Happy Birthday Hurricane

It’s not how I expected to spend my 30th birthday. Usually my birthday is hot, but this year, since it’s winter here in Swaziland, I was hoping for a snow storm.
I got a hurricane instead.
On Friday night the winds started to really pick up. It was about this time last year when Manzini experienced a “dry hurricane” and although this wasn’t quite as bad, I’d never experienced anything like it. It was unreal! So as we drove home from Kristen’s house the wind was howling like crazy, and oh, did I mention the fires?
Yeah, here in Swaziland they burn …well everything! I guess it helps the grass to grow back better or something. But as you drive around you see a field, yard, or hillside smoldering and maybe some small flames, - nothing to get excited about. But with the winds the way they were, some of the fires got out of control. Hillsides were covered with giant leaping flames, and there was smoke all over town. It was truly an awesome sight to see; - although I’m glad my house wasn’t in the valley. The full moon was so bright, you could see silouettes of trees being blown sideways, and I wondered how they didn't snap!
So what does all of this have to do with my birthday? Well when I awoke on Saturday, after listening to howling winds and falling papayas, the winds were just starting to settle down,(the picture here) but there was no power, and no running water. To top it off, ash had blown under the door and in the bathroom window. Ugh. Cleaning on my birthday? No fair.
I was sitting very disappointed because with no water and no power my planned birthday brunch would have to be canceled. Boo.
But to my surprise, when I went into the Rodger’s house, they were cooking on gas camping stoves and decorating a banner for me! The party went on as planned, with all the guests un-showered. We had pancakes and "bacon." Yeah!
After all of that excitement, I decided 30 meant I was a big girl, so I sucked it up, and drove my truck to my cottage and began moving in. And that evening, I went to an outdoor concert at Waterford school where the white ash from nearby fires gently floated down over the audience, -an uncanning resemblance to snow flurries. I guess I got my wish after all. :0)
ps- the pillow are to go with my new duvet! so cute!
PPS- thanks to all of you who send e cards!

update

hey guys, I haven't been online for a while, I know.
things are going well here. I moved into Chippie Cottage officially and I'm working hard to make it home. It's re-adjusting all over again, but it will go fine. This house has really good water pressure. Also I'm driving myself a bit now.
I don't like it.
It makes me a nervous wreck. I try to avoid traffic at all cost but this morning I hit rush hour traffic. Now rush hour in Mbabane is nothing but it terrifies me. I prayed the whole way in.
And when I finally get from point A to Point B I'm a shaky nervous wreck. I just have to sit and breth deeply trying not to cry. So what I'm sayin is, Help! Pray for me. That it will go a lot better every day until I am confident and sailing smoothly!
Also in the news, I had an interesting/good b-day (more on that later) and thanks to everyone who sent me wishes. And I got my hair chopped off. Love it! but more on that later too.

Get in the Game

Okay! I'm a bit slow on this one. But 40 days of prayer is about to begin! Yikes is it that time of year again? It seems like just yesterday I was sitting in Brazil, sipping Pilao, and praying with my little guide, but I digress.
Don't miss your chance. Email pray@childrenscup.org and let them know you are going to get on board, and they will add your name to the list on the web page. (This can be your 15 minutes of fame!) Also request a prayer booklet, but if you don't get it by the 1st, neverfear. You can check the children's cup web page and see each item on its day. (And if you are at newhope, I beleive Joey has some!)
Pray hard!

OMG!!!

If you are my age, you don't even need me to explain who these two men are.
When I was 10, I was obsessively in love with Corey Haim.
Obsessively.
I can't tell you how many times I've seen the Lost Boys, or License to Drive.
I use to pray that I would win a BOP contest and meet him, and then we could get married.
I'm so glad God doens't answer all of our prayers the way we expect. ha ha
If you are my are you also know of the two Corey's very public struggle with drugs and such. Corey Feldman has since cleaned up, got married and lives straight. Corey Haim on the other hand, still struggles to act like an adult and once tried to sell his molars on E-bay. (no I didn't try to buy them)
But now A&E has a new reality series premeiring this sunday (until January)where the two are living together in a modern day odd-couple. Can someone get this for me? can you tivo it and record it on DVD? Is that possible?
someone has to feel the excitement I'm feeling.
yea for the return of the 2 coreys!!!!!

