And that truth hasn't changed. Ministry is daily life, Christianity lived out, continual opportunities to love much.
"Life becomes harder for us when we live for others, but it also becomes richer and happier." - Albert Schweitzer
I am so grateful for the experiences from the past 3 years. And I am overwhelmed by the incredible people I met along the way who mean so much to me now (part of the reason why it's so hard to say goodbye). And that's exactly where I want to stay - in a place of thankfulness. It's tempting to compare one place to another or one culture to another. But that brings criticism and judgement. I want to remain in a posture of gratitude.
"Thanksgiving is the evidence of our acceptance of whatever He gives. ...thanksgiving is necessary to live the well, whole, fullest life." -Ann Voskamp
My hands are open and my arms spread wide, ready to embrace whatever God would like to set before me. Ready to worship and thank Him, because He is trustworthy. I speak from experience.
"All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am determined to make life all about Jesus. My life is not mine at all. "Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body." -1 Corinthians 6:19-20
God called me to Niger. Now He's called me to Pennsylvania. "Here am I." -Isaiah 6:8
Monday, November 28, 2016
The Compliment
"You look beautiful, Miss Knox!"
Elementary students have a way of brightening your day. I walked down the sidewalk to find my students lined up, queued by the whistle. School has begun, another Monday morning. I'm smiling for the students and because I know I'll have a better day if I do. I'm choosing joy.
I look forward to Monday mornings if I let myself. Sometimes I forget how sweet it is to teach these 8 and 9 year olds. And then I get a comment like that, "You look beautiful, Miss Knox!" Words received with a hug and smile.
"Thank you," I reply. I'm still smiling, but this time my eyes sparkle with the knowledge that I am loved.
That student might never know the meaning of her compliment, how deep kind words can go and how soothing they are for our hearts. My students teach me on a daily basis, if I will receive it. This morning I was reminded of the power of an enthusiastic compliment. I was reminded that the power of life and death are in the tongue.
These are the little ways that I am blessed. These are the kisses I receive from my Heavenly Father over and over again. So today I remember to speak words of life and encouragement (one of our spelling words this week!). Choose joy.
Elementary students have a way of brightening your day. I walked down the sidewalk to find my students lined up, queued by the whistle. School has begun, another Monday morning. I'm smiling for the students and because I know I'll have a better day if I do. I'm choosing joy.
I look forward to Monday mornings if I let myself. Sometimes I forget how sweet it is to teach these 8 and 9 year olds. And then I get a comment like that, "You look beautiful, Miss Knox!" Words received with a hug and smile.
"Thank you," I reply. I'm still smiling, but this time my eyes sparkle with the knowledge that I am loved.
That student might never know the meaning of her compliment, how deep kind words can go and how soothing they are for our hearts. My students teach me on a daily basis, if I will receive it. This morning I was reminded of the power of an enthusiastic compliment. I was reminded that the power of life and death are in the tongue.
These are the little ways that I am blessed. These are the kisses I receive from my Heavenly Father over and over again. So today I remember to speak words of life and encouragement (one of our spelling words this week!). Choose joy.
"The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eats its fruit."
Proverbs 18:21
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Walking Close to My Example
The little boy's face haunts my thoughts.
It was a clear, crisp morning from a rainy weekend. The dry sand drinks deep. Sweet breezes, blue skies, sunshine. I didn't want to get out of bed that morning, but I'm glad I did. I had already decided in my mind the night before that I would go for a run in the morning. I must stick to my commitment. Exercise has become an important part of my daily activities. And I didn't want to "slack off" just because we had the day off of school.
I hiked my skirt over my shorts and pulled at the laces of my tennis shoes - my classy missionary look. My mind wandered to the day's events. All over the country, thousands of rams and sheep covered the streets - first alive, then quite dead. Blood washes into the streets as throats are sliced, rams and sheep sacrificed. And for what?
For the past two years I have taken time to view the celebrations. Traffic is quiet on these days because there is too much celebrating to do for locals to be on the road. A quick drive through any neighborhood in town is enough to give you an idea of what it might have been like in Moses' day. I do not envy the priests who made sacrifices on behalf of the people.
But this day was different. Unlike the past two years, I had no desire to once again view carcasses stretched out on wooden poles, leaning against a small fire.
As I passed my neighbors on my walk to school, I secretly hoped that the 9 or 10 sheep inhabiting the roadside and yard for the past week or two would still be alive.
They were.
I finished my running, thankful for the space and time I had to clear my head and be before the Lord. Two men wearing all white came through the gate. "Bonne fete!" I halfheartedly called to them as they smiled and waved.
I quickly made my way home by way of the street I walk a thousand times. And though the family continues to gather and the celebrations bring them much joy, I can't help but feel a lump in my throat as I watch a little boy trot closely behind an older man, trying desperately to keep up. No more than 5 years old and dressed in his best, he used one hand to steady a prayer mat on his head, mimicking the man he was trying to follow.
My heart aches for this little boy - who has no control over his circumstances. No control over where or into what family he is born. He is lost.
Aren't we all born lost?
Just as that little boy reflected the actions and example of his elder, I pray that I look like the one whom I follow, Jesus Christ.
Later that day, I walked outside after dinner at a friend's house. Smoke filled my nostrils and all I could think about was the thousands of rams being slowly roasted over open fires that night. The air was thick and the smell potent.
I want to be the "aroma of Christ" to those around me. Though my language skills are not nearly enough to have deep theological conversations with my local friends and neighbors, I am able to live a life that shines the love of Jesus. And that's my prayer.
For eyes to be opened and hearts to be softened to the love of God. My prayer is for the darkness to be lifted and for the miracle of redemption to be embraced. I long to see these people free from bondage, to be free from oppression and shame and a works-based mentality, as if salvation can be earned. Please pray, too.
God, give me grace as I find you in every situation. Give me peace as I wrestle before your throne in prayer for the people of this African country you love. And help me to be a light in a dark world.
It was a clear, crisp morning from a rainy weekend. The dry sand drinks deep. Sweet breezes, blue skies, sunshine. I didn't want to get out of bed that morning, but I'm glad I did. I had already decided in my mind the night before that I would go for a run in the morning. I must stick to my commitment. Exercise has become an important part of my daily activities. And I didn't want to "slack off" just because we had the day off of school.
