On Thursday, Eric was able to give out bags of different grocery items, tracts, and John and Romans at the prison. It was raining so he wasn’t sure how many would come out, but around 180 men came! They all huddled under a tree for some protection while he preached.
He and Anna attended a funeral on Friday. Then Saturday the kids and I went to play practice at church and Eric went to the hospital to give out bags there and preach a little at each place. The nurses offered to help pass out bags, but Nelson noticed that instead of giving them to the patients, they were stashing them for themselves so declined their help.
Saturday evening, Shadrack had gone to nearby villages Saturday to invite kids to the play and for my lesson. We had 178 kids show up! It was only his daughter, a couple teen boys, and I managing them. It didn’t feel like there were that many because they sit very well until we said it was snack time, then it was almost a mob. Thankfully Shadrack was there to command them to sit. Pray the Lord gives me the words to speak that these children may understand and be saved!
It has been a little cooler lately because of the rains, maybe around 86°, so Lydia and I decided to wear our hair down Christmas Sunday. We quickly found that to be a mistake as it was 98°. Our hair was soaking wet and sticking to us in just a few minutes. Lol
We enjoyed a peaceful afternoon with homemade pizza and ice cream. Later that afternoon, we delivered some baked goodies to Pastor Nelson and Shadrack and sang carols.
Today I finally got all the school unpacked and on the shelves and went through one of the bathrooms, going through things that were here and organizing it.
Eric offered to take the kids outside so I’m just sitting and enjoying a few minutes of quiet…and the leftover chocolate ice cream. I have been going almost nonstop from morning (4 or 5) until I crash in bed. I really want everything cleaned and organized before school starts, so I’ve had a hard time relaxing. But I know I need to take time to care for myself or I’m going to crash. Why do we as wives and moms tend to do that? Push ourselves so much that we get weepy, grumpy, or crash? I will be working on scheduling this week and hopefully can plan some down time. Life always feels harder when all I do is work! My husband, kids, and the ministry need me present and content…not stressed and overworked! Pray the Lord will give me wisdom on how to balance the many things that must be done and also rest. I always love this sweet promise…
“…for so he giveth his beloved sleep.” Psalm 127:2
I have been feeling like my life is pretty hard lately. Daily living has been hard. In the last storm, one of the electrical lines coming into the compound was broken. It was the one for the fridge and water. So now even when we do have electricity, we don’t have water or a fridge. So, I have had it come to my mind a few times how hard life is.
We decided to ride into the city with Eric this week. It is a long ride, 3 1/2-4 hours. As I looked out and watched these women, their labor in the fields, carrying their babies and huge bundles I thought, I don’t really know what a hard life is! They live every day without electricity and running water, and I start pouting after a day…sometimes sooner! There is nothing like getting out (whether here or in America) to help you realize that your life really isn’t as bad as you felt. I know even in America it helped me feel better with my problems when I got out of my little box to see other needs I could meet.
The ride is a pleasant one. You can feel the degrees dropping as you go up the mountain until it is actually cool (which is one reason the kids begged to go…for a break from the heat).
In our little village there are quite a few grass roofs, with some tin ones mixed in. The higher you get up the mountain, the more tin roofs you see. The countryside also becomes more lush and green. You cannot help but notice the beauty of this country as you drive!
Our first stop was to visit a pastor and his wife who have not been feeling well. While there, the kids started petting their cat. They were enjoying it so much that the pastor’s wife said something to a boy and he ran off. He came back carrying a small, striped cat. The kids started petting her too. The Pastor’s wife said it was a gift for them. Eric pointed to the bananas they gave us and she said no! The kitten too! The kids were bubbling over with joy. Their excitement made the Malawians who had gathered chuckle.
We made a few more visits before going shopping. We were able to pick up a few special treats for Christmas (like ice cream).
It was nice to get out for a little while, though we were all excited to get home! The store was so crowded that it made it difficult for a large family to move through the aisles. The kids said we could make the trip once a year…though they may change their mind in a month and forget about how long the trip is.
Along the way Eric and Pastor Nelson were able to pass out 40 New Testaments to the police. It is still amazing how excited they are about receiving a Bible!
Santa, in white rain boots and sun glasses, asked them for a picture.😉
Update…Our line (the storm had broken it) was fixed so we now have running water and electricity when the electricity is working.🙈
The electricity has only been on a couple of hours the last two days – 2 hours yesterday morning and maybe 3 Wednesday night. I slept so little Wednesday night because of the heat (our fans haven’t had enough electricity to fully charge during the day), that Eric told me to go lay down with the fan on me when the electricity came on Thursday morning. I woke up as soon as the fan turned off and felt so guilty for sleeping instead of doing laundry while we had electricity! But I definitely felt better after getting a nap.