No braai!!!!

This is Espresso, newly adopted puppy for the Rehmeyer family. I spent the weekend with him. Cute widdle puppy-wuppy.
No braai Daren!!!!
(For those of you who aren't in on the joke, a braai (pronounced BRY) is like a
bar-b-que. Daren thinks they have too many dogs and was printing out recipes for dog from the internet.) Don't worry. It's all in good fun...I think.

Open the floodgates!

I have been tremendously blessed. I don't even think I can grasp it yet!
In the 3 weeks I've been here, things have fallen into place so well.
I have a house to live in, a car to drive, and almost a complete house full of furniture!
The truck came about when Ben got a call saying there were some leased vehicles up for sale and they were holding one for us to look at. It's only a 2003 and doesn't have too many miles. Ben suggested I snatch it up, which I did. Many men are envious of my man-truck. If you knew how hard it is to get a decent vehicle here, you'd know why.
My house was also prearranged for me, and I only have to furnish it. Furniture here in Swaziland is very expensive and often ugly. But days after arriving a couple Crystal and Nathan suddenly had to return to the states. They sold me so much furniture and housing items at a crazy low price. In addition, I was given by another family, table clothes, some kitchen items, a juicer, curtains, a headboard and inn tables, a vanity table, a step stool and a standing full length mirror! With the exception of a dinning room table, my house is fully furnished well under budget (which has allowed me to by the slightly over budget car.) I can't believe it! Now I only have to buy little things to make it nice, candles, pictures etc. Things they call "scatters" here.
One of out Swazi staff asked me "What is your secret? How do you know the right time to come, when the car is available, and people are moving, and people are giving things away? I've seen others come and they have to live with others for months to get things arranged. But it is coming so easy for you. How did you do it?..."
The thing is, I had nothing to do with it. It's simply God's favor.
Ben joked, "You must be livin' right."
That's got nothing to do with it. If mercy depended on my performance, I'd be in trouble some days. But I think because I am here by myself, and don't have a husband or family to depend on God has given me an abundance of grace to get through the rocky times.
A long time ago as I struggled with the idea of coming here alone, God showed me this part of Scripture:
Moses said to the LORD, "You have been telling me...but you haven't told me whom you will send with me. You call me by name and tell me I have found favor with you. Please if this is really so, show me your intentions so I will understand you more fully and do exactly what you want me to do..." And the LORD replied, "I will personally go with you, Moses. I will give you rest. Everything will be fine for you...I will show kindness to anyone I choose, and I will show mercy to anyone I choose..." Exodus 33:12-19 [emphasis mine]
So these 3 weeks have been a fulfillment of His promises. He goes along with those He calls, working on their behalf, choosing to show His mercy to those he chooses.

The easy way is not always the best way

When I first began teaching I took over a class where a teacher retired mid-year. I was in the class no more than 2 days when I realized why she'd left mid-year. The kids were horrible! I mean real monsters!
I would drive home crying on some days and when June finally arrived and I left for summer break, I would occasionally have nightmares. I'm serious, they were that bad.
But in the years since, no matter how bad my students acted, I knew how to handle it. I'd learned how to teach in a touch circumstance, and therefor all others, seemed easy in comparison.
That is my attitude about driving a stick.
I'm learning that hard way.
My truck is big, petrol (instead of deisle)and Mbabane is on a mountain, so you just can't avoid hills. To top it off, my hand break is tight, and I can't drop it. So I can't rely on it to keep me from rolling back when I stop on a hill. I am forced to balance with my clutch when I start off in 1st.
It's an American learner's nightmare.
But in spite of it all, I'm learning, and Roger says I'm doing well. Once I get going, I'm pretty good, shifting and all. And I've just had to get over what others think about me.
Roger said this morning, "You don't have a L on your truck to show you are a learner. So if you stall, people will shout, 'What is wrong with you?!!! Are you drunk?!!!!" Ha Ha HA
But he says not to worry. He would have a bit of trouble himself because it's a tough car to drive.
So I will perservere. I will learn the tough way. I will succeed. And then all other cars will be a piece of cake!

