Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
July 6, 2010 8:30PM
Whew, obviously it has been awhile. I have written so much in my head
– jotted down notes of rememberance here and there.
But overall, what I’ve said before is just ringing truer and truer.
It’s all just too much.
Really. The poverty and devastation is just too much – my heart and
even my brain can’t process it all. Maybe enough to function and “take
in” life here, but not nearly enough to process it and then put it on
paper.
There aren’t any words. Which is why pictures have been my method of
communication these past few weeks.
(Plus I have this horrible blogging disease – where I lose my filter –
I start typing and say more than I maybe should. This is the number
one reason the old blog went buh-bye. Hard to write but not write.
Hard to say but not say. I am more of a verbal vomitter when it comes
to blogging. Ha…just what everyone should read!)
I feel like Josie is in much of the same place as me. When I try to
fish for information to see what SHE is processing and taking in, I
ask things like “what do you like about Ethiopia?” or “does Ethiopia
look like Dallas?” and she says things like “church” and “yes”…and
that’s it. Haha I see it in her eyes as we are out and about – she is
taking so much in. I asuume, though, that she and I are processing at
about the same speed right now…super super slow.
Yesterday began our week long Vacation Bible School at International
Evangelical Church (IEC). Our team is heading up the weeklong program
for 4 year olds through 12 year olds. We have about 80 kids coming,
and Jeremiah and I are in charge of all the music. David and T, two
Ethiopian college guys are helping.
It is hilarious.
We are using a VBS curriculum that has solidified my belief that my
mom should copyright and sell all the original curriculums she has
written…these songs and stories and skits are killing me.
Curriculum!!!
But that’s okay. The kids are enjoying their days and we are cracking
up while doing a motion (from the curriculum) for almost every word of
every song. To watch these kids try to keep up with this many motions
is so funny! To watch us is probably even funnier.
So yesterday and today started reasonably early…as we have to be at
the church by 8:30…we live about 30 minutes away from the church…break
that down into a 10 minute walk to the taxi stop/underpass Tur High
Loch and about 10 minutes of standing in the mud, haggling with
contract taxis, OR waiting for a mini bus then about a 10 to 15
minutes ride in the vehicle you piled yourself and your children and
your backpack and your laptop into.
I can’t quite put my finger on what makes getting ready and out the
door with two kids early in the morning harder in Ethiopia…to be
honest, before we boarded that plane out of the US, I hadn’t mastered
this small feat in Dallas. Figuring out getting myself ready, getting
a 3 year old fed, ready, and occupied while feeding and getting ready
an infant before 10AM was still pretty daunting. That reads so
pathetic. But it should read very true. At least for me.
Anyway, so getting up and ready and out the door to catch a taxi to
VBS these past two days has been a little eventful. But so far we’ve
made it.
It’s 8:30PM now and Jeremiah is still at the church/school. Poor guy!
He will pull two 12 hour days this week. VBS from 8:30-Noon, teaching
his class from 2-4:45PM and then two days this week (same as every
week) leading a discussion group for Dr. Andersons class from
5:00PM-7:45PM…taxis at night seem to be crammed and take much longer
to catch, so he will probably not be home until 9:30 or so. KILLER!
To pass the time alone, I am watching Aljazeera news. Now there’s
something I’ve never said before! (I won’t have to watch long, though,
because the World Cup semi final starts soon!! Go Netherlands! ☺ )
June 29, 2010
10:00PM
Wow.
Today we met a hero.
Really really amazing.
We went on a tour of the Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital today, and we
met and got to visit with Dr. Catherine Hamlin.
I can’t think of any words in my vocabulary to adequately describe
this woman and the impact she is making in Ethiopia.
She has been called a “new Mother Theresa of our age” by the New York
Times. Oprah has interviewed her and given money for a building on the
grounds. She knows the Queen.
I was speechless meeting her. I mumbled out, “it is such an honor to
meet you”, but just as soon as I got those words out, tears found
their way onto my cheeks and I was done for.
Truly amazing. I am still stunned that we got to speak with this very
normal and yet extraordinary woman.
I have stored away all that we saw and heard about at the Fistula
Hospital, and I will revisit it all often in my head and heart, I’m
sure. My sensitivities were for sure heightened as I walked the
hospital grounds wearing my own little Lucy Dawn.
