Daily Schedule

Ramen Noodles, cereal with warm milk, and filtered dirt water! We are so blessed in America! My daily schedule consists of coming to the internet cafe as early as possible to beat the rush of people, walking back to the house trying not to get dehydrated, cooling down by a cold shower, walking to the orphanage (only a block away), feeding and playing with the enfants and toddles (I am bringing them all back with me) and then coming home for French class.

The days go by fast and sometimes I am not sure where they went. Our class is a couple hours a day. I am somewhat able to make small talk, although it may be chinese to them. Bro. Adams teaches at the Bible School. The students are sharp. Does not compare to Gateway. These young people want to learn. They have a desire I have never seen before. If I could only grasp a small percent of this desire, I know it will take me far. God, stretch me.

Getting Adjusted

The smell of Africa turns my stomach daily. We will walk through market and the stench will consume us for hours. At the house, we continually have candles lit as well as flowers on the table to make it smell like home.

Out my bedroom window I hear children seeing and laughing each morning. I open the curtains and see those holding hands as they make their way to the next street. Normally there will be a ball somewhere in the mix of them; seems so lively. The children here laugh more than I have ever heard in America. They have little stress, and take each day for what it is.

It is not uncommon to have Africans constantly in our home. This morning, I woke up to four of them banging on the walls in the bathroom. We have only had cold showers since we have been here, which is actually refreshing, but they have been here all week to put in a hot water heater. Anything we request will be fixed; however, it is all in a matter of time.

I did not think I would fall in love with this place so easily; a warm smile from the children make all the difference. Walk down the streets and we are greeted with many. It is a place that I will hang onto each day carefully.

We have Arrived

The sun was setting as we landed into Togo, Africa. We were welcomed by a rather large group of superior Africans, dressed in suits and ties. It was quite intimidating. I attempted to make eye contact with those around me, but was disappointed by the isolation felt. I now know how it feels to be minority.

Once we we left the the airport after traveling for 32 hours, we were taken to the missionaries house for a late night dinner. This consisted of pizza and soda; very American. I assume the pizza was delivered by camel. (grin) Surprised to see cars everywhere on the streets as well as mopeds. Seems dangerous with much reckless driving.

The guest house that we stayed in last night is filled with palm trees and flowers in the lawn. There is a thick white wall that surrounds our yard. Without the ability too look over and with the landscape like it is, it feels like the Bahamas. We have not yet left the walls, I am sure it is a dramatic difference on the other side. However, it feels good to be here. I have never felt so much peace about where I am in my life. The unknown had me questioning; but now, it just feels good.

Leaving STL

I am overwhelmed with the thought of leaving my comfort zone. The last few church services have been emotional. I have built a dynamic group of friends in the last year that will be missed during this time. I feel as though I am in a grieving time and just wish I could bring everyone along. I trust that God will fill this void that will be in my life and fill it with abundant joy. 5 more weeks!

The Journey Begins

The decision was made just a few days ago to leave for the dusty roads of Burkina Faso, Africa. Only God knows what is taking place, I am just following Him as close as I can.