thus far. togo has me waking up with the sun, speaking bits of broken french, embracing white rice, fending off large insects, inhaling freshly picked pineapple and mango, and reconsidering my aspirations of broadway stardom to study anthropology and move to a third world country. the color and culture and landscape are rich. the people are richer.
i'm grateful and overwhelmed and saddened and hopeful.
i sleep in a room. with a tile floor and a bed and a lamp and my mom and 2 sisters and air-conditioning. for which i'm equally thankful and disappointed. disappointed because i'm not living like a local. thankful because i'm not living like a local. so, mostly thankful.
my white, loud, american family of 7 has been gracefully adopted by the existing community of missionaries. they're willing to instruct and explain and direct, and we're eager to learn.
tonight marks the end of day 2 in togo. the acclamation is over. and tomorrow we're off. the coming weeks are full of surgeries, blind schools, vbs's, sports camps, water filter installations, village visits, and market trips.
the need is overwhelming, but so is the sovereignty of our Creator.
A picture of truly what is important in life.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, Lydia. Thanks. After living in India for 4 months I swore I would never eat white rice again (it was the primary food at every meal including breakfast there). I hope you have more variety, but you will survive either way. I love your last line. So true. Merry Christmas, if you can't post before then!
ReplyDeleteWe love you Lydia!
ReplyDeletePraying for all that God has in store for your family. Trusting God to use you in unique ways as you serve and as He calls you to further involvement with the people He loves.
ReplyDeleteLoved the posting, Lydia.
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Hey Lydia, great writings and pics! And hey, as Mike has demonstrated, you can go abroad and still come back to the stage!
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