Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Pick up your cross and follow Me



“People talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending so much of my life in Africa… I never made a sacrifice. We ought not to talk of ‘sacrifice’ when we remember the great sacrifice which He made who left His Father’s throne on high to give Himself for us.”
-David Livingston 
              
There’s this overwhelming feeling that I get every day that I wake up; this feeling of being full and alive, this feeling of love and joy, this feeling of knowing that I am doing exactly what God always wanted me to do. I am not only living this dream that I have held onto for 17ish years, but I’m doing what I was meant for. I think back over the years to all the times that God was steering me to this place. The first time I learned about orphanages, and how my heart ached for these kids who were just like me, but didn’t know that someone loved them. I remember how God kept bringing me closer and closer to him even when I stumbled and lost my way, how he never gave up on me. I smile when I think about the youth conference in 2007 where God called me to missions in Africa. Or all the times I tried to come to Africa but the doors never opened, because he had something better in mind. Every day of my life has been preparation for something bigger than me; something that isn’t about me, but is about this God who loves people so much that He sent His only Son to die for them. 

Before I left America to come on this adventure, I had only intended it to be for one year. It’s kind of funny really, I was heading to a place that I had dreamed of my whole life and I was only going to be here for a year? But a year is safe, a year is short, you don’t miss out on much in only a year. I read a book called, “Kisses from Katie”, (I highly recommend it). In the book she talks about this God that loves her so much and how following Him was the best choice she ever made in her life. I remember thinking, “Oh crap, is God going to ask me to stay longer?” I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and came to Tanzania, a place I didn’t really know that much about, but felt called to. When I first arrived there was a girl who was coming in January to take over Sunrise, when that fell through I felt this tug on my heart, a tug I thought was better forgotten. A few months later I hit a rough patch where I was miserable and wanting to head home, all of a sudden a year seemed like a life time, a life time too long. I stuck it out and prayed A LOT. God had a plan for me and I had to have the patience and the faith to follow him even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard.

As time went on I kept feeling like this life was not temporary, like God had a plan for me that I secretly also wanted for myself. I just couldn’t stop thinking that I haven’t dreamt about this my whole life, only to spend a year here. God wants more of me, he wants me to trust Him to provide, and He wants me to give up everything for Him. “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it.” –Matthew 16:24-25

After my parents came and fell in love, I knew I was meant to commit to more time. It was like in some way I felt my feelings about this place were validated, like I needed them to approve, and to get it, before I could say yes to stay longer. Although God doesn’t say, “Pick up your cross and follow me, if your parents love it and get it.” But God loves me enough to give me that. He loves me enough to bless me with a great visit from my parents. 

All of this led to my decision to stay another year. While 2 years seems like a long time, and it seems like a leap of faith, something felt off. I felt like God had lain the time he wanted me to commit to on my heart, but I was trying to avoid it. Angel and I had a really great talk one day, about God and His plans and us. While we were talking 5 years came to me. I think that 5 years had always been in the back of my mind somewhere waiting for me to grasp it. I just knew it was supposed to be my commitment, my big leap of faith, putting all I have into this place and not really having a plan for what comes next. 

“But God doesn’t call us to be comfortable. He calls us to trust Him so completely that we are unafraid to put ourselves in situations where we will be in trouble if He doesn’t come through.” –Francis Chan

I originally wanted to wait until I came home to decide if staying 5 years is what I really wanted, but the funny thing is it’s not about what I want. It’s about God and what his plans are, it’s always about God. Then I thought about what it would mean to go back home, never to see these kids again. The thought of being another person to come and go from these kids’ lives, is unbearable. While not everyone who came here was meant to stay here, I feel like God is giving me this life. He’s giving me this chance to be a part of something bigger than myself, and I would be crazy to turn it down. It’s not like this decision is an easy one to make either. While I love these kids, and I love this life, and I love my God, there is still so much that I am leaving behind. I have an incredible family who loves and supports me all the time. I have an incredible church that sends thoughts and prayers my way. I have incredible friends who are always there for me. I have a life, and I miss it. But that’s what is so great about God. He gave me all these people in my life who support, love, and pray for me, so that I can do great things for His Glory. 

“From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.”
-Luke 12:48

Something that Katie Davis says in her book “Kisses from Katie,” pretty much says it all for me.
“But I wanted other things more. All of the time. I wanted to be spiritually and emotionally filled every day of my life. I wanted to be loved and cuddled by a hundred children and never go a day without laughing…I wanted to be challenged endlessly; I wanted to be learning and growing every minute. I wanted to be taught by those I teach, and I wanted to share God’s love with people who otherwise might not know it. I wanted to feel needed, important, and used by the Lord. I wanted to make some kind of difference, no matter how small, and I wanted to follow the calling God had placed on my heart. I wanted to give my life away, to serve the Lord with each breath, each second. At the end of the day, no matter how hard, I wanted to be right here…Opportunities to make someone else’s life better were so much more attractive to me than the thought of the comforts I once knew. The longer I stayed, the more I realized that deep fulfillment had begun to swallow my every frustration. No matter how many contradictions I struggled with, how difficult certain situations were, no matter how lonely I got, no matter how many tears I cried, one truth remained firmly grounded in my heart; I was in the center of God’s will; I was doing what I was created to do.”

Kay and I are working out the details, and she is going to teach me all her ways, which means this is me, announcing that I am staying for five years. I have no idea what the future holds for me, but I do know that there is a God who loves me and is in control. I am taking all that I have learned these past eight months and putting it into practice, giving my life over to God. 

