Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Love, thankfulness, and dying. (almost)


I am not a natural blogger. When stuff happens, whether it be good, great, or terrible, I say “Oh, that was _______” and then move on. So I guess this is a blog to cover some things I should have been blogging about in the last 2 months.

The last couple months I have been pondering on what it really means to LOVE. Love is such a nice word. But to really do it takes some work on our part. Reading and meditating on the Word, for one. Learning how to be completely and wholly selfless. Learning to listen. Learning to do what makes you uncomfortable for the sake of others. It’s not about simply tolerating. It’s about choosing to love and treat people as Jesus DID. Jesus was once alive on the earth, walking as a human. Same needs, same weaknesses, same problems. The difference was Love. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 ‘Love endures long and is patient and kind; love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtily. It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly. Love (God’s love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong]. It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail. Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening]. Love never fails.’ I don’t think any more of my words on this are needed. I am grateful for the Word.
Since Gitega International Academy started in September, I have been leading worship at the chapel there on Sunday mornings. I can honestly tell you that I still sweat as much as I do during my Insanity workout. Afterwards I walk outside and wipe whatever makeup is left on the sleeve of my shirt, put my hair in a ponytail, and thank God for the gifts He has given me.

Thanksgiving in Burundi! I was blessed to be able to spend Thanksgiving in Gitega with my boys, and some new friends. There is apparently a chef hidden somewhere inside Zack, which was an awesome surprise. Turkeys are hard to find and terribly expensive here, so chicken was the next best options. The Menu: Honey-cinnamon roasted chicken, curried beef, potato salad, magic sweet potatoes (JD), sauced-up cauliflower, green beans, guacamole and chips, and delicious bread. It was seriously good. And it was home, which was wonderful. God has blessed me richly with friends and family here.

 Thanksgiving dinner

Fun at the waterfalls. Or the 'Big Chutes'

And NOW I get to tell you about the time I almost died. This is a fun one.  It was Sunday November 25, I was in Gitega, and had just been picked up by our trusty driver Celeste, who is an impeccable driver. Firstly, let me tell you about the vehicle. It is not quite lime green, almost like a pistachio color, and it is old. It tends to overheat often, so seeing it smoke is not usually a sign of immediate trouble. So I was picked up in the truck, as were 4 of the Homes of Hope mamas that had just gone to the market. We are driving along the cobblestone road that sounds romantic, but is actually just bumpy. Driving along, when suddenly the car starts smoking. I watch Celeste shut off the engine and roll down the hill in neutral, coming to a steady stop. The mamas in the back seat were freaking out, panicking, and trying to get out of the car as quick as possible. I, on the other hand, am calmly telling them its fine, don’t worry, it is just overheating, ‘sawa sawa’, NBD. So they all very smartly scramble out of the car to the opposite side of the road, as I begin to sense that something else is happening here, because seriously, EVERYONE is looking at me like I am crazy for calmly staying the in the car. So I finally decide to get out of the car, just as a few random Burundians start throwing dirt in the engine. I think to myself “Well, that doesn’t look right..” I get far away just in the time to see the electrical fire being put out that was directly in front of my passenger seat. I don’t know much about cars, but I DO know that an electrical fire is probably not the best thing to be sitting in a car for.  Ha. Thankful we are all still alive!

Last thing- I AM LEAVING ON AN AIRPLANE TOMORROW!!!!!!!! WHAT??????

And I get to meet this perfect girl on Friday! I love her.

See all you US of A-ers in a few days!