A Week In The Life: Tuesday

Before I start, allow me to set the scene. It's late Monday night and quickly approaching early Tuesday morning. I was laying in the darkness, trying to take deep breaths to keep the stress at bay, and I could hear our mouse boldly sniffing around the room (Let the records show that he's not stealthy at all. He has actually climbed onto my dinner plate when I set it on the floor for a moment, and he didn't even have the decency to look guilty about it.) Before long, I started to feel overwhelmed and the tears just starting prickling, then they started gathering, and then they started spilling over. Soon after I started turning my stress into liquid form, my roommate attempted a graceful trip in the pitch black to the restroom, and succeeded on the way out. On the way back in, however, she accidentally bumped into the stool where I have been keeping all my hoarded dirty dishes. Luckily nothing broke but I know, I have a problem. Anyways, I heard a sniffle. Then when she got up to her top bunk, I heard another sniffle. So of course I asked what was wrong. Silence. Sniffle. "Are you cryyyyiinng??" I asked. I heard a faint "mhmm." Pause. Then I started laughing. "Me too!!" I said, still giggling. It didn't take long before we were both cracking up. The lights went on, we got some music going, and we whipped out the Old Maid for a few intense rounds. There was also a miniature dance party that mostly consisted of me showcasing my moves accompanied by my scarf. We also briefly discussed breaking something but we can't afford that, so we decided to talk awhile before attempting the whole sleep thing again. So basically, I danced my way into Tuesday.

Five hours later, I was really wishing that I had the foresight to take sleeping pills instead of trying to remedy my insomnia with card games. Live and learn I guess. Well, our impromptu midnight rendezvous also affected my roomie Lucia, because she was essentially mute for the first two hours after rising. She was showing a few signs of life, thankfully, and I got a grunt or two at some point. Well then off we went school.

I understand that with every job, some weeks are hard. And some days inside those weeks feel more or less impossible. Perhaps this seems a bit dramatic, but God dragged me through the day. Some of the kids literally seem to get their slates wiped clean each night. One girl called me over, pointed to her page, and swore she had never seen a problem like that before, even though a few days prior she had successfully completed multiple pages identical to it after extensive explanation. These are the days when I can't deny that this is beyond my abilities as an imperfect, unqualified teacher. There is no limit to how many times I will explain things, nor is there a limit to how many smiles I can give them, simply because I know they're struggling far more than me. At the moment when I think I will stumble over another explanation, or my smile will falter, God fills my heart with the image of them leaned over their desk, furiously erasing and writing, erasing and rewriting, erasing and staring at their smudged pages. He breaks my heart for them and gives me the will to fight for them. Thanks to God, I got through.

Following dismissal at two, my five older girls joined me by the stage. The Jehovah Shalom Mission School is located in the gym of the Alexandria Christian Academy so our amazing principal has joined our two schools on Thursday mornings for a group devotion. On each one of these mornings, the students are encouraged to prepare devotions for their classmates. My girls wanted to go this week, and they really wanted to perform the Everything skit by Lifehouse (I recommend Googling the original if you aren't familiar with it!). Today was our first practice, and we had two boys from ACA helping us put it together. Rehearsal went along splendidly and even though I was exhausted, I was feeling very uplifted as well.

We walked the girls back across Alexandria to Jehovah Jireh Haven where Abby, Lucia, and I went in for a quick round of hugs and kisses.

And then, it was back home. Chicken noodle soup for dinner, along with a few episodes of The Mentalist from my computer. I do believe I earned the right to be a little lazy, although I had the best intentions to do more with my afternoon...but alas, bed just seemed like the more favorable option. Forgive me for getting off schedule!

And as usual, please keep us in your prayers!

A Week In The Life: Monday

Today's weather eerily marked the passage of my spirit. The sun rose this morning with a vengeance, scattering the shadows that night had left behind. A cool breeze lifted the hair off my neck and then it seemed to move through me, spreading peace as it went. The day slowly darkened as clouds moved in. Soon the wind rocked the trees and the harsh, pounding lines of rain contrasted with the branches swaying back and forth. Then I saw perfect sunbeams breaking through the clouds and suddenly the sky transformed into falling reflections of light. It was stunning. God is an artist.

My Monday began with a mosquito bite. To beat of the steady vibrations of my wretched 5:50 a.m. phone alarm, I slapped it 6 times like Mom taught me instead of scratching. It didn't exactly do much to stop the itching but it did wake me up a little, which on a Monday morning is something to be cherished. My dear little roommate Lucia and I left the house a tad bit after 7:15 and began the trek up the hill and down the road to the school. We quickly made some last minute preparations before eight little heads ducked and weaved their way into the Learning Center. Monday mornings are for our group assembly, in which we have one big devotion instead of three separate ones. However, there was a significant percentage of our school's population still missing..Apparently one girl's school shirt had not been washed that weekend and so all were recruited to find a clean one, in addition to morning chores. Nevertheless, we were complete soon enough and the words of South Africa's National Anthem echoed throughout the large gym acting as our school.