Eric found a box of toys in the shed. All of the kids have been gathering on the porch during the heat of the day to play with them.
Eric went to preach at the prison, but they never made it because the lori (truck) kept overheating. BUT God worked it all out for good! Along the road there are several checkpoints/roadblocks set up (I think at each village). Eric was able to give out New Testaments to all the policemen at each stop and preach while the lori cooled. One of the officers videotaped him preaching and sent it to his chief. The chief invited them to come to his police station, preach, and give out New Testaments to all of the police men! It is so amazing how open people are to the Gospel, and also humbling that we get to be a part of it!
We turned the generator on for a few hours last night hoping to keep the freezer cold. I think that has been the most frustrating thing for me – seeing food wasted! We haven’t figured out yet how long we need to run the generator to keep things from spoiling. Eric is trying to buy things in bulk because we live in such a remote area. I don’t want it to go bad so spend hours cooking and preserving it, only to have it go bad anyways. It was so discouraging to see all my labor tossed out for the street dogs…but also hurt my pride as I feel like I may appear to be a wasteful wife! The national pastor made me feel a little better when he shared that it’s not uncommon this time of year for the electricity to be off for 2 weeks at a time. Last year, he said they had to throw everything in their fridge and freezer. Still, I joked with Eric that we should only eat beans and rice so I don’t have to worry about anything going bad. (He’s not too crazy about beans and rice.)
We didn’t have electricity again last night, but I slept better. I still woke up several times soaking wet, and the kids had a midnight assembly in the kitchen for water…but I feel more refreshed today.
I have been teaching children’s lessons on both Sunday and Wednesday, which I really enjoy. I will be starting a children’s Bible lesson on Saturdays in the village where Eric has been preaching, but I won’t get to start this week. Brother Shadrach, who will be translating for me, has to go to a ceremony for one of the neighboring chiefs. There is one other young lady who translates for me at church, but they feel it would be better for me to have a man with us. The Lord knows! Maybe it will be too hot for the little ones this weekend. God’s timing is perfect and I will prepare for when I can go.
Also, our boxes have arrived in Malawi and are scheduled with a man to be delivered tomorrow! The pastor’s son said it is cooling down (96-100°s) so it means the rains are coming. Usually the rains washed out the roads making it impossible to get to the city. The Lord is bringing our boxes before the rains! We get to unbox them just in time for Christmas!
Pray for me as I prepare my lessons for the kids this weekend. Pray that the Lord to allow the Gospel to be clearly presented. May He receive all the glory!
We had a visitor come by today. He squeezed through between two little bars where the water drains out.
The kids named him Tiny since he can fit through the smallest spaces.
After chasing him around,probably scaring the poor, little guy, they finally caught him! They gave him some love and calmed him down, then we walked him to the gate. The guards made some comment about “Happy Christmas!” They were probably thinking of Christmas dinner…my kids were thinking of a pet for Christmas! One of the guards reunited the little one with his mommy who had been crying for him.
Sometimes it is hard to know what to share as a missionary wife. There really are so many blessings when following the Lord! We get to see so many neat and interesting things, but the mission field can also hold many difficulties. Every day living becomes much harder.
Many missionary wives face loneliness as they try to break through the cultural barriers. They struggle with loss of freedom to go to the store or other places. We cannot leave our gate unless one of the pastors is with us. For our protection, we are sheltered…but it is all in how you allow yourself to look at it. Sometimes you can feel like a prisoner in your own home.
When a missionary wife shares hardships she wonders if it will be taken as complaining, or just sharing the realities of the mission field.
When sharing blessings, will people think missions is always easy without any hardships? Will they just see a glossy, sugarcoated view of the mission field?
It is such a hard balance! I know I may fail to keep it at times, but I pray that the Lord will give me discernment to know what to share…to be a blessing and to give greater insight to missionary life and how to pray!
May the Lord always receive all the glory in my life! May His grace be seen through the hard times and His abundant mercy in the good times!
While the kids were playing tonight, I went around and snapped pictures of things on our property. The hats peeking through the doorway looked so pretty!
I have been trying to do so much since we arrived, and we are having a hard time adjusting to this heat. Any time my attitude starts to get stressed or I start to get weepy, I know that I am trying to do too much and not getting enough rest.
