Sweet Melissa

heidi and i were headed to our first day of Bible storying at okari. just before we reach the church, we stop at the borehole to greet a friend. then a little girl walks our way and says she was told to direct us to a house nearby where coming-out prayers were being held for a newborn baby girl. 

so in true moru fashion, we go with the flow and follow her down the path. as heidi and i switch from moru to arabic, we are confused when they tell us there are two babies. “twins?!” we ask, and they explain again that two women, from the same compound, each had a baby girl a few days apart. 

moru tradition is to hold prayers 4 days after the birth of a baby girl (3 days for a boy). so, today we would have prayers for the first girl, then a few days later would be prayers for the other baby.

we arrived to see many of our friends from okari. we felt better about postponing Bible storying since most of our participants were there, and we were happy to be a part of such a special day with them.

the younger women were busy fetching water and preparing food. grandmothers stretched their legs on a large mat with the children. leaders of the church sat in chairs in a circle. and we all gathered on this large, well-swept compound, under the shade of a tree. 

vida opened us up with a sermon from mark 10 about Jesus and the little children. we sang the moru version of blessed assurance, prayed, and took up offering. then it was time to see the baby!

heidi and i stand with the women as they literally lift up the baby girl in prayer. then they ask the baby’s name... nyobili melissa :)  my namesake!

inside the mud hut, i greet the mother, abao, who was one of our english class regulars. she hands over sweet melissa, and i marvel at such a precious sight as i rub her tiny fingers. 

we continue the day with a meal and talk about south sudan’s independence day, which was on july 9th. heidi asks if anyone went for tribal dancing, and they all point to one of the oldest ladies sitting with us! i hope i’m that old and still going to dance parties :) we all laugh together as they begin to show us the dance styles of different tribes. one looks like a shuffle, another jumping, and one dance is all in the shoulders. 

they ask what our cultural dancing is like. heidi and i look at each other in amusement and explain that most young people in america don’t know the traditional dances of their ancestors. but we decided to entertain them with a demonstration of the waltz to give them an idea :)

a few days pass, and heidi and i head to the same compound with the same people. we read the same scripture and sing the same song. but now we have prayers for another little girl, a cousin to baby melissa. we lift her up in prayer, and when they ask for the name, they say “heidi.” :)

baby melissa and baby heidi will grow up as cousins and hopefully friends. and though it’s unlikely they will have a relationship with their father, we pray that they will grow up to be strong little ladies who know their heavenly Father. 

so happy the Lord changed our plans today. what a special blessing to share with our community.

I'm Into Something Good

i’m teaching preschool again!  

unlike most preschools, this new “model preschool” has the advantage of their own building, with walls to put up letters and visuals aids for teaching, and each child has a chair. 

boda is a teacher from uganda, sent here to help start this preschool that will hopefully add on more grade levels. though the original plan was to have fewer children in each class, boda was left to manage 2 combined classes when the other teacher left. she now teaches more than 50 children in this small room. and let me say this lady was born for teaching preschoolers. she’s confident, energetic and loving, and seems to have a song up her sleeves at all times. 

being drawn to boda and her preschool, i wondered how i could support her and began to pray for the Lord’s direction. of course, i would love to spend time in a preschool again, but was this where God was leading me? turns out, my desires seemed to be in tune with the Lord’s, but he knew the big picture and had a much bigger purpose in mind.

so i began teaching a lesson once a week in boda’s class. as the children would break for lunch, boda and i engaged in good conversation, getting to know each other better. she began to vent about the struggles of being here in south sudan. many things are not what she thought they would be, she is lonely and misses her family, and often wonders why she is here. hmm... sounds familiar! i can totally relate. 

i had prayed about opportunities to share God’s love with boda and weave the gospel into our conversations. and it seemed like a great time to encourage her in truth. we later prayed together, and she sent me off with a big thank you, telling me how thankful she was to have me there. 

so the next week, same story. she shared more and more, though this time i was surprised when she told me she was a muslim. and i begin to see the Lord, indeed, had this thing rigged.

it’s interesting that boda and i have so many things in common. we’re both preschool teachers, who left our family to come to a place that is needy, unfamiliar, and just hard. we both get frustrated and lonely and wonder why we’re here. but, boda doesn’t share my same hope in Christ. could the Lord have a purpose in bringing two unsuspecting preschool teachers together in south sudan? i believe so.

God is so faithful. so often i’m stepping forward wondering if this is really the right way, asking God to direct me but worried i’ll miss it completely. it’s neat to see some pieces of the puzzle revealed every now and then. 

Something Beautiful

something beautiful is our theme for the next teacher training coming up in july. we’ll build our lessons and devotions all around this topic and read a book appropriately titled “something beautiful.” the story is about a girl who is looking for something beautiful in her community and begins to see beauty through the eyes of those around her.   

would you consider helping us by purchasing a book for a teacher? 

primary schools have little to no books available for them, and we would love to give our teacher participants the book we are using in our training. 

you can visit my wish list to give a book to a teacher.

also, if you would like to contribute to other expenses for our training (food, room and board, teaching materials, give-away materials) you can give to the south sudan education fund.

many thanks!