Lazy Days of...Winter?

Monday was a holiday here,- the former King's birthday. So we got the day off. However we still worked hard moving furniture from house to house to prepare my house, the team house, and to close up Crystal and Nathan's house.
In the mist of all of this chaos, Kayla made up homemade lemonaide. Yum! She used the lemons growing on their trees, juiced them herself and made a wonderful treat!
In spite of it being "winter" the days are getting quite warm and the nights aren't quite as cold. So Kayla's lemonaide is a real thirst quencher.
She and the other children have been selling it to raise money for a new veranda of one of the care points! How cool is that?

Big truckin' momma!

Yes, this is my truck! I didn't really expect to ever get a truck, but a good car is hard to come by. This was a good car at a good price,- a little over my price range, but hey, it will be worth it.
Pray for it,- seriously.
I've heard everyone talk about how much trouble they have with cars here. SO pray for itthat is always runs well, and safely, and never gets into a wreck.
Roger took me driving in it yesterday and it's tricky, but I'm getting it.

change my mind

It’s all in how you look at things.
Friday night I drove to Sifanzani School to pick up Danielle. The Rehmeyer family was in Mozambique and I spent the weekend with 2 of their teenagers. So as Nathaniel and I waited for Danielle to come out from her play, we decided to listen to a CD.
It was just a few minutes before the lights inside the cab of the car started to flicker and the song warbled.
Oh-oh.
My worst fear was confirmed with a turn of the key. Silence. Dead battery.
Trying not to panic I turned to Nathan for guidance. “What do we do?!!!!!!”
“Call the Rogers.”
“They’re in South Africa this weekend.”
“Then call Roger.”
Oh I felt bad. Poor Roger. He was house sitting for Kristen, who was also out of town, and I could just picture him kicked back, enjoying some American TV and the last thing he would want to do on a Friday night would be to drive into town and rescue us stranded on the side of the road.
But he came without a second thought. And when I profusely apologize he shrugged it off. “I am serving the Lord! It’s okay.” He seemed sincere, not like he was just saying it to be nice.
The next day was moving day for me. I was schedule to move a lot of things bought from Nathan and Crystal to furnish my little cottage. And Roger had been semi-assigned to help me move. He drove this giant flat bed truck and helped load up furniture and such.
“Hey Roger, do you own a TV?” Nathan asked. “Here, we just paid for 3 months on our satellite card. There are 2 ½ months left. You can have it.”
Roger stood there, not saying a word, smiling and giggling like a child on Christmas morning. He explained later that a 3-month satellite card would cost about a month salary for him. “Now I can watch the God channel …and soccer!”
Once back in the truck he said to me, “Thank you for asking me to help you move today.”
Whoa!
I’ve asked a lot of people to help me move thru the years. Not one has ever thanked me for asking them. Most of them agree begrudgingly, or at best agree because they expect I will have to return the favor in the near future.
“Do you see what I mean?” he said. “When you serve the Lord willingly, you are blessed in return. Am I am so blessed today!”
What a great attitude. Do your best with whatever situation comes your way, and trust that God sees. Roger’s attitude reminded me of this scripture: “Don’t grow weary in doing good.”

