Weekends of Fun!

Welll, hopefully all of you had a great weekend! It’s Sunday night here in Benin and I just got off the phone with my mom and dad and GG and am watching Season 1 of Grey’s Anatomy in the upper right hand corner of my computer while I type up this little blog post. Also talked to Megan and Dr. Henley at Milestones. Shout out to my MPC family; miss you guys!!!

Also, just killed the 153^rd ant of the night that was crawling across my computer screen. Also, the keys on my laptop hardly want to move b/c of all the insane amounts of dust that have blown into them…it’s usually dusty here but right now it’s crazy dusty from the winds blowing down sand from the Sahara Dessert. (as best I understand it at least…)

Weekends are fun around here. This weekend has been busy, as usual and also fun, of course!

To paint a very small picture of what the past few days have looked like, I’ll highlight some key points.

Saturday morning started with a morning exercise time with my downstairs neighbor, Maman Carmella. (Carmella is her first born child; It’s customary here for men and women to become Papa _____ and Maman ______ with their first born child’s name inserted and that’s what they are known as for essentially the rest of their life. For instance, we have a cook who works at the orphanage who I only know as Maman Jacquelyn, Jacquelyn was her first born child. Maman Carmella’s first name is Yvette, I do know that!) She showed me this nice path that’s about 2 miles roundtrip that I can travel easily on my own without getting too turned around and lost on the red dirt roads. The plan is to pound out many mornings on that path. We had a great time together reviewing my French verbs and their conjugations and she worked on learning the English words that correlated.

Every other Saturday a psychologist, Carine, comes to Sakete from Porto Novo, the capital city of Benin that’s about 1 hour away to meet with the children and she spends several hours at the orphanage doing various things with the kids. Yesterday was her Saturday to be at the centre and we met her there. I answered some emails and browsed Facebook during their group activity time and then when the younger children were finished with their session Alice, Rosaline and I went to the storage room to organize bins of items that we had moved over to the orphanage from the bureau on Friday morning.

A little change that has taken place in the course of what Arbre de Vie looks like over the past several months is that an adoption program has been added to the existing work that Arbre de Vie is currently doing in Benin. It’s all under the umbrella of Arbre de Vie NGO but the children in the adoption program all live over at the old bureau (which we now call Centre #2) until they are united with their “forever families”. These are young children (newborn-early childhood) who will only be at this centre temporarily until all the paperwork and legal matters are taken care of for the adoption process. There is staff there caring for the children and the staff at Centre #1 is working alongside our team at Centre #2 to try to provide the best environment and care for these children until they’re adopted to their families in Europe and the US. Okay, back to the story of the day…

We moved everything that was Centre One’s items out of the old bureau (TONS of paperwork for the NGO, files, financial information, school books, etc.) and had a lot of work on our hands (still do) with organizing all of that and finding places for it all in the new dorm/at Centre #1. Is this getting confusing yet? Sorry. I’m trying to explain it all as clearly as possible.

Either way, Rosaline, Alice and I worked in the storage room at our Centre #1 for a few hours and they were very helpful with emptying the bins and helping organize. I’m all about organizing so I love this task, trust me! In the process, I pulled out a white, round, bead looking thing and rolled it in my hands (thinking it was a bead). The white, tiny ball squished and green liquid came squirting out…thank GOD I had on gloves b/c I hate my hands feeling all gross and there’s so much dust so I wear medical gloves when I clean here. Alice starts laughing. I start freaking out.

“What was that?”

“Alice! What was that??”

“Oh my word. Why is it green? What is it??”

“Tata, it is a baby lizard.”

BARF.

Lunchtime followed by more cleaning and organizing. Ashley taught the kids how to make Rainbow Loom bracelets/rings that their Tata Emily sent them for Christmas and they loved it! I’m now the proud owner of 2 Rainbow Loom bracelets handmade by the children of Arbre de Vie. Don’t be jealous.

Off we went with a group of our kids to work together over at Centre #2 for several hours. We loaded up all the remainder of our items and loved on the children there for several hours. Our kids did a craft project with them and the young kids did so well with coloring and making signs for their living room. We sang songs. The kids played games with them. It was good for our kids to be part of this and to give back. They’ve been given so much and their lives are so radically different because of it…it will be important for them to always know and realize the importance of giving back to those in need.

