“If you watched a movie about a
guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn’t cry at the
end when he drove off the lot testing the windshield wipers…
Nobody cries at the end of a movie
about a guy who wants a Volvo. But we spend years actually living those
stories, and expect our lives to feel meaningful. The truth is, if what we
choose to do with our lives won’t make a story meaningful, it won’t make a life
meaningful either.”
-Donald Miller
I stand in the doorway looking
outside. There are about a hundred kids playing in the soccer field and net
ball field. The sun is shining and there is a light breeze, and I have a
ridiculous grin on my face. The sounds of the children laughing and playing
fill my ears. This is my life. I live in Tanzania, I work in an orphanage, and
this is my reality now. For the first time since being here it hits me that
this is my normal. This week I have felt so alive and refreshed and motivated
in new ways. I want to live a better story. I want my life to be meaningful, to
step out of my world for a while and into someone else’s.
My life back in America was
meaningful. I had a great job that I loved with residents that I loved even
more, I have a great family, great pets, and great friends. My life was good,
and full of love, but my life was selfish. It was all about me, and what
Courtney wants. Sure I volunteered places here and there, and I can be generous
with my money, but at the core of my life it was always about me. So I came here, to Africa, to see how the
other half lives. To let my heart be broken, to change my world perspective,
and learn what it really means to give of myself with nothing in return.
When I was in church one Sunday,
it was time for the “offering”. My friend leans over and tries to translate it
for me, he says, “It’s time for sacrifice.” I told him that we call it
offering, but that was the word he knew that best described what this time is
for. Sacrifice. These people in this village do not have much by the world’s
standards. They don’t have running water in their house, or electricity, or
even proper bathrooms, they don’t have sinks to wash dishes, or even enough
dishes for company, and they definitely don’t have matching dishes. They do not
own or have a single thing that supposedly makes people happy in America. They
don’t have a lot, but they are always willing to give. They are always willing
to sacrifice. If they don’t have money to give, they find food or soap. When
have I ever sacrificed to give to someone else? Really truly faithfully
sacrificed?
“…I tell you the truth”, he said,
“This poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave
their gifts out of their wealth, but she out of her poverty put in all she had
to live on.”
-Luke 21:3-4
The dead Chicken... that the kids killed! |
Laundry Day! |
Verse Lesson! |
I have had so much fun with the
kids this past week. I taught them how to play new games and taught a couple of
pretty awesome lessons. They learned about the food pyramid and how to be
healthy, and even made their own pyramids. We played “around the world” with
flashcards, four corners, and ultimate Frisbee.
Making our own food pyramids. |
Ima |
Elisha & Elia |
Yona & Ima |
Brothers! Yona & Elisha. |
Around the World: You sit in a circle and one person stands
behind someone else. They are the only ones who can answer, and whoever does
first moves on. If someone makes it all the way around they win a candy.
Four Corners: You have four
corners (haha) and one person is blindfolded in the middle. Everyone runs
around and picks a corner, and the person in the middle says a number between
one and four. Whoever is in the corner that is called is out. Last person
standing wins.
Ultimate Frisbee: You have two
teams and you are trying to score on opposite sides. If you are the one holding
the Frisbee you can’t move but your teammates have to move towards you. Its
great exercise and a pretty hilarious game with these kids.
Ima & Yona |
A couple of big things happened
this week; I applied for my residency permit, and I met a member of the
Tanzanian Parliament. My permit is going to cost me $850, which is WAY More
than anticipated. We aren’t even one hundred percent sure if it is legit, but I
don’t want to make the district officer mad because she can kick me out of the
country. SO I am going to pay it. And the man from parliament was coming
through the district and stopped at the orphanage. It’s basically crazy awesome
to meet someone so important, he was really nice and welcomed me to the
country, like all Tanzanians do. Plus he is in politics so they have to be
welcoming. This week was also the week that we made up the rest of the kids’
birthdays. Now everyone is on the calendar!
Corrinne and I are planning the 2
year anniversary for Sunrise. The staff will be preparing rice, meat, and a red
sauce, and us Americans will be making chocolate cupcakes!! I am really excited
to open the doors to the village (about 150 people), and welcome them into our
home to see what is going on. We are going to try to plan something with the
kids, maybe have them recite the verse we learned in English and Kiswahili.
“And we know that in all things
God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to
his purpose.”
–Romans 8:28
Walking home from church....Did i mention i love my life? |
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