Imaginations

Last night was a creepy night, and it was all my fault. I let me imagination run away from me. The Rehmeyers brought me home after Danielle's play and I went to unlock the door to my flat. I noticed the gate next to the door was slightly open. Well, the gardener or house girl probably left it ajar on accident but I was on guard. I also noticed that the dogs hadn't excaped into the front yard.
Well then I hit the gate button and the gate would slide a few feet, stop and then open. I tried and tried and it did the same thing. Darren tried pushing pulling, nothing worked!
That's when my imagination started to run wild!
some one has been watching the house...they know the rodgers are out of town...they've been messing with the gate so I'll have to leave it open...they've been in the back yard already and have poisoned the dogs...
It freaked me out. But then the gate closed, I checked my loft to find no boogey men and went to sleep.
I hate when I do that.

American the Beautiful

I was window shopping in Mbabane today. I stopped into a linens shop to look at the bedding. A salesman approached me knowing I’m American.
“Sawubona” I greeted him. (Of course everyone knows that word.)
“Yebo. Ujani?”
“Ngiyaphile”
He was impressed. I guess most Americans don’t learn all the way to ngiyaphile.
“blah blah blah, click click on-and-on in SiSwati.”
Yikes!!!!
“I don’t know beyond ‘Ngiyaphile’. I’m sorry”
Could I be any more uni-language deficient? I ought to just have a t-shirt made with a big American flag and the words, “My SiSwati done run out.”

The power of Prayer

Pray about all things.
I’m good about praying about big things,- crisis, sickness, money issues. I’ve got that covered.
But since I’ve been here, I’m feeling I should pray about even the tiny things, the silly things, the This- can’t- possibly- make- a- difference- to- God things.
And I’m hearing his voice in a very different way.
For example, last Friday I woke up with perfect hair. I mean it looked great.
“You don’t have to wash it today” I heard.
But I guess it wasn’t registering that I was “hearing” it.
“hmm…I’ll wash it anyway and redo it. I don’t want it to get greasy later.”
So I go in the shower and about 2 minutes into it, the hot water cut out and the pressure dropped.( I found out some days are “shower days” and everyone in the town is using water. So those are the days you shower early or not at all) I had to rinse my hair in freezing cold water. Brr! After I got out of the shower I found out Susan was leaving in a matter of minutes and left the house with random clothes, and a pony-tail.
I should have listened to the small voice.
Then today I dilly-dallied around and got to the shower around 7. No pressure, not hot water.
Sigh. I put my hair up and started preparing to wash up in the sink.
“Ask me.”
Huh. Okay. What would it hurt? “Jesus, can I wash in the shower today?” I tried again and it was on! I jumped in quickly and soaped up and rinsed. “Can I shampoo my hair too?” (I wasn’t going to make that mistake twice.) and felt a definite “yes”
And the water lasted! Yea
But best of all was the Potter’s Wheel. That’s a little coffee shop near out office. Nothing like starbucks but it’s cozy and cute and they have decent coffee and little hot sandwiches for lunch. Well two days ago Queeneth told me they were closing!
But I just got here!
So I started praying. I know that sounds dumb, but I was sad about it.
Today I went to get a cup of coffee and asked the girl, “I heard you were closing?”
“Yes, we closed yesterday and opened today”
“No, you are closing down.”
“No. We opened under new management today.”
“So I can still come here any day and get coffee whenever I want?”
“Yes madam.”
Prayer works. Even with small things
Don’t worry about anything, instead pray about everything. Tell God what you need and thank him for all he has done…” Phillipians 4:6

granidilla= guava

So I wrote that I was trying new flavors of foods. Well I bought some granidilla yoghurt. (Yes, that is yoghurt with an H.)
When I opened it, it was full of seeds! No, not candy seeds, or fun-fetti seeds, but real, honest to goodness seeds. They look like tiny watermelon seeds and there were dozens of them through my yoghurt.
Are you suppose to eat them?
Won’t that give you a belly ache?