It was so relaxing to look for the beauty all around. It really is such a pretty place! I have found that wherever I am, I can find beauty if I take a break and look for it.
I was taking pictures of pretty much everything. When I asked the boys if I could walk across their yard to get a picture of the gate going to the garden, they looked at me like I was crazy. It didn’t quite turn out like I wanted, but that’s okay.
Recently, the Lord has been working with me on contentment. I found myself the other day thinking, “If only it was a little cooler!” or “If only we had fans working tonight!” and“If only the electricity would work and keep things cool!” The Lord reprimanded my heart and reminded me. My contentment shouldn’t be based on whether things are going my way or not.
Paul said he learned to be content IN WHATSOEVER STATE he was in!
Oh! What a difficult lesson to learn! But may I too soon be able to say, I have learned to be content even when things aren’t going my way!
Wednesday we woke the kids around twelve-thirty AM, though neither Eric nor I had been able to sleep. It seemed like they just rolled out of bed ready and smiling! They started singing while waiting for us to leave and sang almost the entire drive to the airport! (Which I know our pastor thoroughly appreciated at 2 AM. 😉
Their excitement continued through checking our bags and TSA. We had just enough time on our first layover to get Chick-fil-A hash browns and chicken biscuits for breakfast. Then we quickly boarded our flight. We were on our way to Africa!
The Lord allowed us to get seats all in the same row on that long flight. I was seated with Mercy and Abigail; Eric had the middle row seats with Daniel and Anna; and Lydia and Sammy were seated in the next set of three seats across the aisle. A black man was seated with them at the window. Sammy almost immediately started talking to him excitedly. Eric and I glanced at each other and smiled – this guy didn’t know what he was getting for the next 13 hours!
The first 8-9 hours were pretty uneventful. Between trying to dose off, the kids played some games and watched some movies. At some point during that time, Sammy asked Eric for a tract. When we glanced over a little while later, Sammy had both his Bible and tract open and was witnessing to the man! He witnessed to him for 30 minutes to an hour.
Around 2-3 hours into our flight, they turned off the cabin lights. We were going to try to sleep. It had already been a long day. Just as I was about to shut my eyes the man behind me plopped his feet between Abigail’s and my headrests. I kept trying to get up the nerve to ask him to “kindly” remove his feet from MY space…but I am extremely shy.
So, I just let it fester inside. Eventually I asked Eric if he would trade seats. When he asked why I would want to do that, I could barely hold back my irritation and replied, “Because the guy behind me is rude and ignorant and I can’t take it any longer!” He could probably tell I was about to lose my mind, so quickly gathered his things and we switched places. The guy didn’t bother him.
Around 10 hours into our 13 hour flight, Abigail started getting sick. Just as we got her settled and cleaned up, she got sick again – this time everywhere and a little on the couple in front of us. She continued to get sick for the rest of our flight and immediately after we unboarded the plane. There were no lines heading through TSA for connecting flights in Ethiopia, just a large mass of rude, pushing people. I was afraid they’d trample the little two so I tried to keep them between all of us and the suitcases. Abigail continued to get sick multiple times as we pressed forward. Our layover was only two hours, down to one by the time we pushed our way our way through to the TSA roped lines! What a relief to have the lines marked off so the kids were protected! An Australian nurse in line somewhere behind us noticed how sick Abigail was and yelled out to Eric. When she found out about what was going on she gave us some anti nauseous medicine. The lady behind us was so impatient she didn’t even want to wait for the nurse to hand it us. She tried pushing past us.
As the line continued to move forward I gave Abigail the medicine. The simple kindness almost had me in tears! I tried to look back for her, but she was no where to be seen. She was sent from the Lord, I’m sure because of your prayers!
We finally made it to the check point. It was a mad rush of throwing things in the bins. When they went through they pulled Daniel’s carryon aside and asked if it was toys. They started searching through it, then asked if there were any weapons inside. The kids said, “He has a toy gun.” They informed Daniel that it wasn’t allowed and they would have to confiscate it. He respectfully replied okay, but his lip quivered and he got teary eyed. He had really wanted a nice, metal cowboy cap gun for about a year. One of our churches gave it to him as a gift. My heart just broke for him! They had all given up so much willingly and joyfully! All I could do was hug him and say I was sorry. All the kids felt like crying for him. The lady came back over with a young man. She said he would walk us to our plane, put it in one of our carry-ons, and check it at the gate for us. I think we all felt like cheering! Praise the Lord! Such a little things, but again sometimes we see God most as He cares for even our little things!
