Meet Maggie

Maggie is a senior at HOPAC.  She joined last year, but her parents live three hours away.  Since HOPAC is not a boarding school, she found a girls’ hostel to live in.  We found out this year through the grapevine that this was a really negative situation for her.

So we prayed and thought and decided to convert our garage into a bedroom, and invite her to live with us.  She moved in, about a month ago.  She is awesome.  She is kind and helpful and loves our kids.  She is very, very smart–scoring perfect SAT scores in math and physics, and wants to attend MIT to study aerospace engineering.  Yeah, I help her with her homework all the time.  Ha.

Grace says, “Mommy, I REALLY want my little sister to come home [Yeah, me too, Sweetie!] but I also wanted a big sister and now I have one!”  Blessings all around for all of us.

I Just Like to Smile. Smiling’s My Favorite.

This was Christmas 1998.

It’s a long story.  Don’t ask.

Anyway. 

Our Youth Group decided on an “Elf” Christmas party this year.  As in, the movie.  So you could come dressed up as anything from the movie, such as The World’s Best Cup of Coffee or the Arctic Puffin.  But considering the history of elves in my family, I decided that we had to go as elves. 

Let’s just say I love tailors in Tanzania.  But I do wonder exactly what went through his mind when I asked him to make these costumes. 

(And I do understand that I owe my husband big for making him dress up as an elf.)

Representing Us

For the past ten years, this quilt has been on our bed.  Our wonderful friend Suzanne made it for us as a wedding present, and if you read our story, you know that Suzanne had a pretty big part.  I love that quilt.  It reprsented us.  She had let me pick out the fabric, and it combined our two favorite colors. 

But it has been 10 years.  So it’s been falling apart.  And after mending it a half dozen times, I finally decided we needed a new bed cover.  So when we were in the States, I looked.  And looked.  And looked.  And I found nothing good enough…nothing special enough. 

I’m glad I waited. 

When we were in Zanzibar for our anniversary, we came upon this amazing shop.  We had seen it before on previous trips, and I have always, always loved the work of these talented women.  But it was Gil who suggested this time, “I wonder if they make bed covers?”

And they said Yes, we could special order it.  And they could bring it to us in Dar es Salaam.  I immediately knew that this would be The One.

All the quilting is 100% hand stitched.  Incredible?  Oh yeah.  (And $140.  Yep.  Had to add that in there.)

I mended Suzanne’s quilt one last time and put it away for sleepovers and special occasions.  And now we have a new quilt for the second decade of our marriage. 

Continuing in Hope: Stella’s Story

Remember how I told you that Stella went to Massana hospital two weeks ago? 

Well, she’s still there.  And it looks like she won’t leave until that baby is born.

At first, the doctor wanted her to stay a few days to recover after the suturing surgery.  Then, apparently she came down with malaria so she stayed a few more days after that. 

A couple days ago I talked to William about this.  “What is the doctor saying?”  He told me that the doctor says that she could go home, or that she could stay.  It was up to her, as long as they could afford it.

I told him that the money wasn’t a problem.  It costs about $10 a day to keep Stella at the hospital.  But I was still wondering if that’s really what they wanted to do.  It seems like torture to me.  No friends.  No television.  Nothing to do but lay in bed, all day long.  Of course, she would be on bedrest at home, but at least she would have people to talk to, and a husband to come home to her (who has been biking to see her every day).

Yes, he told me.  She wants to stay in the hospital.  She is afraid to go home.

Oh.

Of course she is afraid.  Wouldn’t you be?  The woman has had one miscarriage and three consecutive viable births at 7 or 8 months that have resulted in a dead baby. 

I have had a hard time imagining how such a young woman has dealt with such unspeakable pain.  In many ways, she seems incredibly strong for all of her 23 years.  And her faith is unshakable. 

But she is afraid.  It just takes them too long to get to the hospital from their house, William told me.  And if something goes wrong in the middle of the night, they might not even find a taxi to take her. 

She’s in her fifth month.  So that means she will be in the hospital for about 4 months.  That’s a long time.  But worth it, if she finally gets to hold her baby in her arms.

Dr. Carolyn told me the other day that she recently assisted in a birth at that hospital, and she was marveling at the wonder of it.  She said the nurses told her, “Next time you can help Stella deliver!”  As she told me this, we both got tears in our eyes.

Let’s pray that day comes. 

And until then, I’m going to try to find Stella some yarn and a crochet hook.  🙂

Mama Dar

Last night, I was at this event:

A book launch.  For a book called “Mama Dar:  Tales of Family Life in Tanzania.”  A Collection of 34 essays, short stories, and poems by 27 authors from around the world.

I got the privilege of being one of those 27 authors.  I got published!  It’s just a short story about Josiah’s adoption, adapted from this blog, actually.  My good friend Dyan recommended me to the editors a couple months ago, and my story got in right before publication.  Pretty exciting!

It’s a very professionally done book, and all the proceeds are going to a battered women’s shelter in Tanzania.  If you would like a copy, send me an email or a comment and I can try to get one to you.  The cost is $20 which will also include shipping on my end.  I’m guessing that mostly this will appeal to those of my readers who have previously been mothers in Dar es Salaam!  But it will strike a cord with anyone who has raised children overseas, or is interested in Africa or Third Culture kids.

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