What a week

Exhausted may not even begin to describe how I feel. Six days on the field has left me with many memories.  It also left me drained, emotionally. However, it is great how God has His way of giving a little boost to kick me out of the exhaustion.

The beginning of today started out with a bit of disappointment. I was supposed to be shadowing at the high school in Africa, but unfortunately things fell through. That meant I was back on outreach. Not that I didn't want to be on outreach because that is the team I asked to be a part of, but I was looking forward to a change in a pace. I felt like I was just giving all of myself over the past few days, and I wasn't sure how much more energy I had left.

It is awesome how God has a different plan. I was reminded how I just needed to rest in Him and not rely on my own strength - Zechariah 4:6. Part of the reason for hitting a wall was that I had so many emotions going through my mind. Today marks the 5 month anniversary of my grandma's death. I miss her more today than words can truly describe. I know she is much happier with Jesus, but I still miss her like crazy. And sometimes, I still cry...like last night and this morning. God was able to quiet my heart and speak to me through Psalms. He just reminded me to rest and reflect on His goodness.

So, today consisted of a new adventure: water filtration team. I REALLY wanted to do it and was so blessed to be a part of a four person team. We were able to go into the homes of multiple people, install water filters for lifetime clean water, and share the gospel of the living water, Jesus. It was a beautiful experience. The homes are so unique and the people are so special. My heart was completely stilled. I will never be able to see something so humbling again.

I am constantly being reminded that my life is not my own. Even though I may want something so much, God may have a different plan. And, that plan will be something better than I EVER could have imagined on my own.

Tomorrow is our last day before heading to Livingstone. I can't believe how fast the last week and a half has gone. The next 24 hours are going to be a great time of reflection to see how God will stretch us in the village one final time. This will probably be the last post until Livingstone. Shalinipo until then!

Two down...

...and one to go!

That's right, we have been on the field for 5 days now. We finished working in our second village today. Tomorrow we embark on the journey to the new and last village of the trip.

This last village, Kabwata, has been amazing. I have been so blessed to get to know so many children and amazing interpreters. I just love the one I had for three days, Brendah. Her and I just clicked. She is so full of love. Words seriously cannot describe how much I am going to miss her. Although, I am fortunate enough to be able to see her one last time on Sunday and keep in touch with her on Facebook.

Today, I got to witness to so many people...and by many, I mean about 58+. It was jam packed in the outreach room! I literally didn't get a break for 4 or so hours. During my time, I was able to have such a serious conversation with three lovely little girls. They wanted to know more about Jesus and the Bible. It was absolutely wonderful, and it just broke my heart...in a good way.

My heart is so filled with joy! This last village has made the trip remind me why I love being here oh so much! I have learned so many things, like more about the language, Zambian games, and how to dance African style - although I have learned white girls (and guys) don't have the hips to make it work, haha.

Although I am sad to say good-bye to this village,  I am looking forward to meeting new people, as we transition to the new village tomorrow. So until then, mwende bwino!

Outreaching...like crazy

So it has been a crazy past three and a half days. After making the last post, I found out the kids from the LHI orphanage were coming to the hotel to open their gifts from their sponsors. I was so very excited to see the boy I fell in love with last year, Chisenga. He grew so much but seems to be doing so well. He still totally has a piece of my heart.

Anyway, about the villages. The first village we visited was an interesting experience. On a good note, the medical team saw 765 people in the two days we were there! The village itself was very different than anything I encountered last year. The kids at this village were very needy, touchy, and expected a lot, specifically to give them stuff. Sometimes it got kind of crazy. They literally carried one of our teams members and chanted while carrying him...so yeah, different. It was definitely eye-opening but still a good experience.

As for the second village, which was today, it was AMAZING!!! I played with the kids almost the ENTIRE time. The turn out wasn't great on the medical end due to a miscommunication, but the many kids that were there were so pleasant. I taught jump rope, played soccer, and learned how to play net-ball...which just might be my new favorite game, haha. I also am extremely burnt from the sun...literally my neck is as red as a tomato. I swear to you that I put on sunscreen but I guess that's what I get for 4+ hours of standing in the African sun and being extremely white. My body feels as if it is radiating heat...I guess it works with keeping me warm during the chillier evenings. :-P

As for other things, the weather has been chilly: low 70s/high 60s with a lot of wind. Today was an exception with little wind and warming up to somewhere between 75 and 80. I have been trying to take pictures, although sometimes it's hard when you're having too much fun being one of the kids.

I can't wait to see how the next few days will turn out. On a plus, I will be observing in the school in Ndola on Monday. I am so looking forward to comparing the school in Zambia to schools in America. I am sure it will be an enlightening experience.

We've arrived!

Well it has been a long 36+ hours, but the journey to Ndola has finally ended...or technically is just beginning. Between being over an hour delayed in Detroit and running through the terminals in Amsterdam, the travel has been an adventure. However, even with quite the adventure to start with, we arrived safely AND with all our luggage!