I hiked my skirt over my shorts and pulled at the laces of my tennis shoes - my classy missionary look. My mind wandered to the day's events. All over the country, thousands of rams and sheep covered the streets - first alive, then quite dead. Blood washes into the streets as throats are sliced, rams and sheep sacrificed. And for what?
For the past two years I have taken time to view the celebrations. Traffic is quiet on these days because there is too much celebrating to do for locals to be on the road. A quick drive through any neighborhood in town is enough to give you an idea of what it might have been like in Moses' day. I do not envy the priests who made sacrifices on behalf of the people.
But this day was different. Unlike the past two years, I had no desire to once again view carcasses stretched out on wooden poles, leaning against a small fire.
As I passed my neighbors on my walk to school, I secretly hoped that the 9 or 10 sheep inhabiting the roadside and yard for the past week or two would still be alive.
They were.
I finished my running, thankful for the space and time I had to clear my head and be before the Lord. Two men wearing all white came through the gate. "Bonne fete!" I halfheartedly called to them as they smiled and waved.
I quickly made my way home by way of the street I walk a thousand times. And though the family continues to gather and the celebrations bring them much joy, I can't help but feel a lump in my throat as I watch a little boy trot closely behind an older man, trying desperately to keep up. No more than 5 years old and dressed in his best, he used one hand to steady a prayer mat on his head, mimicking the man he was trying to follow.
My heart aches for this little boy - who has no control over his circumstances. No control over where or into what family he is born. He is lost.
Aren't we all born lost?
Just as that little boy reflected the actions and example of his elder, I pray that I look like the one whom I follow, Jesus Christ.
Later that day, I walked outside after dinner at a friend's house. Smoke filled my nostrils and all I could think about was the thousands of rams being slowly roasted over open fires that night. The air was thick and the smell potent.
I want to be the "aroma of Christ" to those around me. Though my language skills are not nearly enough to have deep theological conversations with my local friends and neighbors, I am able to live a life that shines the love of Jesus. And that's my prayer.
For eyes to be opened and hearts to be softened to the love of God. My prayer is for the darkness to be lifted and for the miracle of redemption to be embraced. I long to see these people free from bondage, to be free from oppression and shame and a works-based mentality, as if salvation can be earned. Please pray, too.
God, give me grace as I find you in every situation. Give me peace as I wrestle before your throne in prayer for the people of this African country you love. And help me to be a light in a dark world.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Another School Year
School is in session! Students flooded the halls and sidewalks of Sahel Academy on Wednesday, August 10th. Old friends were reunited and new friends were welcomed.
I am so excited to be teaching 4th grade again this year. After just one week, I noticed what an incredible advantage there is to teaching the same grade twice! This year is also special because I have the same students that I taught my first year at Sahel. Of course, they were second graders then and I was in my first year of teaching. A lot has changed between then and now, for which I am very grateful.
I have 9 extremely diverse and lovable students from all over the world. Over half of my students do not speak English at home, meaning that English is not their first language. This creates wonderful learning opportunities in the classroom, for both me and my students. I love being able to make connections between languages. During reading, we discussed the word "genre" the other day, which in French means type or kind. Perfect! In our science unit about nutrition and digestion, I suggested that a biscuit be added to the example meal to make it more balanced. A student raised her hand with a shocked look on her face, "Miss Knox! How can you eat something so sweet for dinner?!" I quickly realized that a biscuit here is a cookie, not a dinner roll.
Ready or not, school starts. And unfortunately, not all of our teachers have been able to raise their support in time to be here by the first day of school. Consequently, for the time being, elementary teachers are in charge of their own P.E. classes! Miss Oostra and I have paired up the 4th and 5th grade classes. This is especially sweet for me since I taught the 5th graders last year. Having grown up going to sports camp every summer, along with three athletic brothers, I have truly enjoyed the opportunity to be with the students outside of the four walls of our own classroom. Though P.E. was rained out on Tuesday, on Thursday we began a frisbee unit! Between recess duty and teaching P.E., my Tuesday and Thursday mornings are quite long!
Living in the same house as I did last year has made the transition back to life in Niger much easier. I am also blessed to be using the car of a friend on home assignment. I currently live with one other single teacher at Sahel, Danielle. In October, we are expecting two more housemates. Just a few houses over and on the same compound are three other single ladies who teach at Sahel. What a party! It's exciting to meet other enthusiastic teachers. I made tacos for dinner on Wednesday so that we all had a chance to fellowship.
Starting another school year at Sahel Academy has been incredibly joyful. I can't explain it, except that God answers prayers. What a beautiful place. I am honored to be serving the Lord in such a way. And my prayer is that God's Holy Spirit empowers me to daily live a righteous and holy life as a testimony to those around me of His love and glory.
I am so excited to be teaching 4th grade again this year. After just one week, I noticed what an incredible advantage there is to teaching the same grade twice! This year is also special because I have the same students that I taught my first year at Sahel. Of course, they were second graders then and I was in my first year of teaching. A lot has changed between then and now, for which I am very grateful.
I have 9 extremely diverse and lovable students from all over the world. Over half of my students do not speak English at home, meaning that English is not their first language. This creates wonderful learning opportunities in the classroom, for both me and my students. I love being able to make connections between languages. During reading, we discussed the word "genre" the other day, which in French means type or kind. Perfect! In our science unit about nutrition and digestion, I suggested that a biscuit be added to the example meal to make it more balanced. A student raised her hand with a shocked look on her face, "Miss Knox! How can you eat something so sweet for dinner?!" I quickly realized that a biscuit here is a cookie, not a dinner roll.
Ready or not, school starts. And unfortunately, not all of our teachers have been able to raise their support in time to be here by the first day of school. Consequently, for the time being, elementary teachers are in charge of their own P.E. classes! Miss Oostra and I have paired up the 4th and 5th grade classes. This is especially sweet for me since I taught the 5th graders last year. Having grown up going to sports camp every summer, along with three athletic brothers, I have truly enjoyed the opportunity to be with the students outside of the four walls of our own classroom. Though P.E. was rained out on Tuesday, on Thursday we began a frisbee unit! Between recess duty and teaching P.E., my Tuesday and Thursday mornings are quite long!