Some Nights

last week, bethany and i stayed with our friends, ngulu and linda. we spent 5 nights with them and their extended family, sharing a small part of their life and learning more about moru culture.

it’s a large compound with lots of children, teenagers, women, grandmothers. never a dull moment and always a chance to practice language and learn new words. 

everyone rose early each day to start their morning routine. the school-aged children helped in sweeping before walking to school. the women fetched water and began cooking. bethany and i were usually the last to wake up at 6:45. we’d shuffle to the fire, just in time for the morning song and prayer. 

after prayers, vida, one of the grandmothers, would bring out her bowl of supplies and begin making a very strong pot of espresso-like coffee, spiced with ginger and a very generous portion of sugar. we laughed to watch her serve a glass to someone, then take one for herself, serve another, then refill for herself... drinking 4 or 5 in one sitting. bethany became vida’s barista student and helped in roasting the coffee beans one morning. 

i loved hanging out with these kiddos. too young to walk to school, they stuck together during the day, eating mangoes, running around, being mischievous, posing for pictures, and making anything into a toy. after one all-day rain, i walked outside to find them making these animals out of mud! such creativity :)

we’d spend the days sitting and chatting with the women, shelling groundnuts, watching them make baskets, finishing our own sewing projects, digging in the garden, singing songs, asking lots of questions, and learning lots of language. 

each night, we’d gather outside, the men and older boys at one fire, the women and children at another. we sat together, cracking open more groundnuts, teaching the children songs, talking and telling stories. i told the story of the three bears (though i changed the characters to hippos). the kids loved it and asked me to retell it the next night. it was my first story to tell all in moru!!! bethany also told the story of cinderella, and the older women especially liked it. anyone who was working hard, they would give the name of cinderella. 

we had such a great time with our moru family. they really love us well, and i’m thankful for some nights to deepen relationships with my friends and community.

Stormy Weather

i love stormy weather. the grey clouds creeping in, taking over. the sudden fall in temperature. rain spilling from the sky. gusts of wind shaking trees with a power that is mesmerizing.

the rainy season has made a less than subtle arrival in mundri. 

our first big storm caught us all by surprise, blowing sheets of rain sideways through our open air windows. we scrambled around the team house, pulling cushions off chairs, trying to save books and computers from ruin. finally, we all huddled under an umbrella and waited for an end to the fury.

afterward, we find this large tree had collapsed on the interns’ house!

the next storm came while jennifer and i were visiting our friend, mary. we watched the clouds roll in, debating whether we should jump on our bikes now and try to beat the rain. mary insisted we stay, so we sat, anxiously anticipating what was coming. 

not even ten minutes later, the storm we had feared was definitely coming at us, and it was a big one. the wind came in a sand storm, blowing dirt and debris wherever it pleased, turning over chairs and sending water jugs tumbling. we grabbed all that we needed to and ran inside. 

by the way, mary’s house was getting a new grass roof, so when we did take shelter, we all crammed into her other storage/guest hut. five of us in a room piled with boxes and food, clothing gathered on the bed, all of her belongings. unfortunately, the roof was rather leaky and water was pouring in under the door. many of mary’s things were wet, and i managed to get soaked. one of the only times i’ve actually had chills in south sudan!

after the wind and rains taper off, we come out and survey the damage. mary’s compound is one big puddle. chairs are broken and dishes washed in mud. as jennifer and i help tidy up, we begin to see children with handfuls and even buckets of mangoes. 

turns out the storm was not all too bad, as i imagine hundreds of mangoes were raining down on mundri that day. mary enjoys a couple herself, offers a dry shirt for me to change, and sends us home with a bag full of mangoes :)

Living Water

thank you so much for your prayers for teacher training!  

primary school teachers from all over mundri attended their 3rd and final phase of training with us.  i was so excited to see their faces again!  they were eager to learn, participate, and offer feedback, and our interactions just seemed more comfortable.  

we focused the week on a theme of water, a subject that seemed more than appropriate when considering our moru community.  we taught on Christ as our Living Water, that we are "like trees planted along a stream, bearing fruit..."  heidi gave a health lesson about the importance of water for our physical bodies.  john even shared an engineer's perspective with us and lectured on boreholes and how they work.  they soaked it up!  we read through a story of the water cycle that took us around the world.  and they marveled at pictures of snow capped mountains and frozen rivers in switzerland.  

the teachers worked together in groups, sharing ideas, creating lesson plans, and dramas (always my favorite).

i was thankful for the relationships we have established through these trainings and the tangible reminders of the work God is doing here.  jennifer, bethany, and i walked away feeling encouraged. and we're hopeful for how God will use these teachers in their community.

continue to pray for these teachers and the weighty task of being an educator in south sudan.  pray for perseverance and for the Spirit to be working through them, setting them apart for His glory.

  

Sunrise

6:30. barely awake, song books in hand, we shuffle down a narrow path leading to the river. the water is low, so we settle ourselves in the middle of some dry, exposed rocks. and together, as the sun rises, we celebrate Easter morning, singing hymns and reading the story of resurrection.  

after sharing a breakfast of hot cross buns and boiled Easter eggs, we all scatter to our different churches. bethany, jennifer, and i arrive at okari to find everyone singing, shaking gourds, and beating drums in procession around the church. we join in, and i greet my friend mary, "Yesu efoto!" Jesus has risen! we read a passage from colossians 3, reminding us that "since you have been raised with Christ, set your heart on things above, not on earthly things." a good truth to hear today.

Happy Easter from Mundri!