Unloaded everything at Centre #1. Back to Centre #2 for the last of the items. Augustin and I went to the pharmacy to pick up medicine for 2 children in our sponsorship program who have sickle cell. Walked into the pharmacy, picked up all the meds we needed to finish what Ashley had already purchased. Stopped at the roadside market stand to pick up popcorn to make for movie night. Went to the home of the children to give them their medications for the entire month and spent some time talking with them and praying for them. Stopped to get me some COLD water before heading home to the orphanage. It’s around 8pm by this time…we ate some dinner and then started a movie for the kids to watch since it’s Saturday and all, right? High School Musical made it even better!

Ashley taught me the ropes for making popcorn for 30+ people in iron pots. She burnt her finger on hot oil. Toothpaste to the rescue from Maman Jacquelyn for the burn. Fresh popcorn for everyone. Sang along with High School Musical, duh!

Movie’s over. Head out of the orphanage which is always a 30+ minute endeavor. Tell all the kids goodnight. Hug them tight. Drive home. Sleeping tight until about 0300 in the morning when the right side of my bed goes falling off the bedframe slat and I feel like I’m legitimately rolling down a huge mountain. Scared the liver out of me. Seriously, we could have won money! Didn’t fix it at the time…just slept on an incline all night on the left side holding on for dear life.

Slept in a little this morning before church. Church at 10:30. Home for lunch. (Shoutout to Cindy for the amazing broccoli cheese soup! Tell Nancy the brand. She can send some soups over in my first package! BOMB!) Ash made broccoli cheese soup (DELISH) and JB made garlic bread (SUPERB) and then off I went to do my most dreaded task…LAUNDRY.

Now, I don’t really like doing laundry in the States even. Where I have a washing machine. Where I have a dryer. I REALLY don’t like doing laundry in Benin. But I decided to make the best of it and hunkered down to tackle my mountain of laundry from the past 2 weeks…handwashed it all and when I went upstairs to hang the last load of clothes on the line on our roof, this crazy storm was blowing in. The sky legitimately looked like an Oklahoma sky in Spring during a tornado…the wind was blowing like CRAZY and my clothes that were already on the line were being tossed all over the line in the wind and I screamed down for help and up ran Ash, Jon and Femi (he came home with us after church because he was feeling sick) and we took all the clothes off the line and brought them into my apartment. I was going to be one ticked off Tata if all my hard, handwashing laundry work had gone to waste because all the clothes wouldn’t dry because of the storm…

Off to the orphanage. Study time with the kids. Bible study time with the pastor. More organizing and emptying. Bins/Boxes. Dinner. Laughing to the point of crying with the kids. Leftover popcorn. Goodnights. Brush your teeth. Go to bed. Drive home.

Decide to hang up the clothes back up on the roof tonight so they wouldn’t be gross and musty by morning…and stinky. And I will be darned if all that work goes to waste!!! Jon fixed my bed. I threw on my headlamp that Megan my nurse friend from Milestones gave me as a goodbye gift and put those clothes out on the line to dry using both my hands without having to hold a flashlight! SCORE! Best gift ever. Delphine was along to assist Tata and bat off the birds waiting for us at the top of the stairs. And now, sleep.

Sweet, sweet sleep.

Wonder what Monday will hold?

what is normal anyway?

The past few days have been a whirlwind…to say the least. 

So incredibly grateful tonight to Jon and Ashley for ALL their help with getting my apartment in order prior to my arrival and since I’ve been here. Seriously. All their friends and our other neighbors, the children and the staff at the orphanage have done so much. It is so nice that this little apartment already feels like home and my kitchen is organized, thanks to Ash.

I will try over the next few days/weeks to get some more things in order around here with everyone’s gracious help and post some pictures. It’s a pretty great little set up and it’s nice being right across the outdoor walkway from Jon and Ashley’s home. For those who haven’t been here and seen it, it’s essentially a big cement home that has been divided into 3 apartments on the bottom that 3 different families live in and then up a stairway are 2 more apartments on the 2nd floor. For those really curious, mine is on the right of the stairway and the Barchus’ is on the left. Too much detail? Okay. Sorry.

The past few days have been wonderful, as I know you all can imagine and are not surprised to hear. Today was what I would say felt like was our first “real” day here with a little sense of normalcy setting back in with the kids and life with them. This is the longest length of time Jon and Ash have been gone since they moved here and SURPRISE, Tata joined them on their return. Now I guess we’ve begun what will become a new normal, although there is no normal. With 30+ kids around there is always something (or should I say, someone) throwing a little curveball for "normal" life here. Life will look a little different now but hopefully only a good kind of different.