Day 10 (sorry it's late, my internet has been down)

Hmmm. What has happened lately?
I have walked on a lot of footpaths, here and there, in the hot sun. I think I’m becoming African. I asked Treasure, one of my teachers, to teach me to carry things on my head. But she just laughed. “In six months, I’ll teach you. You will be African then.” :0)
I’ve also ridden a kombi. No not our children’s Cup kombi, but a real honest to goodness public transportation kombi. Not sure how safe that might have been but I prayed about it and felt at peace before I went to the bus rank. That, and I was with Queeneth. I don’t think anyone would want to mess with her. :0) It was hot and smelly but overall an uneventful trip.
Although the Manzini bus rank is supposed to be sketchy, I thought it was kind of neat with all of the vendors and such there. And you simply look for a kombi with “Mbabane” on that back and that means they are driving to Mbabane. So you get in and sit down and they drive you. Pretty simple.
I also had the opportunity to see how Swazi resolve conflict. There was a problem,- well it wasn’t really a problem ,-that Queeneth and I had to work out for some teachers. But there was no shouting, demanding, or threatened law suits. They simply talked very submissively saying, “Well sister, this is what I suggest to you…” or “Do you see why this is a problem for me…”
I asked Queeneth why we had to drive all the way to Manzini and then walk around to solve the problem. Why couldn’t we just call and settle it?
“No. That’s not good. That’s not the way we do it. On the phone you can lie. But if I see you eye to eye, you can’t lie to me. And can you imagine how much money you would spend. You could go around and around and never solve anything.”
Interesting

Swazilocks

Can you see her? She's the one in the middle! I told you, she's happy, healthy and hairless.
Yea for Swazilocks!
Pam, I bet you didnt' even recognize your sweet girl.

you're mean!!

The rehmeyers have 2 dog and have just adopted a puppy from a family who has had to move suddenly. But one of their dogs is pregnant as well. So Daren R, and Nathie are here in the office looking up recipes for dog online!!!!
Sick and cruel.
So, not funny!

So, not PC

It's official
I'm not an idiot.
To obtain my work permitt I had to go to a honest to goodness real doctor and have verified that I'm not deaf, dumb, blind, epileptic, or an idiot.
You can't make this stuff up.
The doctor asked me if I had any chronic problems, medications, or a baby in my stomach....hmmmm I sure hope he meant my uterus.
If he's a doctor and think babies are in your stomach, maybe he's the id-... I won't go there.

Faith in Action

I heard a great sermon this morning. It began with the understanding that in the Hebrew culture and language, belief and obedience are one and the same.
Jesus replied, “My mother and brothers are all those who hear the message of God, and obey it.”
-Luke 8:12
He replied, “Even more blessed are all who hear the word of God and put it into practice.”
-Luke 11:28
That’s very different from the American thinking. We try to believe things with our brains, and stop there.
I remember in Brazil, Betty McKinney talked about Americans having “uh-huh” faith
Do you believe in Jesus?
Uh-huh
Do you believe he is the Son of God?
Uh-huh
Have you asked him to forgive your sins?
Uh-huh
Good! You’re saved!... and they move on to the next. But…
“Not all people who sound religious are really godly. They may refer to me as ‘Lord’, but they still won’t enter the Kingdom of Heaven. The decisive issue is whether they obey my Father in heaven.”
-Matthew 7:21