This is an issue that breaks my heart. Women, some very very young
women going into labor days away from a hospital. Their bodies needing
assistance in delivery, so they labor for days…the baby dies in the
birth canal and causes great damage to the Mama’s body…she is left
(among many things) broken hearted, and an outcast, because now she
constantly leaks urine and/or feces.
Women come from ALL over to get surgery to fix this situation at the
Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital that Dr. Hamlin founded and continues to
operate at. (side note – she is EIGHTY SIX!!!) Fathers and brothers
literally carry their broken hearted, hurting, smelly and frail
daughters and sisters for days to bring them to the hospital.
Not one is turned away.
These women wait on the grounds in front of the hospital until they
are admitted and examined before getting a bed and having their
surgery scheduled.
As we walked up to the office for our tour, we passed dozens of women,
wrapped in blankets, face downcast, and wet cement and puddles under
them all.
It’s too much.
But wow. To meet a woman who is doing so much to heal. Not just these
women, but the way the hospital cares and educates truly is changing
Ethiopia.
I still can’t believe we met her. We’ll have to be sure to have Lucy
read her autobiography someday since her hand was kissed by Dr.
Hamlin. ☺ If you haven’t read it, I cannot recommend any higher her
book, The Hospital By The River. You will not regret reading it,
educating yourself and finding a way to be involved in what God is
doing through Dr. Hamlin and her hospital.
P.S. The other thing worth noting from today is that a large light
fixture fell in the kitchen. Josie and I were making pizza dough and
Lucy was laying on a blanket on the floor. I layed Lucy down for a nap
in her bed, and when I came back to the kitchen Josie was playing with
her princesses next to Lucy’s blanket. I asked her to help me again
with the dough, so she came to the other side of the kitchen and as
she helped me stir, the light fixture went CRASH on the floor. She
screamed, and cried. I was stunned. Her princesses were covered in
glass, little tiny pieces were on Lucy’s blanket. But no one was hurt.
Just in the knick of time. Thank you Lord. And can I just say what in
the world is my problem with being overseas and lightbulbs breaking?!
June 24, 2010
Heather, Lucy and I spent the morning exploring an area of town called
“Bole” (Bow-lay) – a long stretch of road leading to the airport.
Supposedly this is a wealthier, newer area of town. We have heard lots
of people talk about Bole, so we decided to check it out for
ourselves.
We met and had a macchiato at Kaldi’s and then walked and walked and
walked. Most impressive, was a public trash can! I can’t say there was
any trash IN it, but it was the first public trash can I’ve seen!
Three children were our shadows for about six blocks, even waiting for
us while we went inside a shop.
Begging is fine with me – being pushy is another thing.
We had given them biscuits as well as coins, and they continued to
follow us…and then one of the boys unzipped the front pocket of my
backpack and that was enough.
We asked an adult to ask them to stop following us. It made me sad,
but it was the only way. I hated it though.
After our adventures on Bole Road, we went to the Deborah House, which
is an SIM run home for a handful of homeless girls to grow up in.
It’s located “near” (a relative term here) the guesthouse.
It was a very simple house, with a housemother and 12 teenage girls
making it their home. Iron bunk beds, two picnic tables, outside
toilets and “showers”, no decorations, one tv and a corner designated
for the traditional Ethiopian coffee ceremony.
The girls loved my two girls and through broken English they had a blast.
It could be very detrimental how nuts everyone here is over Josie.
They go nuts over Lucy too, but she’s a little young for it to make
too much of an impact. ☺
I wasn’t paying close attention to the time, so we left a little later
than I had planned. And since we were gone all day, we had to figure
something out fast for dinner. Darn. Where’s Chick Fil A when you need
it? We walked awhile and the sun was starting to go downwards so we
quickly made our way into Loyal, the grocery store/restaurant we
shopped at while living at the guesthouse, and ordered two Fantas to
sip while we waited for our pizza “take away”…hmm…”pizza” should be in
quotes too!
As Josie downed her Fanta and the power went out, I looked outside and
saw the rain POUND down on the pavement. Hmmm, getting dark, two small
pizza boxes, two small children no cell phone, husband in class and
pouring rain.
After a quick pep talk trying to hype myself up for what was sure to
be a lovely walk to find a taxi, we did just that. And we found a taxi
that drove us all the way to our house gate.
Ahhh….long, good day. Glad to be home, glad to have the girls in bed,
glad Jeremiah will be home soon to eat “pizza” and very glad to be in
dry clothes.