Speaking of "normal", today for instance was going to be a normal Wednesday. We get to the orphanage and the children are all home from school in the afternoon. (Wednesday afternoons they have off.) We busted out some new games Ash brought back from the States. “I Spy” and “SLAP” or “SWAP” or something…I can’t remember now but before we could bust out the games one of the little girls had a couple of abscesses that needed drained and some attention so off we went to the clinic area that is now at the orphanage because of the new dorm (thank you GOD and BCN for this incredible gift!) and Ash held her while I took care of some of that. Jon was in the city about an hour away to go to the bank, since that’s the closest bank. Yes, an hour.

We taught the kids the games and then all played SWAP together (I think it’s SWAP…) and I only wish that each and every person could have heard and been around the table with us. The laughter. Oh my word. It kills me and it’s just about one of my favorite things in this entire world. (Betsy, Adolphe got giggling SO hard at one point he could barely breathe…that incredible cackle. LOVE!) Games were over for a little while so then it was time for Tats to work on some French vocab words. The kids and I did this for sometime, which is fun and frustrating all at the same time. It will come. I guess I need to quit playing SWAP/SLAP and study more…but where’s the fun in that? (In all seriousness, a tutor is being set up so please pray this is a great fit and that it works out well for scheduling purposes!)

Before dinner, the kids were showering, doing chores, studying and then another medical need became priority. Meds were gotten from the pharmacy in town and also for ringworm on the scalp one of the kids has and off we go to dinner. After dinner, another abscess (not lying). After some studying time, Augustin and Jon come in the meeting room and Augustin has this HUGE ganglion cyst on his hand that Jon took care of while I assisted. Seriously? Seriously. It was gnarly.

About the 3^rd procedure of the day in, Ash was holding the kid and said, “It’s so nice you’re here. Jon can be working on fixing the well and you can be doing this and I’m always happy to assist.” 

It was a pretty crazy afternoon/evening and this only paints a small picture of what life is like and an even smaller glimpse of what all of today held but as I fall asleep tonight my heart is literally overjoyed to be in this place. To love on these kids. To offer assistance when possible. To supply hugs always. To laugh until my sides hurt. To be the hands and feet of Jesus alongside others who are doing it so beautifully.

It’s always something new.

Never the same.

Sweat pouring down.

Many bugs, lizards.

Lots of laughter.

Some tears.
And always worth it.

fear not: moving to Africa

Well, here I am.
The house is quiet.
My fan is buzzing.

There are many things I should be up doing but I need to take a few minutes to write down what my heart is feeling at this exact moment. The next 2 days will be long. Traveling to Africa is not easy since there is no simple way to get there. There are long flights followed by long layovers and then long lines and long rides. During my first trip over with SNU I struggled with the traveling and my first time to Benin I vowed to embrace the journey of getting there. I've learned to do that and now I'm just pumped about sleeping on the plane. Oh sweet, blissful sleep. Seems so elusive at this point!

The past few months have flown by. It's crazy to think that this weekend is the weekend I say "goodbye" to life in the States for awhile and "hello" to life in Benin for awhile. Goodbyes are never easy. And choosing to leave my life here to live life there is also not an easy thing, trust me. I don't know if many people following my journey realize how incredibly difficult that is. In fact, I think the only people who could understand are those who've walked this same journey. It is not easy. But I am also finding more and more that maybe this life isn't supposed to be easy. Maybe nothing about living was ever supposed to be a walk in the park. Life is dirty. And crazy. And messy. And there are unknowns. And what ifs. And whens. And whys. And the list goes on and on...

But I am only in control of my life. And in all reality, I am not in control of my life at all. I strive daily to live a life of surrender to the Lord and follow His will and seek His face alone. Sometimes that's not easy but through this process specifically I have heard His voice and seen His hand at work unlike any other times in my life.

I am choosing to live a life of confidence and boldness and in doing that I am also choosing to NOT live a life of fear. Fear is irrational. Fear believes in the worst. Faith believes in the best. I want to be a person who drops every fear and chooses to see the best. Several weeks ago Pastor Craig taught a sermon on this very topic and it resonated so much in my soul that I wanted to share one of the points he made. I hope you find encouragement in this. My prayer for anyone who reads these words is that you would stop living a life of FEAR and start living a life of FAITH!

As I continue on this journey I am not naive enough to think there will not be bad times. There will be heartbreak. There will be sorrow. But I am believing with everything in me that the good will outweigh the bad. And even if it's all really, really bad (I'm not thinking it will be...but IF it is...) He is still God and I will still serve Him and Him alone.