The rest of the day unfortunately followed suit. The children really struggled, I'm sad to say. There were more than a few tears, a few more unintentional naps, and a lot of tension. Every day naturally holds unexpected challenges that we aren't always equipped for. Despite that, we get ourselves and our little ones through each moment with the help of grace, tea, and countless prayers for wisdom, strength, and anything else God feels like handing out.

On the walk home, my mind was more crowded than an African taxi that had picked up every Mama from here to Cape Town. That's really, really crowded. Like really. Really, really. Really. You get the idea. I walked in through the side door, since the door we usually use was accidentally padlocked with a padlock that we don't have a key for (whoops) and I headed straight for my room to call my dad. With his advice in my back pocket, I settled in for the night. I watched the rain for awhile, made a quesadilla with imitation tortillas, and turned on the geyser to heat up water for showers...since showers are good...Now here I sit. 9:02 p.m. My iTunes is on shuffle, because occasionally I get a good laugh out of certain random songs. I have Delicious-But-Not-As-Good-As-Granny's cup of tea sitting on the bar stool from the kitchen that has taken up residence next to my bed. The fan is on to make it harder for the mosquitoes to fly straight in my direction, but they usually find a way regardless. The fan is also the reason I'm wearing long pajama pants and a sweatshirt in the middle of an African summer. You guys don't judge though, right?!

Well, goodnight one and all. Please keep our kids in your prayers tonight.

P.S. If anyone would like a specific name and prayer request, just say so. I will happily send you five!!

A Week In The Life: Sunday

This morning started with an aggravating imitation of a storybook cock-doodle-doo from a rooster who will soon feed a family if he doesn't get the hint that not only does he anger me in the early A.M., but the thought of him angers me at any old time of the day. Some mornings he finds different people to tick off but this morning, he fixed his beady eye on my part of the house. So at 5:12 I forcefully tossed my blankets off me, causing them to twist in true Kansas Tornado fashion. After a little over 30 seconds spent groping around for the doorknob, I turned back for my glasses. Then, at last reunited with my vision, I went off to find that trespassing pest.

There he was in the yard, surrounded by a few hens who by God's grace endure his endless squawking day after day. I looked down and saw a little rock perfectly suited for my purpose. I picked it up and threw it....to be honest with ya'll, I have no excuse for how pathetically far away that rock was from my target, since I got new glasses a few months ago. It may be due to the fact that my sister took all my athletic genes, in addition to her own. Or perchance because the last throwing sport in which I was engaged was 2nd grade softball, unless the food fight for my 16th birthday party counts. Regardless, I felt compelled to try to redeem myself particularly since the rooster hadn't yet noticed the change in scenery. My next rock at least got his attention, I am proud to say, and he moved a few hesitant steps away in a westward direction. Or maybe I was eastward, northward, or even southward...heck if I know. I never did get around to Boy Scouts. Anyways, it gave me hope.

Picking up the next rock I regretfully got a bit of dirt beneath my nails and for a moment I faltered before regaining my Stone Cold Hunter mindset. And then I launched my missile of revenge.....To break the suspense, I'll just tell you that I didn't exactly make contact. BUT my special little rock made a satisfactory thunk, and that got bird-brain moving. Then a strong feeling of awkwardness struck. Our house sits on a corner, a corner subject to much traffic. Thankfully no one was there to witness my disheveled display of desperation. So then, a triumphant return to bed followed by a few more hours of blessedly undisturbed sleep. Then I woke up and read my Bible. And then prayed that God would kill the rooster in a quick lightening storm. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy. I may have also reminded him that people around here love fried chicken, but the closest KFC is 40 minutes away. Hence my brilliant solution. But apparently He has different plans for the little turd, that are greater than mine. Even though I still think my plan was pretty great.

When I finally rolled out of bed, rooster free, and clumped to the kitchen for tea and my daily bowl of Bran cereal there sat two of my fellow teachers and a most adorable married couple, Adam and Abby. They live in the little flat connected to our part of the house, but due to the two mattresses in our living room, I accurately assessed that they had joined us for the night. Why? Well, after a mini roadtrip up to East London on Friday to pick up their new car (New, as in old, but new for them. For the record.) and a sleepover with the Agee family, they arrived home here on Saturday night only to discover that Adam's bag, accidentally left behind in the Agee household, also had their keys to the flat. So, instead of beating the padlocks off the door, Abby decided to spend the night on our floor and then make the two hour trip up to East London this morning for the second time in three days. Erika, a temporary teacher who's with us for a few more weeks, coincidentally needed a ride up to East London because she is joining up with a small team headed to Transkei for the week. With 15 minutes to spare, I decided to join in for no other reason than to get out of town. Off we went, soon stopping at a gas station where I ran in to buy wings in the form of Red Bull. Sufficiently pumped full of caffeine, we rocked out to some good tunes and enjoyed the scenery. Upon arriving at the Agee's house, I was presented with Dr. Pepper that Adam and Abby had bought me, and left in the Bag-That-Caused-Much-Trouble. I sat in silence and tasted heaven. Then we went on an outing to a restaurant on the beach. Good food. Good beer. Good company.

All in all, it was a day of excellent conversation, great people, and really really really amazing beverages.