Living in the same house as I did last year has made the transition back to life in Niger much easier. I am also blessed to be using the car of a friend on home assignment. I currently live with one other single teacher at Sahel, Danielle. In October, we are expecting two more housemates. Just a few houses over and on the same compound are three other single ladies who teach at Sahel. What a party! It's exciting to meet other enthusiastic teachers. I made tacos for dinner on Wednesday so that we all had a chance to fellowship.
Starting another school year at Sahel Academy has been incredibly joyful. I can't explain it, except that God answers prayers. What a beautiful place. I am honored to be serving the Lord in such a way. And my prayer is that God's Holy Spirit empowers me to daily live a righteous and holy life as a testimony to those around me of His love and glory.
"I will sing to the LORD, for he has been good to me." - Psalm 13:6
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| Miss Knox and Miss Oostra on the first day of school! |
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Saying Goodbye and Saying Hello
"It's good to cry." I'm not sure how much I really understood that statement. Crying means that something hurts, and tears are a product of pain. So why would it be good to cry?
Leaving Pennsylvania on July 26th was probably one of the emotionally hardest things I've ever done. Don't get me wrong - the first time was hard, too. But this time was different.
I cried all the way to Boston.
The poor lady on the plane next to me didn't know what to do. She offered some napkins as tissues and even wrote me a note tucked into my journal for me to find later. Yes, God provides.
As I sat by the window on my flight to Boston, I realized all that I was mourning. I was (and maybe still am) mourning the loss of an incredible summer at home with family and friends who love me. I had to say goodbye to church friends who make me laugh, to my adorable baby niece, and college friends who visited for a whole weekend. I mourned the loss of blossoming friendships and potentially fruitful relationships. I drank in the lush greenness on the way to the airport as we sang "It is Well." And I thanked God for the sunset, balm for my soul. Yes, God provides.
Goodbyes are easily the hardest thing about living on two different continents.
And I'm not sure how to put this into words, but crying really is good. It means that this summer was meaningful and that time and people were enjoyed. If there were no tears, then richness of relationship is lacking. I'm thankful for those tears. I'm grateful to God that I have family and friends to love, who are worth crying for.
So, it's been an eventful summer to say the least! My time was filled with a celebratory wedding of distant friends whose friendship originated in Niger, days off in Michigan visiting an old college friend, and a trip to Texas to see my brother and former housemate in Niger. I was able to speak at a couple churches and even babysit for my cousin and her 5 kids. I watched my brothers play in the church softball league and held Ellie Jane for hours at a time. My summer consisted of pool lounging, evening walks, coffee dates, porch swings, stunning sunsets, and rich conversations. Yes, God provides.
And upon my return to Niger, I've felt a similar love and affection from the people here: homemade muffins, ice and cold water already in the freezer, lunch from a friend, house cleaned, and bed made! Yes, God provides! I have kept myself busy unpacking and organizing my room and running errands to get the house back in order. I've enjoyed the sweet conversations with friends reunited and new ones.
The last Friday of every month is SIM's Day of Prayer. The missionaries on the "Harabonda" side of the river gather in the evening to worship and pray together. This past Friday I was reminded that we serve a God who satisfies our needs. I am excited to continue meditating on that truth: the Lord satisfies our needs, the ones we can't quite articulate and the ones we don't even know yet.
Praise God for our Heavenly Father who knows us intimately, for Jesus Christ who loves us deeply, and for the Holy Spirit who guides, comforts, and speaks to us on a daily basis. I am in awe of how God has answered your prayers for peace as I transition from one culture to another. Thank you!
Leaving Pennsylvania on July 26th was probably one of the emotionally hardest things I've ever done. Don't get me wrong - the first time was hard, too. But this time was different.
I cried all the way to Boston.
The poor lady on the plane next to me didn't know what to do. She offered some napkins as tissues and even wrote me a note tucked into my journal for me to find later. Yes, God provides.
As I sat by the window on my flight to Boston, I realized all that I was mourning. I was (and maybe still am) mourning the loss of an incredible summer at home with family and friends who love me. I had to say goodbye to church friends who make me laugh, to my adorable baby niece, and college friends who visited for a whole weekend. I mourned the loss of blossoming friendships and potentially fruitful relationships. I drank in the lush greenness on the way to the airport as we sang "It is Well." And I thanked God for the sunset, balm for my soul. Yes, God provides.
Goodbyes are easily the hardest thing about living on two different continents.
And I'm not sure how to put this into words, but crying really is good. It means that this summer was meaningful and that time and people were enjoyed. If there were no tears, then richness of relationship is lacking. I'm thankful for those tears. I'm grateful to God that I have family and friends to love, who are worth crying for.
So, it's been an eventful summer to say the least! My time was filled with a celebratory wedding of distant friends whose friendship originated in Niger, days off in Michigan visiting an old college friend, and a trip to Texas to see my brother and former housemate in Niger. I was able to speak at a couple churches and even babysit for my cousin and her 5 kids. I watched my brothers play in the church softball league and held Ellie Jane for hours at a time. My summer consisted of pool lounging, evening walks, coffee dates, porch swings, stunning sunsets, and rich conversations. Yes, God provides.
And upon my return to Niger, I've felt a similar love and affection from the people here: homemade muffins, ice and cold water already in the freezer, lunch from a friend, house cleaned, and bed made! Yes, God provides! I have kept myself busy unpacking and organizing my room and running errands to get the house back in order. I've enjoyed the sweet conversations with friends reunited and new ones.
The last Friday of every month is SIM's Day of Prayer. The missionaries on the "Harabonda" side of the river gather in the evening to worship and pray together. This past Friday I was reminded that we serve a God who satisfies our needs. I am excited to continue meditating on that truth: the Lord satisfies our needs, the ones we can't quite articulate and the ones we don't even know yet.
Praise God for our Heavenly Father who knows us intimately, for Jesus Christ who loves us deeply, and for the Holy Spirit who guides, comforts, and speaks to us on a daily basis. I am in awe of how God has answered your prayers for peace as I transition from one culture to another. Thank you!