Now of course, we are not saved by our actions, but within the context of scripture we see that action is the natural result of our belief. When we truly believe, we act as though we believe!
A very simple example I thought of was my childhood belief in Santa. I believed in Santa…so I behaved as though I believed in Santa. I was very good all December long, knowing that he was watching (although Jan 1st saw a whole new Christy.) I wrote him letters, I put out cookies and milk, I slept on the couch on Christmas Eve, - my actions were a direct result of my belief. I didn’t have to tell anyone I believed in Santa, you could see it with your own two eyes.
Get it?
Of course, James put it best:
Dear brothers and sisters, what’s the use of saying you have faith if you don’t prove it by your actions? That kind of faith can’t save anyone…Faith that doesn’t show itself by good deeds is no faith at all- it is dead and useless…Do you still think it’s enough just to believe that there is one God? Well even the demons believe this, and they tremble in terror...”
-James 2:14
But there are more examples too:
Then Jesus told him, “Go back home, your son will live!” And the man believed Jesus’ words and started home.
-John 4:50
“You are truly my disciples if you keep obeying my teachings. And you will know the truth and the truth shall set you free.”
-John 8:31
“Didn’t I tell you that you will see God’s glory if you believe?” So they rolled the stone aside…
-John 11:40
Just a tidbit but you get the point.
Go out today. Do what you believe! :0)

Day 8

Can you see the beautiful scenery of this carepoint? Everywhere you go you see big beautiful mountains!
I’m loving it here. Sure there are things that are different and strange, but I am having my great adventure!
Electricity and internet are fickle. They just kinda work when they want to. So far it hasn’t been too big of an inconvience. But the internet is soooo slow it makes me want to cry. Pictures are very hard to load onto blogger, so check back every few days to see if any are up there.
I’ve also started driving that past five days. Teresa has an automatic, so I’ve been practicing getting from here to there with her guidance. It’s going well, I think. She’s still riding with me, so she must think so too.
It’s tricky at first being on the opposite side of the car and road. And every time I try to turn right into a parking lot I feel this urge to contort around and look over my right shoulder, thinking a car will be coming up behind me. No matter that I can see oncoming traffic on the right side, just habitual instinct I guess. Sometimes I try to turn on my blinker and turn on my wipers instead.
I drove back from Manzini today, about a 25 minute drive up the mountain. The slow lane is on the left, which feels weird, you drive 120 (that’s kilometers per hour), and there are no speed limit signs (at least not where you expect them. They are all on the left instead of the right.) Oh those tricky Swazi! Some have said I am brave for trying to drive so soon. I don’t think I’m brave, it’s just a necessity of life.
Another aspect that is new is this whole concept of “Swazi-time” Americans plan meetings at 1 and they begin at 1. My 1 o’clock meeting started at 2:45. (or perhaps I should say my 13:00 meeting began at 14:45.) My 9am ride arrived at 10:15. I’ve been told that it takes 10 times longer to do anything in Swaziland. If America runs at 100, Swaziland runs at 40. So far this has proven true. It takes forever to get anything done! What can I do? I need to learn to chill out and accept it (“shaka”, as the Hawiians say.) It’s suggested that I take book where ever I go. (Hmmmm…..Maybe the internet works on Swazi-time)
I went to see my house the other day. It’s very cool, but I don’t want to post pictures of it yet, simply because it’s empty and I want to make it feel like home before I do. Remember as I was doing my fundraising, I had a budget of $4000 to furnish my house and get set up? I thought to myself, hmmmm. This will be nice. $4000 for towels, sheets, and dishes will be great. Oh no! I had no idea that houses don’t come with appliances! I kid you not y’all I had to by a refrigerator the other day! It’s super tiny and when I found that the men had delivered it to my porch, I simply slid it into the kitchen. I am lucky to have a stove in my house but need to buy a microwave, washer and dryer as well as all of the furniture.
I’ve picked out my bedroom furniture but they do delivery a bit different here. You pay for it, and they put it in a truck and drive to your house. I just haven’t had time for that yet! And I don’t exactly have an address. Charles said I need to give directions like this: “I live at Derek Hopf’s house” (Apparently my land lord is a well know architect and with this small town feel, most people would know where he lives.) Or I could say, “I stay in Fontayne, on Mseni road. There is a purple fence with a black gate.” And that will do it.
But in spite of all of the newness, I love it.
Ps- I’ve been sleeping better and no more maggots.