Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Brokenness

It’s true I am content.  SO glad to finally be here and to be ‘in the midst of God’s will for me.’  Glad to have time to put my thoughts on paper, time to watch the amazing birds play in the trees and eat the fruit in my yard and listen to them sing. Glad to begin to know the community here.
Pied Crows in a tree at sunset

A hymn sing goodbye for our
Swiss friend (left)
The easiest people to know first is of course the ones who look and sound like me: other missionaries, here to serve, called to serve in this place now.  There is depth here.  Wisdom. Age. Youth.  Naivety. Hope. Despair.  These Saints are not Super Christians. They are broken, hurting, loving, kind saints making their way like you and me. There was last week a woman who has served here for over 40 years and was leaving to return to her ‘homeland’ Switzerland.  She is leaving her work, her friends, her heart here in Cameroon.  Yesterday another missionary woman lost her young cousin back in the states to cancer, just after they took her 2 ½ lb. preemie by emergency C-section, their 4th child, but my friend can not go home to help or comfort her family. My neighbor’s oldest child has mild autism.  This teenaged girl and her family deal with all the stresses of high school without the autism support found in the states. A husband leaves for two-week trips often, leaving his wife at home with several children, while they do the next step on the project.  
MKs watching a movie with my kids-
giving a mom a break
while her husband was out of town.
A wife makes a ‘quick’ trip home to the states with some of the kids because of a death in the family, while the husband holds down the fort.  There are displaced people who were supposed to serve in now war-torn countries.  A man who wants desperately to do his job well but is working through red tape and change of job description.  A pilot waits for the governmental okay for the developing aviation program.  A former MK with 2 small children has a stress fracture in her foot and no way to get a boot. 
But this community has something truly special.  People pray.  People practice hospitality.  People share what they have- food, rides, water, information. People love well.  It is not easy.  But it is good to see God’s glory and faithfulness in the brokenness of his saints.

Silas shows the kids and a parent
the summer sausage he is making on
their walk home from school


The second set of folks we’ve gotten to know are the Cameroonians who work nearby.  There are many who work at the SIL offices (Wycliffe’s sister organization that we report to here), and at CABTAL (Cameroonian Association for Bible Translation and Literacy) next door, but also the guards, vegetable salesmen, small boutique workers, gardeners, house help, and babysitters. It is hard to explain the language and cultural barriers, but they are real.  Again there is so much brokenness.  Everyone is struggling to make ends meet and to care for their children. Everyone has brokenness that needs a BIG God to fill and heal.  This time of year the stories are everywhere of the children who are not in school because of the school fees, or that they can go, but there is not enough money for books.  The guard whose wife lost a baby at birth but the insurance found a loophole and didn’t pay so the family has crippling hospital bills to pay as well as the grief of losing a child.  There are so many stories.  And I believe them.  But these Saints are persevering, praying, believing.  And God continues to provide help where there should be not help.  There is love and compassion and prayers for people and problems that we have never met.  What a blessing to serve alongside these Saints!
I just finished reading the book ‘Kisses for Katie’ about a young missionary woman serving in Uganda.  She has way less than I do in many physical ways.  She serves radically and while I do not feel called to serve the same way she does, I do feel called to love well right where I am, wherever I am.  I believe that is the will of God for all of us.

Please pray for the people of Cameroon, for our work here, and for the ability to love well.   The expat church does not have a regular pastor.  It has elders and people who take turns doing the jobs.  Missionaries need shepherding too!  Pray for you missionaries, for your pastors, for those in leadership.  They need it!  We all need it.  We are all dealing with brokenness and the need for a savior to make us whole.
A woman walking down our street
holding a baby the tradtional way.

This worm (10 inches) crawled up our shower drain!











Tonight's sunset from my porch

Please continue to pray for our house in Lynchburg to rent, and for us to find a good, used, four-wheel drive vehicle that we can afford.  Pray for a solution to Chris’s malfunctioning iPhone- it works except you can’t hear him talk.




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Content in Cameroon



7 weeks.  Right now I can honestly say that I am happier here than I was in language school in France.  That’s not to say I really like Cameroon better than France; I haven’t been here long enough to know that. But what I can say is I feel freer here than I have in a long time. 
Kristin and Chris at RFIS
Barn dance night

RFIS entrance 

I have the freedom to do what I like to do, want to do, what I’m good at. I am not sitting in class all day feeling unsuccessful.  I am using my French everyday instead.   I can walk my kids to class and volunteer at their school.  I can go to a prayer group and pray for my kids.  I can go to after school activities.  RFIS boys’ soccer team played the Cameroonian women’s national team Monday.  How cool is that?  And I could go! 

Final score 7 - 3
Not bad!
And while I was there, I got to give one of the teachers a backrub – she said it was the first time to have one that really was deep enough since leaving home.  I have time to cook, go grocery shopping, and spend time with friends.  I can tuck my kids in at night and stay with them a while and pay attention to them and not be thinking of my homework or what I should be doing that’s not with or for them. I get to be mom here, not student, not being with my mom and dad while dad died and just helping mom afterwards, not packing, not sharing our calling to friends and potential partners.  This is the biggest adjustment.  I have time to take care of all of those things and have time left over-
Meat counter at the big grocery store
even in a place where it takes a long time to do much of it. I don’t have a system yet.  I have to re-learn to take time for myself, more time to pray and spend with God, to be a good wife.  I have time to be good to my friends and to those I feel called to minister to.  
Heidi and me
I am jealous of my time.  I have said no to many volunteer opportunities- or at least, no, not yet.  I am waiting to know how God wants me to serve here and not to just be busy.  I am loving the time of rest.  I woke yesterday morning with a sty on my eye and feeling like I’m catching a cold. And I could roll over and go back to sleep. Oh it has been so long since I’ve had the freedom to do that!

The water has been out since last night, but today, for the first time, instead of feeling just overwhelmed and helpless, I washed my dishes anyway.  I killed the collecting ants.
Ants- most of them were gone before
I could take a picture.
I used the ‘grey water’ and flushed the potties.  I made ant bait.  I made popcorn for the kid’s snack. I cooked dinner. It was good!  And it was good to get over the helpless feeling.  No one freaked out tonight when the power went out during the thunderstorm.  We all knew where the flashlights were.  The computers and phones were charged.  SO, no water, no electricity, no internet, but we still had gas and 4 of 5 of us had bucket showers (I took a shower at my friend’s house around noon J ).  It was okay.  We are okay.  And tonight to the glow of my computer, Kristin read her book, then we prayed for the folks on our list, we read a chapter in Acts and talked about why Paul and Barnabas split up, but reconciled later.  We talked about how we need to pray for one another and give each other grace.  Undeserved favor. Oh how much it is needed- along with forgiveness and love.  I feel it here.
God is good and we are content with Cameroon.  Thank you for praying, for supporting, for reading, for having grace.
Kristin's first ever taxi ride

Fish dinner Cameroonian style
No silverware!















p.s. Our house Still hasn’t rented in Lynchburg.  Keep praying!

p.p.s. My tooth I had ‘fixed’ just before we left France is bothering me again. L And I am catching a cold.