"The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail." -Isaiah 58:11
Monday, June 20, 2016
Home to Home
Two weeks ago today, I arrived back in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The past 14 days since my arrival have been quite full - full of friends, family, celebrations, road trips, and more.
I left Niger on June 6th at 2:30am. It was an uneventful trip across the ocean. I was thankful for the other travelers from Niger who kept me company the first half of my journey. And I was extremely grateful for my welcoming committee, including my niece, Ellie Jane! Tears of relief and joy overwhelmed me as my family embraced me.
It's difficult to describe the emotions of leaving such a large part of your life. And even though I know I'm returning for another school year, there were a lot of goodbyes that were final since there are many who won't be there when I return to Niger at the end of July. But the night of my departure added some closure, as about 20 friends wished me well by taking me out to dinner at a favorite local restaurant. And because my housemates and neighbor are awesome, they stayed up with me playing card games and eating chocolate fondue by candle light since the power was out, just to stay up long enough to take me to the airport.
My time back in the US has been equally as pleasant and meaningful as that night. I spent a day catching up with my "little" brother by going to the Outlets for some shopping. The long drive to Grove City was just what my weary eyes needed - white clouds against blue skies, and lots of green! And of course, we stopped to play at the toy store shaped like a giant space ship, because you're never to old to play with toys. I spent that evening watching Chad play softball and snuggling with Ellie Jane.
This past week, I was in Michigan catching up with good friends. My roommate in college hosted me for a few restful days. I enjoyed some wonderful conversations with her and her dad about his experience growing up in the Ivory Coast. We laughed and reminisced about life in West Africa. I am so grateful for that time to be understood. I truly enjoyed getting to know the Gould family and wished it could have lasted longer.
My next Michigan stop was in Freeland, a beautiful suburb of Saginaw. I was warmly greeted by Abby and her beautiful family. I can't express enough gratitude for the things that fed my soul that weekend - steak on the grill, roasted marshmallows over the fire, late night chats, horses, fields, sunsets, and friends. The entire wedding weekend was absolutely gorgeous. What a privilege to stand beside such a wonderful friend as she married her man. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Morris!
And finally, I'm home again. Ready to think about and debrief in my heart and mind the things that have happened these past two years. I am excited to remember the things the Lord has done and to pray for the things that He will do. God is good all the time.
I left Niger on June 6th at 2:30am. It was an uneventful trip across the ocean. I was thankful for the other travelers from Niger who kept me company the first half of my journey. And I was extremely grateful for my welcoming committee, including my niece, Ellie Jane! Tears of relief and joy overwhelmed me as my family embraced me.
It's difficult to describe the emotions of leaving such a large part of your life. And even though I know I'm returning for another school year, there were a lot of goodbyes that were final since there are many who won't be there when I return to Niger at the end of July. But the night of my departure added some closure, as about 20 friends wished me well by taking me out to dinner at a favorite local restaurant. And because my housemates and neighbor are awesome, they stayed up with me playing card games and eating chocolate fondue by candle light since the power was out, just to stay up long enough to take me to the airport.
My time back in the US has been equally as pleasant and meaningful as that night. I spent a day catching up with my "little" brother by going to the Outlets for some shopping. The long drive to Grove City was just what my weary eyes needed - white clouds against blue skies, and lots of green! And of course, we stopped to play at the toy store shaped like a giant space ship, because you're never to old to play with toys. I spent that evening watching Chad play softball and snuggling with Ellie Jane.
This past week, I was in Michigan catching up with good friends. My roommate in college hosted me for a few restful days. I enjoyed some wonderful conversations with her and her dad about his experience growing up in the Ivory Coast. We laughed and reminisced about life in West Africa. I am so grateful for that time to be understood. I truly enjoyed getting to know the Gould family and wished it could have lasted longer.
My next Michigan stop was in Freeland, a beautiful suburb of Saginaw. I was warmly greeted by Abby and her beautiful family. I can't express enough gratitude for the things that fed my soul that weekend - steak on the grill, roasted marshmallows over the fire, late night chats, horses, fields, sunsets, and friends. The entire wedding weekend was absolutely gorgeous. What a privilege to stand beside such a wonderful friend as she married her man. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Morris!
And finally, I'm home again. Ready to think about and debrief in my heart and mind the things that have happened these past two years. I am excited to remember the things the Lord has done and to pray for the things that He will do. God is good all the time.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Past, Present, and Future Blessings
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway, Kung Fu Panda (Bill Keane)
Hello all,
It's been awhile since I've posted. And, well, I miss you. I'm glad we meet again here. Welcome to my life in Niger, West Africa.
Fourth grade has a paper chain count down for "days until we become 5th graders." There are only 6 more rings on the chain. Can you believe it?! Fourth grade just started yesterday, right?
As I reflect on this year, I realize just how good God has been to me. On Sunday, we were reminded of the importance and power of remembering. I don't want to forget that Jesus has graced me with blessing after blessing. My heart is filled with gratitude:
- I had the privilege of being joined by my parents, a testimony to the entire community here. I never thought I would teach at the same school as my mom or have classroom help from my dad. What a blessing.
- God blessed me with a wonderful class and class parents. I loved every field trip, read aloud book, and creative paper.
- I was blessed with wonderful housemates. Housemates who loved me well. Who did the dishes countless times for me, helped hostess lovely parties, and who would listen to my heartaches.
- And my neighbors. I couldn't have asked for better neighbors. They take care of us single gals - fixing water filters, installing lights, replacing locks and keys, and sharing meals.
It's exciting to move on and to look forward to what's ahead. But it's also sad to end another season. I am filled with mixed emotions as I celebrate the many blessings of this past year. And yet, I grieve the loss of friends, as June begins the yearly mass migration of students, teachers, and friends.
I'm grateful for the past, living the present, and anticipating the future. I am so thankful for what I have to look forward to:
- I am an aunt! I get to meet my niece Ellie Jane, who was born April 4th.
- I have the honor of participating in the sweet marriage of my good friend Abby. She and Stephen tie the knot June 18th in Michigan, which means...road trip!
- My youngest brother graduated from Grove City this May! I am so proud of him and look forward to catching up on lost time.