I wonder what God is asking some of you to do? It doesn't matter what anyone says or thinks about you. Who cares if you went to school for 6.5 years to become an PNP and then only worked as one for 18 months? How crazy is that? It doesn't matter what anyone says or thinks about you though! People may never understand but that is not for you to worry about. What if the thing you never could have planned for and anticipated becomes the greatest blessing you never could have planned for or anticipated?

I didn't plan any of this. And I also didn't ask specifically for this. But here I am. And I am excited. And I am believing with my entire heart that the Lord who has called me will be incredibly faithful. He is a good God and He goes before me. And hopefully He also gives me supernatural abilities to speak French fluently. :)

I'll leave you with these words until my first post in Benin. Thank you for your love and sweet support.

As you think about what could lie ahead remember these words:

Outcome is God's responsibility.

Obedience is yours!

burning plows.

Well. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?

I made a trip back to Benin in July. I will post a blog post about that visit to Arbre de Vie next week sometime. It was a great, great time and I only wish we’d been able to stay longer! I loved having my niece, Claire, with me and also Courtney, Betsy and Molly. It was so neat to experience life in Benin together. It was truly a joy to watch my niece fall in love with the kids at the orphanage…as my sister would say, “she’s hooked”.

I keep this blog for a variety of reasons. When I started the blog before my first trip to Benin in March 2012 it was mainly a means of keeping family and close friends involved in my journey. I quickly realized that I loved the therapy that came along with blogging during my 3-month stay in Africa. It was just what I needed, honestly. Since then, this site has been the place I’ve come to to pour my heart out on occasion and to again keep family and friends involved in the journey that has become much more than I ever dreamed.

This past week has been rather crazy. And if not for anyone else’s sake but my own, I want to write down the events so that I can always come back to this post to remind myself of the God I serve. 

As most of you know, my house in Broken Arrow is currently being rented out. I packed up and moved out in April and a sweet family moved in. They were friends of friends and needed some temporary housing in transit from Tulsa to Denver. I loved them from the moment I met them and felt such a peace about having them as my first “tenants”. Their contract was signed in April and was a 6-month lease that pushed us out to mid-October.

Last Wednesday (July 31^st) I was at work on my lunch break finishing up some charting at the nurse’s station and my cell phone rang. It was my tenant and in the course of our 3 minute conversation he told me that they were moving to Denver sooner than expected because he had gotten a great job offer that they couldn’t resist. They were packing up and moving out on Friday, August 16^th. Two weeks. I thought I had 2 months to find some other tenants for my house and now my current tenants dropped a bombshell by surprising me with a 2 week notice. (Sidenote: They have been VERY gracious; I honestly want what’s best for BOTH parties involved but also didn’t want my house sitting vacant for who knows how long trying to find renters and also having to pay monthly on the house when I’ve been planning on saving all that money.) I scrambled and threw together a little photo advertisement for Facebook and posted it online…

Over this past weekend, I was not feeling like myself and feeling pretty down, if truth be told. I think it was just honestly everything crashing down at once…re-entry into Stateside living (even being there for only 2 weeks can be a difficult adjustment I'm finding), being heartsick and longing for an African village half a world away, working 80+ hours in an 8 day period, wondering if my house would rent, debating whether I was making the right decision to move across a really big ocean, questioning just about everything. Sunday morning my alarm went off for church and I came up with every excuse in the book NOT to go but I went anyway…and it was exactly where I needed to be.

Pastor Craig (Life Church) started a new series this week on the prophet Elisha, from the Old Testament. Before this Sunday, I could never remember who was Elijah and who was Elisha. Pretty pathetic for having taken so many Biblically based classes at Southern Nazarene University (SNU). It's my own fault, really. Bible history was never one of my strong points…thankful for January mini-terms!

What Pastor Craig preached on Sunday morning was EXACTLY what my heart needed to hear. Just an hour before I had been in the shower wondering if I needed to just call it all quits and stay in Tulsa and only visit Benin often. What if this is a terrible decision? What if I have no funding and run out of money 4 months in? What if I never, ever, ever have a job as a nurse practitioner that I love as much as the incredible job I have now? What if I never get good at driving a moto and always almost die everytime I’m on the red dirt road? WHAT IF? (These were serious fears racing through my mind Sunday morning. Pathetic. I know.)

Elisha was just an ordinary man. In fact, he was a farmer who was plowing a field when Elijah came to him. He was extremely ordinary but God raised up this ordinary man and did something extraordinary THROUGH him. And the first point that Pastor Craig taught on literally penetrated deep into my soul and spoke so clearly to my doubting heart…a lesson we can learn from Elisha is this:

You don’t have to understand fully

to obey immediately.