We had to hurry as our plane was already boarding. We walked fast through the airport, down an escalator and up another- it all made Abigail very sick again. We rested for just a minute while Eric bought water. I was afraid she was getting dehydrated. She got sick again after they checked us at the gate. She and I were huddled in the corner of the ramp when the stewardess approached us. She kindly told us to take our time and rest there for a minute. Again, this tenderness I know was another answer to your prayers! So there on the floor we cuddled for a few minutes before boarding. She got sick again two times by takeoff and once more at landing, but the Lord allowed her (and almost everyone else) to sleep the entire 3 1/2 hour flight. The airport in Malawi is a little airport. We deboarded, walked down the steps, then across the lot to the Covid health check station, then back again to the main building. While waiting to get our visa, Mercy and Abigail plopped on the floor and rested their heads on the carryons. Soon we had almost everyone trying to help us get through customs as quickly as possible! God is good!
While working through papers, the kids saw a man grabbing our suitcases and setting them on carts and directing 4-5 men to as well. The kids thought he was taking our luggage! But it was Pastor Nelson! By the time we had finished, they had gathered all of our luggage!
They quickly ran it through to scan it, threw it back on the carts, and we were done! We couldn’t believe how quickly the Lord allowed us to get through customs! We are so thankful that He directed Nelson to come prepare the way for us and talk with people.
Abigail got sick a few more times, but the Lord had prepared the perfect, unusually cool weather with a breeze which made her feel better. She sat next to a window and soon was feeling and acting like her normal self. I wanted to weep from exhaustion, relief, and most of all – God’s goodness to us!
We relaxed and tried to take in the beautiful flowers, the busy streets, the mountains (which Nelson informed us were just small hills) while enjoying the breeze coming from the window.
Soon exhaustion took over and each of us took turns dropping off to sleep.
Driving through, we were just as much a sight for them as everything was to us – a van filled with white people! Everyone stared, some waved and shouted.
After 4 hours, we pulled up to the mission. Outside was a small group of people waiting to greet us, waving and cheering as we pulled up.
Christy, Nelson’s wife, was waiting and had prepared chicken and potato wedges for supper.
The kids immediately began playing with their new friends. The ladies started grabbing the luggage as Shadrach pushed it to the edge of the truck bed.
Even though I was completely exhausted and in pain, I didn’t want to be lazy, so up I marched to the truck. At first he directed me to take the smaller bags, but soon there were only the 50lb bags left. I grabbed one and stumbled up to the porch. I almost made it to the door when Shadrach’s wife, Phil, took it from me. After that, I just met them at the door and rolled the bags inside.
I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up with these Malawi ladies! Hopefully my stubbornness doesn’t let me try too hard!
It still doesn’t feel real, and yet it feels like we’ve been here forever already!
I had the opportunity today to teach the children’s Sunday school through a translator this morning. I always forget to ask someone to take pictures. I did get some videos and pictures when the kids were singing and practicing for their Christmas play.
Even if we can’t understand the language yet, we enjoy watching their skit and are able to tell the story outline of the birth of Jesus. It is so fun to watch them act it out! They already have all their parts memorized!
It has been so hot, but it cools down a little in the evening. It is still probably in the 90s. The kids enjoy going outside to play in the shade once it cools. One of the favorite games so far has been wheelbarrow races. I wish we could get it to feel cooler in the house in the evenings! But we need to close the windows and use mosquito netting at night. It makes everything very muggy and hot. It makes it hard to sleep sometimes. The kids said that this isn’t even the hottest time of year! We just missed that. Praise the Lord! I guess He knew this was the most we could handle to start with!
Isn’t this little guy the cutest?! I couldn’t get him to do his big smile for the camera.
Eric and a few of the kids were able to go out to a nearby village to pass out tracts. Pastor Nelson said it would be too hot for the little ones, so we stayed back today. We are praying about starting a church there soon. I am looking forward to getting to go there as well. I may start a Saturday Bible club there while the men are preaching to different groups. I am very excited about that! Pray the Lord gives us wisdom when to start that. I would set up in the shade, so I feel it would be okay.
Can you find Daniel? 😉
Sometimes as a missionary wife, we have to stay behind. It can feel like we’re missing out on the “real” missionary work. I want to be out there all the time involved…but I know the Lord has given me a precious ministry in my home too. Praying the Lord directs me to what exactly He does and doesn’t want me to be involved in.
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