- I look forward to family, friends, and a summer at home. God is good.
Reflecting develops gratitude and anticipation produces motivation. But I don't want to forget to be fully present. Just as Jim Elliot said, "Wherever you are, be all there." So I take time to list everyday blessings:
- Rain. This May has brought more rain than anyone expected (last year it didn't rain until almost July). Thunderstorms bring a freshness and coolness that is so life-giving in a dry desert.
- Friends. I received an unexpected phone call from a friend who recently moved to the bush. What a blessing to know that she is well and to catch up.
- Teachers. The staff at Sahel are a different kind of people. A couple weeks ago, I was sick almost all week. A fellow elementary teacher didn't hesitate to step in and take on my class in addition to her own! While being sick was miserable, I felt so loved and cared for. Teachers are super heroes.
- Newborns. There have recently been many new babies being born in our community. I had the privilege of visiting one of these newborns of a mother at my church. What a gift to hold him, just 2 days old. His naming ceremony is on Saturday.
Thank you for journeying with me. Thank you for your prayers and support. Thank you for kneeling before Jesus on my behalf. I have needed every prayer. And my need for Christ hasn't changed. From the first day I boarded a plane to Niger until now. If anything, my realization of my need for Jesus has only increased. I am a sinner in need of Almighty God's grace and mercy.
Thank you,
Hannah
Sunday, March 6, 2016
High Heels and Curls
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| Neighbors, parents, and friends. |
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| Teaching Thriller! |
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| Cupcakes! |
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| Bible Study girls! |
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| Housemates :) |
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Rainbows and S'mores
This past week was the first full 5 day teaching week at Sahel for a couple weeks. The first week of February, we had a Professional Development day. The second week, we had Field Day. Though change is nice, it was good to have a full 5 days in a regular routine for the first time this month.
Fourth grade has started a few new things, including a read aloud, "Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nihm" and a unit on "The Land Down Under," Australia! The students have enjoyed attempting to speak in Australian accents...which ends up sounding more like an American south, West African, and British accent all in one; which I suppose is just as impressive, and quite entertaining!
In art class with Mrs. Knox (that's my mom!), elementary students worked on adding color to the library! Fourth grade was the first class to put their handprints on the rainbow mural. After praying with the students, Mrs. Knox clearly explained the rules and they darned themselves with smocks. The painting went smoothly, like a well-oiled machine. Mr. Knox helped clean off each student's hands outside with gasoline and soap. It was a great success, and other classes have added their handprints, too! Red, orange, yellow, green, and purple. Next week, first grade will add blue and then the mural will be complete!
For just a moment, I need to brag on my mom: It has been a pleasure and privilege to watch my mom interact with the students, showing them what art really is and how it can glorify God. Every project allows the students to connect art to Christ! (And she is not too shy to try big projects!) Before bringing each class to the library, she prayed with them, allowing the Holy Spirit to guide her words: our handprints and fingerprints are all unique, made by our creative Creator who loves each one of us! I am so proud of my beautiful and talented mother. And I get to be her daughter!
To end the week and begin the weekend, the senior class put on a class fundraiser...a family camp out! It was great to see many families from the community come to fellowship as one big family. Teams entered a relay race. We enjoyed board and card games in the "Game Lounge." Families gathered around the campfire to hear stories and sing camp songs. Tents of all shapes, sizes, and forms popped up all over the field. I set up my hammock between the soccer goal post and a nearby tree! Though hot season is upon us, the evening was quite cool! The net protected me from mosquitoes, but I was not properly prepared for the cold! In the morning, we all enjoyed an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast! Great job, seniors!
Praising God for a restful weekend and looking forward to another week at Sahel!
Side note: Presidential elections are this weekend. Please pray for peace.
Fourth grade has started a few new things, including a read aloud, "Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nihm" and a unit on "The Land Down Under," Australia! The students have enjoyed attempting to speak in Australian accents...which ends up sounding more like an American south, West African, and British accent all in one; which I suppose is just as impressive, and quite entertaining!
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| I got to leave my hand print, too! |
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| Mr. Knox helping some 4th grade boys wash off the paint. |
For just a moment, I need to brag on my mom: It has been a pleasure and privilege to watch my mom interact with the students, showing them what art really is and how it can glorify God. Every project allows the students to connect art to Christ! (And she is not too shy to try big projects!) Before bringing each class to the library, she prayed with them, allowing the Holy Spirit to guide her words: our handprints and fingerprints are all unique, made by our creative Creator who loves each one of us! I am so proud of my beautiful and talented mother. And I get to be her daughter!
To end the week and begin the weekend, the senior class put on a class fundraiser...a family camp out! It was great to see many families from the community come to fellowship as one big family. Teams entered a relay race. We enjoyed board and card games in the "Game Lounge." Families gathered around the campfire to hear stories and sing camp songs. Tents of all shapes, sizes, and forms popped up all over the field. I set up my hammock between the soccer goal post and a nearby tree! Though hot season is upon us, the evening was quite cool! The net protected me from mosquitoes, but I was not properly prepared for the cold! In the morning, we all enjoyed an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast! Great job, seniors!
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| My hammock and mosquito net! |
Praising God for a restful weekend and looking forward to another week at Sahel!
Side note: Presidential elections are this weekend. Please pray for peace.
Friday, February 12, 2016
Spiritual Emphasis Week and Field Day
This week was eventful at Sahel Academy!
Monday began what we call "Spiritual Emphasis Week." Both elementary and secondary students had the privilege of listening to and learning from the Roche Team, a group who ministers to children in Niamey. Nate Bramsen spoke to the secondary students for an hour each morning about the lies of Satan. Elementary students enjoyed worship, skits, and messages based on the life of Joseph.
For the elementary students, a new part of Joseph's story was brought to life through humor and drama each day. And each day, a connection was made to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I was impressed by the students' insight. On the second day, Joseph was betrayed by his brothers when they threw him into a pit and sold him into slavery. Nate posed the question: who are we in the story? A fourth grader raised her hand and said, "We are the brothers." Wow! Just like Joseph's brothers betrayed him, we have betrayed Jesus. Our sinful nature put Jesus on the cross. And each day, God's forgiveness, grace, and redemption was spoken as truth for these young hearts. At least 3 students received salvation, and a handful approached the team about assurance of faith. Praise God!
