Mozambique has been an interesting month so far. I love the ministry and the boys and the volleyball games and the movie nights, but it isn’t home. Maybe it’s because it’s the holidays and I’m 10,000 miles away but I really do miss America these days.
Some days I’m perfectly content with waking up at 5a to run the 1kilometer obstacle course, heading to the garden at 6a to help weed and water, expecting to eat breakfast between 7&9 depending if the milk truck has come yet, doing some sort of chore around the house, possibly a volleyball game before lunch which could be between 12:20&3:30, finding relief from the 95degree sun and the 80% humidity from 2-5, volleyball around 5:30 dinner between 6:30&8:30, movie night including popcorn, heading to bed by 9 and doing it all over again.
Chris helping pick weeds in Francisco's garden
volleyball game during the Game Day tournaments
showing Lucas how to properly reconstruct his tshirt that was ripped to shreds,
apparently he got in a fight with the tree and the tree won
But sometimes I just want to sit in air-conditioning and drink some cold sweet tea with ice cubes, walk to the faucet and know 100% that clean, most likely cold, water will come out. Have a job and get a paycheck, make my own money and stop begging people for support, have a place to call home for once in 5 years, finding a husband and starting our life together. Is that too much to ask for?!
A double life has been on my mine lately because I daydream about the American life that I want/wanted, yet now I can’t imagine doing anything else than be here and loving these boys. I daydream about how I could do this, run a sweet orphanage and teach life skills to kids. I think about how I can’t imagine going back to America and how awful it sounds to be working in the American system when my heart will clearly be somewhere else.
Anyway, just processing how crazy my life has turned out to be. I never dreamt I’d be a missionary in Mozambique, eating rice and beans everyday for lunch and dinner, sleeping with a mosquito net, taking malaria medication, sleeping on top of buses in front of a hotel/club/bar, seeing a 3 year old walk home with a live chicken over it’s arm, riding in a Shoppa with a goat, living with chickens, roosters, chicks, cats, dogs, lizards, snakes and frogs, don’t forget the goats, all under one household.
I know how the pieces of my life led me here, but I never thought this would be my life and now I can’t ever imagine trying to be ‘normal’ again. I’m in trouble. Send some prayers my way, nothing will ever be ‘normal’ for me again…at least I hope not…
ps. Lace, theme song these days: ‘And Run’ by He Is We, you’ll have to play it really loud and repeat it 5 times in the morning. Better yet, take your laptop in the bathroom while you’re getting ready 🙂 I’ll be like I’m there! Love you sis