When Elijah came to Elisha, he found Elisha simply plowing his father’s land. Elisha knew he was to go WITH Elijah. What did this farmer do in that moment? He left his oxen and ran after Elijah. He didn’t have to know all the details to obey immediately.. Something that Pastor Craig said resonated so deeply in me that I believe someone who’s reading this needs to hear these same words today: God will rarely give you details, especially all the details, because if we knew all the details we may not go. We can’t handle all the details! I am sure if the Lord had made fully known to Jon and Ashley (Barchus Family) ALL that the past 3.5 years of their life in Benin would entail they would have been extremely hesitant to jump on that plane and move half a world away. Why? Because some of what they have experienced over these past years has been excruciatingly difficult, painful and overwhelming. But they have been and continue to be faithful to the Lord's call on their lives. They didn’t know all the details and the Lord has been glorified SO much through their lives and their commitment to serving Him. In the good times. In the bad times. In the heartache. In the struggle. He has been glorified through their journey through the details.

That’s just what life is, right? A journey. And we don’t know much about this journey we’re on…at least I don’t know much about the journey I’m on but I know ONE thing. I want to ALWAYS say yes to Him. When He says GO, I want to go without hesitation. When He says COME, I want to come without hesitation. When He says TRUST, I want to trust without hesitation. When He says START, I want to begin without hesitation. And that’s just what Elisha did…he didn’t understand all the details but he took the first step.

The second point of Pastor Craig’s sermon was equally as convicting for me and really spoke to the fears and worries and plans I was trying to lay out for myself to take care of the “what ifs”.

Those that God uses the most

are the ones who hold on to the least.

Elisha left his oxen and followed Elijah. If you read the scripture (1 Kings 19:19-21), Elisha found himself back on the farm but knew that he was to GO with Elijah. So what did he do? He killed the oxen. Which is pretty crazy enough in its own right. These oxen were obviously strong and used to pull the plow on the farm and he killed them. Dead. As a sacrifice? I’m not sure but what he did next is even crazier. He burned the plow. His plow. The tool used to prepare the land…let’s be honest, I’m sure his dad didn’t have a handful of other plows lying around to be used. Why did he do this? Why did he kill the oxen AND burn his plow and then leave to follow Elijah? Because for him there was NO OTHER OPTION! He didn’t need the oxen. He didn’t need the plow. He wouldn’t need to come back to them. There didn’t need to be a Plan B "in case this whole following Elijah thing" didn’t work out for him…Elisha was 100% committed to what God had in front of him.

This hit me like a TON of bricks. I have obviously given up some things over the past several months but I have also been holding tightly to SO much more. What I needed to hear on Sunday morning was this: I need to let go of everything that spells security in my life…I must “kill the cows and burn the plows”. I WILL be 100% committed to what God has in front of me. Do I know all the details? NO. But when God is calling me to leave where I’m at, I can’t go back because HE is the one calling me forward. I want to have a “plow burning faith”. I want to encourage other loved ones and even strangers to do the same.

Does it make a whole lot of sense? No.

But my faith is IN God.

I believe in who HE is.

And He is faithful.

And I am finding more and more that in order to step toward my destiny I HAVE to step away from my security! There is no other option. I mean, I guess there is…but who really wants that? Not me. I want to burn my plows: my plan B’s, C’s, D’s and F’s, to do what God has called me to do.

What is something you need to abandon?

What plow do you need to burn?

Are you 100% committed to what God has in front of you?

What is holding you back?

Who cares if you don’t have all the details,

take the step anyway!

I’m not too far into this ridiculous journey but the past several years of my life have been an insanely wild ride and I am so grateful for moments, like Sunday at church, where the Lord boldly speaks to my heart and reminds me just Who it is I serve. I am thankful that He cares about the details…even though He doesn't give me all the details ahead of time, He cares so much about the details. In fact, just yesterday, Tuesday, August 6^th,I signed a one-year lease on my house with brand new tenants who just so happen to need to move into the house on Sunday, August 18^th. The same weekend my current tenants need to move out…

Summer 2013 Video!

Well, two weeks flew by and here I am back in Oklahoma sitting on GG's couch.
My time in Benin with the children was fantastic, as always. I LOVED having Claire and Courtney there with me and it was such a JOY to have Betsy and Molly there during our stay as well.
We laughed and laughed. Loved on the kids. Kissed sweet baby cheeks. Played games. Painted playground equipment. Completely cleaned out the old dorm. Watched movies. Ate popcorn. Lived life at Arbre de Vie and it was GREAT!
Here is a video that I hope you all love.
More blogposts to come, promise!