What an amazing gift to have the Roche Team come to Sahel and speak Truth. I am so grateful to be able to teach in a school where the name of Jesus is boldly proclaimed. Please continue to pray for students in both elementary and secondary as they search their own hearts and respond to the Holy Spirit's convictions. May they be filled with boldness as they challenge each other to live out the Gospel daily.
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At the end of the week, Sahel enjoyed a day of track and field at Niamey's Stadium! All 160 students, along with staff and many parents, came together to run, jump, and throw. The weather stayed nice and cool throughout the morning, and even the afternoon was not too hot. K-12 was divided into four teams: The Blue Ninjas, The White Cobras, The Orange Tigers, and the Green Dragons. It is always neat to watch the younger and older students connect, cheering each other on at their various events. Praise God for no injuries and an overall beautiful day!
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On another, more personal note, I experienced some sickness this week. Wednesday after school, I came down with a fever. I am grateful for Sahel's willingness to find substitute teachers. A kind parent filled in for me Thursday. While I am not 100%, I am on the road to recovery. Thank you for your prayers.
Monday began what we call "Spiritual Emphasis Week." Both elementary and secondary students had the privilege of listening to and learning from the Roche Team, a group who ministers to children in Niamey. Nate Bramsen spoke to the secondary students for an hour each morning about the lies of Satan. Elementary students enjoyed worship, skits, and messages based on the life of Joseph.
For the elementary students, a new part of Joseph's story was brought to life through humor and drama each day. And each day, a connection was made to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I was impressed by the students' insight. On the second day, Joseph was betrayed by his brothers when they threw him into a pit and sold him into slavery. Nate posed the question: who are we in the story? A fourth grader raised her hand and said, "We are the brothers." Wow! Just like Joseph's brothers betrayed him, we have betrayed Jesus. Our sinful nature put Jesus on the cross. And each day, God's forgiveness, grace, and redemption was spoken as truth for these young hearts. At least 3 students received salvation, and a handful approached the team about assurance of faith. Praise God!
What an amazing gift to have the Roche Team come to Sahel and speak Truth. I am so grateful to be able to teach in a school where the name of Jesus is boldly proclaimed. Please continue to pray for students in both elementary and secondary as they search their own hearts and respond to the Holy Spirit's convictions. May they be filled with boldness as they challenge each other to live out the Gospel daily.
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At the end of the week, Sahel enjoyed a day of track and field at Niamey's Stadium! All 160 students, along with staff and many parents, came together to run, jump, and throw. The weather stayed nice and cool throughout the morning, and even the afternoon was not too hot. K-12 was divided into four teams: The Blue Ninjas, The White Cobras, The Orange Tigers, and the Green Dragons. It is always neat to watch the younger and older students connect, cheering each other on at their various events. Praise God for no injuries and an overall beautiful day!
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On another, more personal note, I experienced some sickness this week. Wednesday after school, I came down with a fever. I am grateful for Sahel's willingness to find substitute teachers. A kind parent filled in for me Thursday. While I am not 100%, I am on the road to recovery. Thank you for your prayers.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Field Trip
Fourth grade went on their 3rd field trip last week. Our geology unit in science has us talking a lot about rocks. So what better way to learn, than to simply go hike some big rocks?!
Early Wednesday morning 11 students and 8 adults loaded up into cars and drove just a few minutes to find what Nigeriens call the "Three Sisters," three rocky plateaus, begging to be climbed by curious children. What a delight to walk hand in hand with the fourth grade girls, giggling and story telling along the way. The boys couldn't help but chase ahead to climb to the top first. The dads chatted and meandered along, helping keep watch.
The class discussed erosion and weathering, watching for natural gutters where water had washed away the stones. Students named and identified the 3 types of rocks - igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic - and their properties. I have never seen children so acutely aware of the rocks around them! They frantically gathered rocks in hopes of finding a unique treasure. Pockets were full and heavy by the end of our 2 hour adventure. We hiked two of the "sisters" and returned to school before 10:00 am.
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| Students made pet rocks to go with our geology unit! |
The class discussed erosion and weathering, watching for natural gutters where water had washed away the stones. Students named and identified the 3 types of rocks - igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic - and their properties. I have never seen children so acutely aware of the rocks around them! They frantically gathered rocks in hopes of finding a unique treasure. Pockets were full and heavy by the end of our 2 hour adventure. We hiked two of the "sisters" and returned to school before 10:00 am.
God blessed me with such a wonderful time. I had been sick all week, not quite feeling up to a trip off campus. But it turns out, an early morning hike is just what I needed. The cool morning air and breeze at the top of each plateau was food for my soul and the opportunity to have fun with the students was a nice change of pace. Thanks to all the dads that joined the excursion! 11 students and 8 adults - almost a 1:1 ratio! I am so grateful for these incredible parents.
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| Fourth grade with Miss Knox at the top of the first "sister!" |
Under Construction
Sahel Academy is currently undergoing a couple additions on campus - the new elementary building and a covered sports court. Watching the gradual progress of both projects makes me feel apart of it in some way, though my dad has played a much more significant role in the overseeing of these two major additions to Sahel's campus. Yet, it is exciting to see the foundations being laid and the walls going up "kana, kana," in Zarma, "slowly, slowly."
In October of 2015, a ground-breaking ceremony was held for the new elementary wing! In order to prepare the spot of land they are using for the building, workers chopped down trees - by hand. With just an axe, I felt like I was watching Paul Bunyan! When they were ready for the ceremony, one of the smallest (and cutest!) kindergartners helped turn the first shovel of soil (more like sand). All the elementary students and teachers gathered together to pray over the start of this exciting project. Praise God Sahel Academy is growing and in need of new rooms for the elementary school, K-5. When it is finished, it will be a two-story building with about 6 new rooms. They hope to finish by June.
Last Thursday, January 28, was the big night for the covered court. A team of men from the States came to help prepare the grounds for this huge project - demolition, dump trucks, jack hammers...every guy's dream! The new court is the size of 3 high school sized basketball courts combined. While you can probably imagine this process in the States requiring large cement trucks with funnels for pouring (15 loads, to be exact), we do not have such resources in Niger.