The weather right now is pretty cool. Probably between 70 and 80 in the afternoons and about 60 in the evening. The sun is gorgeous, as it shines throughout the entire day.

To say I missed being here is an understatement. It is almost as if I never left. Tonight is pill-packing for the medical/pharmacy team. Tomorrow begins the outreaches to the villages. Can't wait to see what's in store over the next couple weeks!

The adventure begins...

Well, it's been a while...a long while. I can't believe school has ended, and I'm leaving for Africa tomorrow. To make it short, as I haven't posted in a while, this year has been a crazy one! From working full time (well more than full time with tutoring on the side) to officially completing my Master's --oh yeah, I finished that 2 months ago!--to everything else that life hands you, it seems like it was never going to calm down. But it has, in a way.

I am more excited than ever to be going back to Zambia. However, it still hasn't quite hit me yet. I mean, yes I'm excited and my bags are packed, but it still seems so unreal. Until I board that plane, I don't think it will truly hit me that I'm going back to a country that I hold so dear and near to my heart.

I can't wait to be back in a country with people who are so passionate. Passionate about life, fellowship, and God. The appreciation and joy that is encountered there just seeps through every part of their body. And...it's contagious. Oh, and the music. To hear their voices, their powerful and melodic voices!

Okay, so maybe I'm more than excited and anxious to be going back. I've looked forward to it all year. Every chance I get to talk about my experience, I do. So, I'm ending it for now, but I'll be back in a few days when I have reached Africa.

All in God's timing

The last time I made a post on here was when I found out that a close friend of mine's father had died. It's been almost two months since then. A lot has happened in two months. A lot that has been unexpected, well slightly unexpected.

Almost a month ago, on January 24, my beautiful grandmother went to be with Jesus. My emotions have been all over the place. I was extremely close with my grandma. She was everything to me. I valued her opinion. In my selfish world, she went too soon. However, being that she suffered the five months prior to her death, I know that she is in a much better place and truly received the ultimate healing. My heart is completely torn. No one can understand the type of relationship I had with her nor what I'm really going through. I will cherish the memories we had and will remember her constantly. She was one of my greatest influences. I wouldn't be who am I today without her influence. I only hope that I could one day have half of the qualities she had.

Within the last two months, I have also discovered that my dad got remarried at the end of the year. My mom and him were officially divorced November 1. My dad married his new wife at the end of December. He was dating/seeing his new wife while my parents were still married. I just don't understand how with a Christian mindset this is seen as acceptable. I also don't understand how he can spend all the effort and money he wants into completely remodeling his house, but for the ten or so years he lived with us, he didn't put barely a penny into updating anything. I'm just frustrated...if you can't tell.

However, I've realized with my grandma's passing, my family growing closer, seeing my dad quickly move on, and past experiences/encounters with guys, I've realized I don't know if I'll ever be able to get married. I'll be honest in saying that I have major trust issues, and I don't think I'll ever be able to trust a guy enough to marry him. I adore my family and can sometimes be seen as homebody. You know what, though, that's okay! I'd rather soak in every moment with my family and adopt children, instead of investing into a relationship that could potentially fall apart. I know this may seem like a slightly cynical comment. However, it's amazing how much other situations and people can influence a person's thinking. I've come to the conclusion that I have been hurt, emotionally. It's not that I don't want to get married because that desire is still completely and totally there. Maybe I just need to meet my "Mr. Right" in order to change that perspective, and he hasn't graced his presence in my life yet.

I'm learning that I'm content with where I'm at in my life. To be almost done with school. To be going back to Africa. To be purchasing my house. To be involved in worship through church and other places. To always be strengthening friendships and making new friends. To constantly be going on new adventures. To grow closer to my family. To continually pursue my relationship with Jesus.

I don't understand...

...and probably never will. Yesterday (Christmas day), a very dear and close friend of mine's father passed away. I am in shock. I am in tears. As I was close with the entire family, I know that her dad went to be with Jesus, which is such a wonderful comfort knowing we will all see him again in that day of glory. However, I just don't understand why it all happened the way it did. Sometimes thing just don't seem fair, at least according to my eyes, but I know God sees it differently.

Sitting at the table with mom talking about how it just doesn't seem fair and bringing me to tears, I expressed why do good people with wonderful relationships with Jesus have to leave this earth and why is God keeping around people who are fickle and/or lukewarm. It makes me long for that day of glory that much more, but it also makes my heart break at where this world is headed. My mom brought up something one of her best friends had said a long time ago regarding this very topic. She stated that she believes God is leaving those fickle people around to have time to really figure out their relationship with Jesus. Okay, so that makes sense. But still...

During these moments, it makes me treasure my friends and family, but most of all, it makes me really appreciate that I have been so lucky to grow up in a family that introduced me to Jesus at an early age. I cherish my relationship with Christ.

"One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to inquire in his temple." -Psalm 27:4