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| Early 2015 Family Photo |
It is hard to believe
that, in a few short weeks, 2015 will be only a memory and a new year will be
upon us. Often, it is this time of year where
people pause and reflect back over the past 350+ days. As I stop and think about 2015, I realize
that there is not one word that can describe it as it has been a whirlwind year
full of emotions and adventures, locally and afar.
Here are just a few highlights and photos that made my 2015 a year to remember!
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| Love my Prov TESOL girls!! |
2015 began with the winter semester (January-April) back of
Providence University College. 2014 fall
semester had passed and the initial ‘fear’ of making new friends and
re-learning how to write essays had passed.
I now knew what I was doing and had a goal set in mind. The semester was not without its struggles
though. My
second practicum required 20
hours of in class teaching, which meant constant lesson planning on top
of the
daily assignments and university life. Along with that, I knew I would
have to "put together" an international practicum as well for the near
future in order to complete my TESOL B.A. February, less than a month
into second semester, I realized God already had put a motion into play
through one simply phone call. Ironically enough, I was sitting in the
library at Prov working on a group project and waiting for class to start, when my phone buzzed. After a whirlwind conversation, I realized I
was offered a short term teaching position at Grace Academy in Zambia starting as early as May 1.
The stunned looked on my face must have said more than I realized as my
classmates asked what had just happened and if I was okay. Words
escaped me as I fumbled along, trying to explain the conversation that
just took place. In my heart, I instantly knew what my answer would be
(yes!) but I also knew that I would especially need God's wisdom,
strength and guidance for the new 'battle' that was yet to come.
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| Always an adventure with this group! |
Now, along with being a full time student and planning for Africa, I
continued to commute home every Wednesday to be a part of local youth
ministry. In fall 2014, I was given the
task of welcoming a brand new group of grade 9 girls to senior youth, through
becoming their youth leader. When youth
started up again in 2015, my role didn’t change. Although there were challenges that came with
being a student living on campus and really only being around for Wednesday evenings
and on weekends, I found myself quickly being drawn to this group. Though the sheer size of the group (15:1 at
the time) was intimidating (and overwhelming) at points, I knew the passion God
had placed within me for this specific group.
I recall earlier this year, during a small group discussion after a
weekly youth bible study, looking at the faces before me and feeling an
incredible power within the room. Despite
things going on, I knew that God had incredible plans for
each and every one of the lives before me and I was honoured that He was
allowing me a small part in His journey with them. However, I was not
anticipating having to 'leave' them at all and so, when I was offered to
go back to Africa for 3 months, it is their faces that came to my
mind. I knew that leaving family/friends, fundraising and finishing up
the semester assignments and exams would be the 'easy' part; but having
to 'step back' for the final 6 weeks of youth, was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I also knew I'd be missing many
coffee opportunities and an opportunity to serve alongside a youth team
in Mexico this past summer as well. It was through this that I
realized I would be getting a very quick lesson/reminder in trusting God
and 'handing' them over to Him' in a whole different way.
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| TESOL 2015 Certificate Grads! |
The end of April came quicker than it ever
had before. Exams passed (some better than others) and I soon found
myself at the TESOL certificate ceremony. What a crazy school year it
was, but I was so thankful for my incredible profs who had shared their
knowledge, stories and wisdom with us students. God also gave me some
pretty amazing friends through TESOL, with shared hearts and passions
for missions and for language.
From the time college ended to the time I found myself on a jet plane heading for Zambia, was less than two weeks.
Those
14 days were quickly filled between last minute packing (both for my
trip and my stuff in my apartment), family/friend time, and last minute
coffee's/walks with youth. I flew out early morning on April 30 from
Winnipeg, after a short night and very emotional evening the night
prior. My mom and my aunt saw me off at the airport and as I sat on my
first flight over to Toronto, I could finally allow the realization of
what was happening, to sink it. What a wonderful feeling it was! I was
on my way back to Africa! Back to a place that changed my life.
Although I didn't know the struggle that laid ahead, I was soaking in
the fact that I would be gone long enough to actually be able to
establish deeper/more meaningful relationships with the kids there, that
I couldn't do during my 2 week visits, twice prior.