Starting at 4:30pm on Thursday afternoon, about 100 Nigeriens helped hand-mix 130+ yards of concrete - over 40 tons of sac concrete, plus sand and stone. Men filled wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow with fresh, wet concrete ready to dump and refill. After 14 hours of non-stop pouring, the cement for the court was done! Coming to school to see it finished the next morning was a treat! What an impressive and unique experience. The court remains covered in water to help with the curing. The students are looking forward to having such a spacious place to play!
We are so grateful for the men that have made these projects possible for Sahel. It is a blessing to Sahel families, students, staff, as well as the larger community to have such facilities for learning and recreation. Praise God!
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| SIM Director, Steve Schmidt; SIM Head of Construction, Chad Winsor, Sahel Academy Director and Principal, Bev Farrer |
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| Pouring and smoothing the concrete by hand. |
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| Workers lined up with their wheelbarrows of concrete! |
Starting at 4:30pm on Thursday afternoon, about 100 Nigeriens helped hand-mix 130+ yards of concrete - over 40 tons of sac concrete, plus sand and stone. Men filled wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow with fresh, wet concrete ready to dump and refill. After 14 hours of non-stop pouring, the cement for the court was done! Coming to school to see it finished the next morning was a treat! What an impressive and unique experience. The court remains covered in water to help with the curing. The students are looking forward to having such a spacious place to play!
We are so grateful for the men that have made these projects possible for Sahel. It is a blessing to Sahel families, students, staff, as well as the larger community to have such facilities for learning and recreation. Praise God!
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Home Again
After our visit to the States for Christmas, my parents and I arrived to Niamey late on Saturday, January 9th. The next day, I took time to rest, welcomed by a cool morning, sunshine warmth. A definite change from Pittsburgh.
Monday, there was a lot of work to do. A week of work, and one day to do it all! By God's grace, the planning and preparations all got done. And I was ready to teach on Tuesday. Of course, the 6 hour time difference made the first week of teaching a bit challenging. I lay awake all night Monday, unable to will myself back to sleep. The following weekend brought much needed rest. I enjoyed my new hammock in the shade of African palms. (Thanks, Chad!)
Since being back in the classroom, fourth grade has kept busy! We made pet rocks to go with our geology unit. We exploded a coke bottle after talking about volcanoes. And thanks to Jacob and Amy for the "Insta-Snow," we had a snow day! Students who have never seen or felt snow before were able to get a glimpse of the white magical flakes. We finished a book called "Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle," ending with me dressed up as Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle herself! We've continued to learn about how to research. Some of the students commented on how much they felt like their parents or college students as they looked through books and encyclopedias to record information in their note books. We still have a raffle every Friday, which the students so look forward to. And we continue to pray to start every morning, and now end the day with a "high and low" of the student we prayed for.
There are a lot of changes on Sahel Academy's campus. My dad has been involved in the construction of the new elementary wing. The foundation is laid and walls are up! A team from the States came to replace the roofing on the dorm. And just this past week, we watched as another team and about 100 Nigeriens poured concrete for the new covered court. After about 14 hours of hand mixing concrete, filling and dumping wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow, and carefully smoothing it all by hand, the court was finally done!
It's good to be back in Niger. And I am grateful that I didn't completely miss cool season while I was in the States. The brisk mornings and breezy afternoons are such a blessing. I have enjoyed meals with family, brunch with neighbors, and game nights with friends. We even went to the French Cultural Center for an evening of classical guitar! An afternoon of kite-flying with a student and her family and an evening of tossing the frisbee with housemates are a couple more blessings. As I adjusted back into the routine of life in Niger, my gracious housemates cooked for me and even did the dishes! I am overwhelmed by the generosity and love of the community here. I am looking forward to another semester together!
Monday, there was a lot of work to do. A week of work, and one day to do it all! By God's grace, the planning and preparations all got done. And I was ready to teach on Tuesday. Of course, the 6 hour time difference made the first week of teaching a bit challenging. I lay awake all night Monday, unable to will myself back to sleep. The following weekend brought much needed rest. I enjoyed my new hammock in the shade of African palms. (Thanks, Chad!)
Since being back in the classroom, fourth grade has kept busy! We made pet rocks to go with our geology unit. We exploded a coke bottle after talking about volcanoes. And thanks to Jacob and Amy for the "Insta-Snow," we had a snow day! Students who have never seen or felt snow before were able to get a glimpse of the white magical flakes. We finished a book called "Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle," ending with me dressed up as Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle herself! We've continued to learn about how to research. Some of the students commented on how much they felt like their parents or college students as they looked through books and encyclopedias to record information in their note books. We still have a raffle every Friday, which the students so look forward to. And we continue to pray to start every morning, and now end the day with a "high and low" of the student we prayed for.
There are a lot of changes on Sahel Academy's campus. My dad has been involved in the construction of the new elementary wing. The foundation is laid and walls are up! A team from the States came to replace the roofing on the dorm. And just this past week, we watched as another team and about 100 Nigeriens poured concrete for the new covered court. After about 14 hours of hand mixing concrete, filling and dumping wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow, and carefully smoothing it all by hand, the court was finally done!
It's good to be back in Niger. And I am grateful that I didn't completely miss cool season while I was in the States. The brisk mornings and breezy afternoons are such a blessing. I have enjoyed meals with family, brunch with neighbors, and game nights with friends. We even went to the French Cultural Center for an evening of classical guitar! An afternoon of kite-flying with a student and her family and an evening of tossing the frisbee with housemates are a couple more blessings. As I adjusted back into the routine of life in Niger, my gracious housemates cooked for me and even did the dishes! I am overwhelmed by the generosity and love of the community here. I am looking forward to another semester together!
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| My housemates and me (Naomi, Lisa, Julie, Hannah) |
Being Stateside
After returning from Urbana, the Lord knew what I needed. I had just enough time to see a few good friends before feeling ready to return to Niger.
