I have started to say some goodbyes--the Christiansens left a week ago to go for a 6-week support-raising trip in the States; Carissa, our Canadian volunteer completed her three months here shortly after the Christiansens' departure; Katie left for Illinois this morning. Seeing these people leave--combined with the stress of the last few weeks and the approaching holidays--has made me antsy to be home in some ways. I've started processing, debriefing myself, preparing for the transition home. However, I've also started freaking out a little bit. Hearing about Katie's goodbyes to the kids last night made me tear up; I can't imagine what my goodbyes will be like!
I, along witht he other leaving volunteers, have started to realize taht it will probably be very difficult to effectively communicate what exactly my time at Lily has been like. I'm sure people have lots of different perceptions of my time, perhaps one being that I'm surrounded by precious children all the time, just loving on them. I need to try to abolish myths. My life is like this at times, and even in some of the teaching and working situations, I'm just struck out of the blue by the cuteness of the kids. So, yes, there are some really cute kids here. Yes, I often do get to laugh, read, tickle, and play with them. However, there are also some disrespectful, rude, rebellious, and demanding children that I have to deal with on a day-to-day basis. Even the especially cute kids have their bad days and some of the cutest kids are the worst behaved! Another thing, my job and work at Lily is not glamorous. We do so much more than just "love on" kids. An orphanage as big as Lily (113 children is big) has a lot of behind-the-scenes work that we volunteers do--food distribution, office work, driving to school, distributing medication, preparing lessons, etc. Most mornings I have minimal contact with children because they're at school and I'm doing things that can't be done as easily as when they're home. We stay busy. We look forward to our days off.
When we do have contact with the kids, we do so much more with them than just playing and hugging them (although that's definitely involved). We do homework club, chest physio, reading, card making, hospital tripss. I am exausted by dinner time and ready for a break from the kids who constantly tap on our windows or our door (although this, too, is often cute).
I really want all of you to have a clear picture that my life in South Africa has not been glamorous. If I could pick one word to describe my time here, it would be "stretching." I'm busy, giving and giving to kids who rarely say thank you, who often disobey, or who are often disrespectful. I'm away from my family for the longest-ever amount of time. I'm in a long-distance relationship. I am living and fellowshipping with a bunch of people whom I had never met five months ago. As I come home, please keep this in mind when you ask me how my trip was. I think it will be easy for me to gloss over the strain of this experience once I'm home and reflecting back on it.
Now that that's clear, I can try to tell you the wonderful parts of my trip. Even though the kids have been crazy and often bad, I love them to pieces! I've been telling people that I'm thankful for their support as I've shared God's love with some precious children. I have been doing this, but sharing God's love looks like many different things throughout my week, sometimes in word and often in deed.
Sharing God's love sometimes looks like:
- Telling the gospel to a new girl at Lily who had never heard about Jesus before.
- Letting children read to me for points and gently helping them with the words they don't know (sometimes this actually is me reading a few words with the child repeating after me).
- Comfroting a 4-year-old as she throws up during chest physio.
- Letting kids play with my hair and trying not to screech when they pull too hard.
- Teaching a Sunday School lesson to a classroom full of kids who won't be quiet.
- Giving tough love by punishing a child who disobeyed the rules at homework club.
- Constantly telling little girls to wear their shirts correctly.
- Giving a "plaster" (band-aid) to every bleeding child and not giving a plaster to every child who asks for one (why is a plaster a trophy? I will never understand.).
- Racing with giggling Grade 1 girls across the yard.
- Setting up for a birthday party.
- Singing "head, shoulders, knees, and toes" with a little girl who doesn't speak English.
I think sharing God's love is different than just "loving on" kids. When I imagine loving on kids, I think of the tickling, laughing, playing kid of love (this does happen often at Lily, especially with my precious nursery munchkins! I love them!), but it's not all we do! God's love is bigger than that because His love covers all areas of life. When I serve these kids, I try to remember that it doesn't matter if they're rude to me or if they say thank you because I am serving God. Jesus says that whatever we do for the least of these, we do for Him. My desire to come here, my stamina to make it through the hard times, the grace and love I am able to give to the kids and my fellow workers are all because of Jesus. He has equipped me for this task far beyond my ability; thus, I am serving for Him. I am here out of a response to His work in my life. Thus, in everything that I do at Lily, when I keep Christ at the center, I am showing God's love.
There have been many precious times. My heart will ache to leave behind some of these kids. I just love loving them so much! As God leads me back to Tampa, through, I put them in His hands, I trust that He will provide love for them through other means since I have just been a vessel fo His love to them.
There are still so many thoughts flowing, so much I still want to share with you about what my time has been like, what it's meant to me, the ways I've been growing over the past few months, but I haven't even processed all of this for myself yet. Please be praying that God would preserve my memories and help me to find the right words to communicate my experience. Also, pray that I would have the courage to point people to the cross if they praise me or what I have done here or ask me why I came. It's only because of Jesus that I'm here, that I'm who I am, that I do what I do. I don't have the strength in myself--He has provided. I've been serving cute little African HIV orphans not because it's my social duty, I'm an especially good person, or I felt guilty; I love because He first loved me. He calls, He equips, He sustains.
I leave Durban at noon (5 am EST) on Friday and arrive home in Tampa at 10:42 am on Saturday. So soon. Please pray that I'll sleep some on the plane. I usually have trouble with that. Also, patience would be great. The 18 hour leg of my travel is definitely trying!