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SarahofPeru
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Name: Sarah
Gender: Female
Interests: Quechua, midwifery, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, canoeing, sewing, and having fun with AAAALLL my siblings!
Expertise: mothering. Though i have no children of my own, I am a 'mother' to many people, including my 45 siblings. (they're not all natural, just in case you were wondering...=)
Occupation: servant!
Industry: missions
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/6/2006
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| Hm...it seems as if real life has set in. Facebook is easier and more people use it. My life is so full that I don't have time to send out an english update, a spanish update, keep up with friends on Facebook and email, AND write another blog on xanga. The only reason I'm writing now is because I'm stuck in my uncle's office all day, and I've run out of other things to do--and I've been here for almost 7 hours. Xanga, basically, I don't have time for you anymore... It's sad, too. Xanga introduced me to the world of internet blogging. I had so much fun changing the background, putting music on, and letting everyone know what I was reading/listening to at the time. Honestly, to this day I prefer Xanga. But practicality beats sentimentality, as usual, and I must admit, I just don't get on here anymore. Sorry, Xanga. I miss you... | | |
| ...In me:
I've done the BAS; I interact with people differently; I am a confident adult knowing certain things about myself, and wanting to act in those things, realizing that i dont know everything, and wanting to learn what I lack--which is quite a bit; I want to teach mama what I learned on the BAS; I react differently in pressure situations;
...In the family:
Hannah has done her DTS and is returning to staff; Caleb is in the jungle; mama and papa will be going down to the jungle often; I am no longer a permanent part of the ministry there; Corban is living separate;
...in the States:
Lori's getting married; Sarah's married; other friends are in relationships, or having kids; I will be traveling alone;
...In Perth/the BAS:
Becca is married, and won't be here anymore; Hollie is getting married, and might not be around much longer; Poppie and Sarah aren't staffing anymore; I'm not staffing this year, so I won't have the same experience or memories as the others will;
Jesus, there are so many holes in my heart where people were and won't ever be again! Jesus, I hate this! I hate leaving, knowing that I won't see Becca again. I hate not seeing my family. This that you ask of me is hard. I can't do it alone. I feel so burdened and heavy. I don't want to carry this alone, jesus. It's hard to love, Lord, it hurts. but I don't want to stop, because it's worth every minute of it. Lord, Youve taken me so far, and I love the people I've met. I don't want to give up any memories that I have. The safe way is never the best--it's merely the safest. I need your strength.
Lord, I thank you for giving me the opportunities that I've had with these girls, to sit together in the blue room, interceding for the Hopeland base, to stand in the front of the boat as we worshiped you together on lake victoria, to deliver babies together in primitive situations, to speak life, to fight for it when death tries to take over, to discuss the hard questions of life, to go for long walks and have fun out on the rocks under the moon, and to dream together of dancing on injustice in streets without names, with women and men and children who are set free in the freedom You give! Jesus, I don't know how you do it--you take 11 hearts, and you knit them so tightly together that we think and feel the same, and read eachother's minds, we know and are tired of eachother's clothes, and love eachother so dearly that it hurts! You are wonderful, Lord. Thank you for this. Thank you for the pain that is love, because it brings life, and life in abundance... | | |
| It's been forever since I was on xanga. It takes so long to do things on internet here, that it's almost impossible to do all I want done. in fact, even if I type up stuff on people's computers, and bring it on a usb stick, I still have to spend hours trying to get the things to work, which usually doesn't happen...so don't feel abandoned, dear friends. Just remember that the longer you don't hear anything, the more frustrated I am, and the more desirous to communicate with you...I still can't dislike Africa, though...=) | | |
| Hmmm, it’s been a while, xanga… how many adventures I have had since last writing. Instead of going through Bangkok we were re-routed through Hong Kong, where I washed my passport and Anna got acute bronchitis in the airport and had to be rushed to the hospital, separating the team since Sarah and I had to stay with her for 5 more days while the rest traveled on without us. Then there were the crazy flights and losing all our bags and drunk bus drivers on 8-hour bus rides to Bamenda. Yes, it has been quite an adventurous time! Since getting here we’ve been working in a small hospital, and I have witnessed 2 births already, and felt so many bellies and heard so many babies heartbeats that I can’t even count them. I love Africa! The people, the colors, the business that’s so laid back, and the way I have to re-learn English to be able to understand and speak to them. Three more months here! I’m so excited! Staff change is coming up. Becca, Rachel and Sarah left, and Hollie and Paula will are here in their place, along with Sarah White, a girl who was involved in the accident in December 2006, where the whole BAS was in a car wreck, and 8 people died. The school was ended, and everyone went home. Becca was in that school, and she came back and did it in 2007 after recovering from her injuries, and Sarah is here now. The other night I fell and hit my back during one one one...now I walk around like an old lady! =) It's getting better, though... We had a great time of seeking the Lord about the new year, and in general the time of transition has been good, though today we are feeling a bit melancholy... I still don't have my bags, and apparently they're lost for real... | | |
| ...make a hole in the roof.
Out of the 4 slums we're working with, Durentiga has been the hardest to crack. When we first got there and began to work with one group of women, we discovered something about them: They don't want classes, they don't want 'indoctrination', they don't want to hang out with us, and if we try to hang out with the kids, they won't let us do that either... So today, amid torrential monsoon rain, we went to the slum leader and he took us to a different area. They are a poorer group, and because of the rain their whole neighborhood was flooded. The water ran through their houses like a river. Today it was only knee-deep, but sometimes it gets so high that it reaches the lofts they sleep in. the chief didn't want to wade in, but the local who was accompanying/translating for us, started talking to a man standing nearby and he invited us to his house. Becca and I hiked up our skirts and waded in! They giggled and stared at the bule(white people) who were crazy enough to walk through all that. But as we stepped out in obedience, G-d swung doors wide open! (Or should I say the roof caved in?) only a few houses into the area, we discovered a woman pregnant with her 5th child, and pretty far along. We talked with her, and will go back tomorrow to do an ante-natal check-up. Then we kept walking, stopping to talk to people along the way, being generally friendly, and we kept running into pregnant women! Everyone was astonished to see us there, in the flood(though fortunately it had stopped raining long enough for people to come out of their houses and talk), instead of somewhere safe and dry. One woman asked us what the occasion was, and everyone was very happy to see us. They all wanted us to come back and give check-ups on Friday--they were surprised that they were free! Then we left, and it started raining again...
(ok, break from story: all you safari ppl, the indonesian coordinator for the south totally stands in the safari stance! HA! ok, back to the story.)
When we first started going to the slum, G-d gave us a word for it. We felt like we would labour for it, and we got the story about the men who brought their lame friend to Jesus, and when they weren't able to get in through the front door, they made a hole in the roof and got him in that way. It has really been a labouring process, and Through it all, Dad has taught us some things about persistence. But now, as we've pressed in, He has been laying things in place, and when we leave, there's a chrch that is going to get involved and keep ministering! G-d is so good! I'm so excited! | | |
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