Definitely worth watching if you were not at WACC that Christmas, and even if you were there, it's a good reminder of how great our God is!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thanks For Your Love & Prayers!
-Love, Team Malawi
(Verna, Char, Felicia, Lindsay, Lamar, Jan, Shelley, Marie,
Sherry, Joe B, Dee, Joe C, Janie, Linda, & Kari)
See more pictures from our trip to Malawi HERE
Now that we've had time to process...
Team Malawi has been home for over three weeks now. I think we've all had our ups and downs in readjusting back to life here. Personally, I had no idea there would be so much to process. I am still trying to figure out how I can hold on to what I learned in Malawi and implement it into my everyday, hectic life here. I still can't get over how long a day lasts in Lilongwe, Malawi, but how fast each day flies by in Whittier, California. I am so incredibly blessed to have a new family (the team) who shared the same experiences and is now going through a lot of the same things I am. I have such fond memories of each team member and love that we got to be on this journey together!
Dear ones,
Since we returned home, I have received several emails from team members. So much of what they write, I feel as well. Reading their words may help others, as it's helped me, understand our trip a little better.
We have been home almost a week and I am still sorting out what I saw and felt. Let me say first what a privilege it is to be a part of the Team Malawi 08 that WACC sent to a small African nation with gifts of love and friendship. This team represented the people of WACC well, but more importantly, they were Jesus with skin on to the people whose lives they touched. We went to Malawi with a purpose in mind, to get the clinic up and running. The clinic the people of WACC had built with their sacrifices and love. But God had other plans for our time there, for our team. Our team was an eclectic group ranging in age from 17 to 77 with a representative from every decade present. I can’t imagine a better team for the work at hand. We had lots of laughing in the woman’s dorm like a group of teenagers off on holiday. We had plenty of tears as well as we pondered why God wasn’t cooperating with our plan. I have no answers to why the container didn’t arrive in time for us to paint and carry out our plans, but God showed he is in charge; the container arrived on the campus of ABC and the clinic the day we arrived home from Malawi.
I can tell you what I know right now, we are so blessed to live in America, and there is no place like it. Lamar and I were talking yesterday about how lucky we feel to have been born in the USA. The poverty in Malawi is overwhelming, yet as I look at the pictures, I see people laughing as they walk along with a pot on their head or a stack of wood piled high over their back as they ride along on their bicycle... There are lots of images to process, seeing small children running after the bus and yelling money money, dollar dollar. Probably their only English words. It was depressing and such a feeling of helplessness came over us. Even if we had given every dollar we had it would not have solved anything. As in every culture there are the rich and the poor that will never change, but here in Malawi the poverty is everywhere... So much to think about, but the question I keep going back to now that I have seen the poverty first hand is what does God want me to do about it? I know the answer is not to throw away my TV and use a hole in the ground for a bathroom, but what can I do to help ease the suffering? The need is so great, where can my efforts make the most difference?
(taken from an email from Kari)
Greetings one and all.
It's officially been one week and I can honestly say, "I'm awake and on USA time!" Also, I want to say thank you all for your constant prayers, support and kind words on the blog. They kept me going halfway around the world. It's probably for the best that I had no cell phone on me in Africa or I would have been on it calling home a lot!
As for the mission; what a life changing experience! Almost immediately we were reminded of the Proverb 16:9 that says, "Man makes his plans but God order's his steps." All of the planning went right out the window and I was really taken back. The mission was changing and each day held so much that even writing a daily journal entry seemed to be a weeks worth of information. There was no way to keep up. I wanted the container. God says "No container." Man says "containers here at the port." God says, "No container." Marie says "OK God, if your eye is on the sparrow, then why can't you find a big red container in Africa?." God says, "Shut up." (not really) He says, "Be still and know that I am God. My ways are not your ways."... You see, everyday held highs and lows that were juxtaposed in such a way that I am still overwhelmed. The people. The sights. The sounds. The smells. All of it. So different from what I know. I mean, we went on a safari 72 hours after the container let down on Monday and I got to wake up to the sound of hippos playing outside of my tent! I'm on a sensory overload with this kinda stuff... Just today I sat with my dear friends and looked at 100s of pictures. l just can't explain what happened in Africa. I do hope that as the stories are shared and as the time goes on that God continues to reveal why He did (and didn't do) things, and that you will bear with me as I try to collide the 2 worlds together in this most humbling and life changing experience. (taken from an email from Marie)
I can tell you what I know right now, we are so blessed to live in America, and there is no place like it. Lamar and I were talking yesterday about how lucky we feel to have been born in the USA. The poverty in Malawi is overwhelming, yet as I look at the pictures, I see people laughing as they walk along with a pot on their head or a stack of wood piled high over their back as they ride along on their bicycle... There are lots of images to process, seeing small children running after the bus and yelling money money, dollar dollar. Probably their only English words. It was depressing and such a feeling of helplessness came over us. Even if we had given every dollar we had it would not have solved anything. As in every culture there are the rich and the poor that will never change, but here in Malawi the poverty is everywhere... So much to think about, but the question I keep going back to now that I have seen the poverty first hand is what does God want me to do about it? I know the answer is not to throw away my TV and use a hole in the ground for a bathroom, but what can I do to help ease the suffering? The need is so great, where can my efforts make the most difference?
(taken from an email from Kari)
Greetings one and all.
It's officially been one week and I can honestly say, "I'm awake and on USA time!" Also, I want to say thank you all for your constant prayers, support and kind words on the blog. They kept me going halfway around the world. It's probably for the best that I had no cell phone on me in Africa or I would have been on it calling home a lot!
As for the mission; what a life changing experience! Almost immediately we were reminded of the Proverb 16:9 that says, "Man makes his plans but God order's his steps." All of the planning went right out the window and I was really taken back. The mission was changing and each day held so much that even writing a daily journal entry seemed to be a weeks worth of information. There was no way to keep up. I wanted the container. God says "No container." Man says "containers here at the port." God says, "No container." Marie says "OK God, if your eye is on the sparrow, then why can't you find a big red container in Africa?." God says, "Shut up." (not really) He says, "Be still and know that I am God. My ways are not your ways."... You see, everyday held highs and lows that were juxtaposed in such a way that I am still overwhelmed. The people. The sights. The sounds. The smells. All of it. So different from what I know. I mean, we went on a safari 72 hours after the container let down on Monday and I got to wake up to the sound of hippos playing outside of my tent! I'm on a sensory overload with this kinda stuff... Just today I sat with my dear friends and looked at 100s of pictures. l just can't explain what happened in Africa. I do hope that as the stories are shared and as the time goes on that God continues to reveal why He did (and didn't do) things, and that you will bear with me as I try to collide the 2 worlds together in this most humbling and life changing experience. (taken from an email from Marie)
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