Being back in the States was good, and I had kept busy enough up to this point to not really think about the transition of cultures. But there were a few things that reminded me that I was no longer in Niger. For example, when I needed to run errands, I didn't think twice about getting in the car alone and going where I needed to go. I knew how long it would take me to get there and I could count on the store to be open. Drivers actually stay in their lanes. There are no bush taxis or motos zipping in and out of traffic at their leisure. Oh, peaceful American driving.
Hot showers, soft tissues, cuddling under big comforters, and fires in the wood burner were a few simple pleasures. I enjoyed peanut butter oreos, real milk, and delicious venison. We ate out at the Olive Garden for my birthday, and I had shrimp and chocolate cheesecake! And I definitely made sure to find a Chic-Fil-A before returning to Niger. Costco has everything you'd ever need in one store. I could drink water from the tap, go outside without being stared at, and attend a church service in my own language. Yes, home brought a few reversed-culture-shock experiences, but nothing too extraordinary. Home will always be home.
I was able to see friends that I might not be able to see again for awhile. I visited professors at Grove City and of course, stopped by the Outlets. I ran errands in Cranberry. I went to the mall with a good friend. I visited neighbors and mailed letters. The family celebrated Amy with a baby shower. My time at home was full, but rich.
My mom had a night with some ladies from church - what a blessing. We talked about living in Niger and my mom was able to share her story and struggles. They prayed for the both of us, showing us what it means to be a part of the body of Christ. A long-time friend and neighbor offered to help with some last minute shopping - how helpful and so generous! God is good to provide.
While my time at home was wonderful, I thank God that I felt ready to return to Niamey when it came time. On January 8th, my parents and I went to the airport for a long day of traveling. We made it to Niamey late on the 9th, greeted by good friends.
From one home to another, the Lord is good and He is God.
Being back in the States was good, and I had kept busy enough up to this point to not really think about the transition of cultures. But there were a few things that reminded me that I was no longer in Niger. For example, when I needed to run errands, I didn't think twice about getting in the car alone and going where I needed to go. I knew how long it would take me to get there and I could count on the store to be open. Drivers actually stay in their lanes. There are no bush taxis or motos zipping in and out of traffic at their leisure. Oh, peaceful American driving.
Hot showers, soft tissues, cuddling under big comforters, and fires in the wood burner were a few simple pleasures. I enjoyed peanut butter oreos, real milk, and delicious venison. We ate out at the Olive Garden for my birthday, and I had shrimp and chocolate cheesecake! And I definitely made sure to find a Chic-Fil-A before returning to Niger. Costco has everything you'd ever need in one store. I could drink water from the tap, go outside without being stared at, and attend a church service in my own language. Yes, home brought a few reversed-culture-shock experiences, but nothing too extraordinary. Home will always be home.
I was able to see friends that I might not be able to see again for awhile. I visited professors at Grove City and of course, stopped by the Outlets. I ran errands in Cranberry. I went to the mall with a good friend. I visited neighbors and mailed letters. The family celebrated Amy with a baby shower. My time at home was full, but rich.
My mom had a night with some ladies from church - what a blessing. We talked about living in Niger and my mom was able to share her story and struggles. They prayed for the both of us, showing us what it means to be a part of the body of Christ. A long-time friend and neighbor offered to help with some last minute shopping - how helpful and so generous! God is good to provide.
While my time at home was wonderful, I thank God that I felt ready to return to Niamey when it came time. On January 8th, my parents and I went to the airport for a long day of traveling. We made it to Niamey late on the 9th, greeted by good friends.
From one home to another, the Lord is good and He is God.
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| Blue skies, clean air, sunshine...ah! |
Urbana
While I was at home this Christmas, I had the pleasure of attending Urbana Mission Conference in St. Louis, Missouri for the third time. The day after Christmas, my parents, Chad, and I packed up the truck for a 10 hour road trip. While others might groan at such an endeavor, road trips are a blessing to me. I love being on the road again with family. Mom and I chatted in the back seat, we listened to whatever music was playing on the radio in each town we passed, and took the occasional pit stop for snacks.
Although this was not my first Urbana, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable to begin. Why was I here? I already knew my call. But the Lord continued to open my heart and mind. My good friend Abby Cline and her fiance Stephen roomed with my parents, brother, and I, which was a special treat. To be able to process and share life again with such a good friend was life-giving. I also caught up with a few others from Niger! Rachel, a good friend and old housemate, was there, as well as my future housemate, Julie! A former Sahel student was there representing CIU, and another single guy wanting to minister to the Fulani in Niger was there! It was truly wonderful to make so many connections.
Through seminars, Bible Studies, quiet times, evening sessions, worship, and conversations with friends and strangers, I learned some important lessons. I was reminded of the purpose behind missions - JESUS. David Platt warned us to be committed to Jesus before committing ourselves to missions. Francis Chan reminded us of the beauty of living under the authority of Christ. In Bible Study, we discussed how the body of Christ needs each other. And after talking with friends, I realized that it's ok to not know or understand the future. I am in the palm of Almighty God - there is no better place to be.
God is good. We headed home after a loud and eventful evening of New Year's Eve worship, grateful for all that the Lord had done and will continue to do.
Although this was not my first Urbana, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable to begin. Why was I here? I already knew my call. But the Lord continued to open my heart and mind. My good friend Abby Cline and her fiance Stephen roomed with my parents, brother, and I, which was a special treat. To be able to process and share life again with such a good friend was life-giving. I also caught up with a few others from Niger! Rachel, a good friend and old housemate, was there, as well as my future housemate, Julie! A former Sahel student was there representing CIU, and another single guy wanting to minister to the Fulani in Niger was there! It was truly wonderful to make so many connections.
Through seminars, Bible Studies, quiet times, evening sessions, worship, and conversations with friends and strangers, I learned some important lessons. I was reminded of the purpose behind missions - JESUS. David Platt warned us to be committed to Jesus before committing ourselves to missions. Francis Chan reminded us of the beauty of living under the authority of Christ. In Bible Study, we discussed how the body of Christ needs each other. And after talking with friends, I realized that it's ok to not know or understand the future. I am in the palm of Almighty God - there is no better place to be.
God is good. We headed home after a loud and eventful evening of New Year's Eve worship, grateful for all that the Lord had done and will continue to do.
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| Abby Cline, Abdoul Bala, Rachel Gillner, Hannah Knox |
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