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| Zambia at last! |
36 hours, 2 major connections, one 'touch down', 7
movies, and one too many airplane food meals later hours later; my feet
finally hit the soil of 'MY Africa' on May 1 and, before I knew it, I
was about to enter through the gates of Seeds of Hope.
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I waited 3 years to get a hand photo with
this particular hand!! |
Words cannot describe the emotion running through my
body. Although there was still a 'unknown' about exactly what I would be
doing (outside of teaching English), I was beyond stoked to simply be
back. Upon throwing my stuff inside the house, I ventured out to find
'my kids', eagerly anticipating the looks on their faces when they saw
me. One word comes to mind...PRICELESS. One by one, as the kids
realized I was 'back', the expressions on their faces got bigger and
brighter. For the first time in over 2.5 years, and many countries in
between, my heart finally felt at 'home'.
May-July
FLEW by. Too much happened to include on this particular blog (check
earlier posts from my time in Zambia) but God was definitely present in
everything. From teaching English, to building upon previously
established friendships and making new friends along the way, God's
fingerprints were ever so evident along the way. I quickly came to
adore/love my 10 grade 10's in my English class and I eventually came to
even like the grade 5 class I helped in. Through the death of a month
old 'dump baby' and the rescue/take in of a 15 month old baby boy; I
came to understand the writer of Ecclesiastes when he talked about there
being a 'time to mourn' and a time to 'rejoice' (read about this
journey
HERE).
I learned what it meant to be in constant prayer, when I felt utterly
helpless to help those back at home. I realized that prayer truly is
the only thing you can do, regardless of if your there in person or not,
in any situation. I was able pour into the lives before me and, in
turn, God used them to speak incredible truth back into me. He used
their lives, to renew and restore mine. He used their love and joy, to
heal hurts within me that I did not even know I was holding onto. He
used them, to help make me a better person.
Once again, God also put the right Musungo's (Bemba for 'white people') in my life.
Although
we were complete strangers at first, from day one Alexa was a HUGE
blessing. She helped to keep me sane and I quickly realized that God
had given each of us, a very similar heart and passion for the kids at
Grace. Very quickly, she became a sister to me. Thank you Alexa, for
your friendship and the continual encouragement. Prior to this trip, I
truly thought that my time with Africa had come to an 'end' and I had
spent a good chunk of 2014,
learning struggling to
accept that fact. I thought I had to 'let it go' but this trip further
confirmed the special part Zambia (especially the people) will ALWAYS
have in my life and heart.
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Upon coming home, many hours were spent
walking around this park, catching up on life!! |
Due to visa issues, I had to leave 2 weeks
earlier than planned. As hard as this was for me to accept, I knew God
had a reason for it. July 27 came all to quickly and with it, hundreds
of good-byes. As I stepped onto that little plane that would take me
away from Ndola and a place called Grace, a whole different wave of
emotions hit me. Already my heart felt incomplete and lost. I was
leaving my 'home' but more importantly, I was leaving my family behind.
It hurt. It hurt so very much that words cannot explain.
On the
flip side of that hurt, was incredible joy within my heart for the
anticipation of reconnecting with those God placed in my life in Canada.
I was stoked to see 'my girls' once again and I found a renewed fire
within me, for them. I knew the lessons God taught me through the Grace
kids and I could only hope and pray that their love, would shine
through me as 'year two' with my same group was about to begin. 3
months was a long time. When I left for Africa, they were still in
grade 9 but I knew that, by the time I would get home, they would be a
few short weeks away from entering grade 10. The adventure with them,
has not stopped.
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I've learned I don't have to travel far to
find international community! |
Along with simply having to adjust to life back in
Canada, I also knew I would have to find a job pretty quick. I did not
even know where to begin but I knew God brought me back for a reason
when he did and I just had to trust Him on that. This past month marked
4 months at my job, a job that I now know God brought me specifically
home early for. Ironically enough, the day I was originally scheduled
to leave Africa, was the day I got the phone call offering me the job.