“The greatest thought that has ever entered my mind is that one day I will have to stand before a Holy God and give an account of my life.”
-Daniel Webster

“…how will you answer the King when he says, ‘What did you do with what I gave you?’” 
–Francis Chan

Prayer Requests:
-As usual be praying for Sunrise, and everyone here. The more that we look towards God and pray together the more hard times we are facing.
-Pray for my relationship with Kay as we work out details and as I learn from her.  
-Pray that I will remain focused on God and he will be my strength.
-Pray that I will be an example of God’s unfailing love with my staff and children.

Monday, July 8, 2013

The Greatest of these is Love

“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always .… And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13:1-7,13

God has been laying this verse on my heart a lot this week. It keeps popping up in one way or another, in a book I'm reading, in my bible study, in church, everywhere and anywhere. I think maybe he is trying to tell me something. ;)

One of the things that Angel and I really want to work on is showing this village the love of Jesus. As I have mentioned before they are missing the Jesus factor here, and how important is that piece!  One of our Boys, Elia, has been very interested and wanting to hear all about Him. We were talking with him one day this week, and just telling him how much Jesus loves him, how important he is to Him. He was eating it all up, like it was the first time he had ever heard this before. We are motivated now more than ever to really reach out to this place, to really teach them about this Jesus that loves them, that knows exactly where they are, and that He wants them to turn to him. 

We have heard some really sad stories this week that just make our stomachs turn. I have always known that adultery is all over this village; mostly in the men and that they will have several “wives” and several children all over the place. My heart just breaks at this, but I have heard worse news now.  I have heard a story about a man who was so mad at his wife, he cut her finger off. There is also a pastor here who is in charge of five churches, has seven children, and cheats on his wife. I have heard that there are many women in the village whose husbands beat them, even when they are pregnant. The option to leave a husband doesn’t exist because a woman can’t make it on her own, especially if she has children. Not to mention that women don’t really have the same rights as men, and in this culture are taught that a man is the head of the household, no exceptions; which is biblical, but they are missing the part about how a husband is supposed to love his wife. (Another example of missing the Jesus factor.) It breaks my heart to know that this is happening all over the village, and I have this feeling of complete helplessness, but God is so big. He is so much bigger than this situation, and he placed two women from America here who have a willing and open heart, and are ready to make changes. Our newest idea to make a difference here is to start a bible study. We aren’t sure how many people will show up, or where it will be held, or how it will look, but we know that God has laid this on our hearts and the need is so great here. 

This week we were harvesting potatoes. Kay has told me on many occasions, that I should become a potato farmer. Not sure that is my life’s goal or anything, but I guess it’s a pretty awesome skill to have. During one of our times out there, two of the boys were working too close together and one cut the other ones fingers with his hoe. Luckily I started bringing a first aid kit down, and so I was able to get him fixed up real quick! Then a few days later one of our girls had her fingers in the door and one of the other kids closed it on them. I was in the kitchen when I heard an earth shattering scream. I ran to find the source and saw Priska’s fingers. She was crying and screaming and shaking her injured hand, which was getting blood all over. I grabbed her really quick and put a towel on her hand. Angel went to grab supplies for me and I stayed with Priska, trying to calm her down. When I finally got gloves on and could get a look at her fingers, I discovered that the door had scrapped away her skin on two of her fingers. On one finger I think it went to the bone. After bandaging her up, and holding her on my lap for a while, a smiling Priska returned. The kids have now realized that a kiss from Court-ta-ney takes all the pain away. I am constantly kissing hurts and pains away and I couldn’t ask for a better job! On a cute note, Priska only has one good hand and that is the one she hurt, when I told her to go brush her teeth she said she couldn’t. I had her bring me her toothbrush with paste and I brushed her teeth for her. She giggled and laughed and slobbered the whole time, which made it that much more exciting! 

One of our staff members, who was sleeping with the girls, is very sick. She has been in and out of the hospital the last few weeks and has made the decision to go home. (please send prayers her way) Now I am sleeping in the girls’ room. The first night I discovered that their door makes this AWFUL squeaking noise when it opens, which meant every time the girls got up to use the bathroom, I would wake up. So the next day, we fixed that problem. The next night I was awoken to one sweet little girl talking in her sleep for quite some time. That one I can’t complain about because it is adorable! The third night the girls had a bad case of gas. There were toots going all night, I am just glad it didn’t stink! So basically the point of this story is that I am not getting much sleep, but I love them so much and they are worth all the sleepless nights I might have. 


I don’t know If I mentioned in my blog the taco-tako confusion when my parents were here. But basically in Kiswahili tako means buttocks. So this week for special I decided to make tacos. One morning the boys came in and asked, “Court-ta-ney, we eating tacos for special?” After I told them yes all five of them giggled and giggled. It was very exciting to them, the idea of eating tacos, but they were eager to try them. So I made homemade tortilla shells, homemade salsa, beans from our garden, and fresh minced meat. I would say that it was a success, all forty five of them!  First I cooked everything separate, and then I combined the shell, beans, and meat, with cheese on top and baked it in the oven. I put the salsa on the side and served it with beans and everyone got a piece of watermelon. Now they are asking for tacos again!




I have some prayer requests:



1.       Pray for Sunrise, we are trying to start our own 501(C)(3) now.
a.       P.S. Does anyone have experience with starting one? Any lawyers out there that might have some advice for us? Please and Thank you! (My Email is C.Hohensee@yahoo.com)
2.       Pray for Bibi Kay.
3.       Pray for the children, and staff.
4.       Pray that God’s will, will be done at Sunrise.
5.       And also please pray for Angela (the lady who just left)!