Had I not come home when I did, I would have completely missed this
opportunity. Once again, God proved his faithfulness and His Goodness.
I can still say that I LOVE my job and the people with whom I work
with/for. Monday mornings no longer bother me (like they did at my job
previously) and I don't mind waking up each morning knowing the job I am
off too (unlike my last job which I did not like and it was a struggle
to motivate myself to go too). God is GOOD!
September (and Youth kickoff) came and went and it felt so good to be
back with my girls again. I loved having the chance to see them
multiple times in the week, something that I did not have the year
earlier simply being in school. It is hard to believe that, at the time
of writing, we are on Christmas break as it feels as though we just
started this youth year. Already, it has been an on-going adventure. I
now have a co-leader who I know God has placed very specifically
alongside me and the girls and she continues to be a huge blessing.
Already this youth year, our yearly camp Arnes youth retreat weekend has
passed, along with two specific small group evenings, many bible
studies,
fun evenings and service nights. The 'battles' remain and there are
some that are harder to
'fight' than others, but through it God truly is God and I am excited
for the journey He continues to take them on. In Africa, it was easy to
see living miracles before me each and everyday and I questioned why I
never saw them that clearly here at home in Altona...needless to say, I
no longer question it. I see miracles everyday, every-time I spend time
with one of the girls God has placed before me. Yes, their stories are
all different than those I heard in Africa, but the power is just as
present. The witness to WHO God is, just as powerful and I am so
thankful that my eyes have been opened to this in a brand new way. God
continues to be a God who redeems and restores no matter the situation.
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| Youth 2015 KICKOFF! |
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| Camp Arnes Youth retreat 2015 |
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| Highlights from the weekend |
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| Yep we are awesome like this! |
The
season of Fall, also brought about a set of family challenges that no
one saw coming. Through a change of events, we got word that my uncle
had a rare disease called
Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease
(click link for more detail on it). Basically this disease was/is a
death sentence as there is no cure and no treatment for it and once you
contract it, you have about a year to live maximum. It is so rare that
only 1 in a million people have it which means that out of 35 million
people in Canada, there are only 35 Canadians who have it. In
hindsight, we now realize the symptoms my uncle had earlier this year
(when we 'passed it off' as 'depression'), was early signs of what was
really going on. By the time it was officially diagnosed, we did not
realize that my uncle was on his last 2.5 months of life. To give you
some perspective of how quickly things went down, I got home from Africa
at the end of July and my uncle was still up and walking/talking on his
own. He died Nov. 5 and we buried him November 12/2015. Despite the
fact we knew, short of a miracle, he would die, his death still hit the
family extremely hard. I recall a conversation I had with my aunt (his
wife) as I walked with her home from the hospital one evening. We were
talking at the frailness of life and in her questioning of what was
happening/going to happen, she made a statement/ asked a question that I
continue to wrestle with to this day.
"Here I am, fighting for my
spouses life and yet young people are so quick to 'give up' theirs. How
do I make sense of this all?" November 12, I stood before a full
congregation of people who showed up in support of my aunt, my cousins
and my family as a whole. A church FULL of people who had been touched
in one way, shape or form, by the life of one man...Uncle Jerry, you are
so very loved. You are incredibly missed. Save a spot for me in
Heaven.
Christmas 2015 has now passed and as I wrap up
this blog, all I can do is give God the glory for pulling me through
another year. It was a crazy year of many adventures, emotions,
'letting go', friendships, heartaches and intense healing and
forgiveness. If 2015 taught me anything, it is this. God is Good. No
matter the situation. God is Good. His LOVE truly endures forever.
I was most definitely NOT in
the mood to live in a 2 story high ‘mission house’ with over ¾ of the entire
squad. We had all but 2 teams living
under the same roof. For 30+ people
(guys and girls alike), there was a total of 4 showers and, if you woke up early
enough, there was a slight chance you would potentially get a warmish
shower. Oh and lets not forget the mass amount of cooking and food prep that took place that month.For each supper, it was up to one specific team to figure out the supper menu, then shop for the food and prepare it. Never had I ever cooked for that amount of people before!
