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How many of you moms can relate to conversations like this?

Mommy: Grace, let’s go get in the car.

Grace: Jimmy Gourd, I’m not Grace, I’m Junior [as in, the Asparagus]. And you are Jimmy Gourd.

Mommy: Oh, excuse me. Junior, let’s go get in the car.

Grace: Okay, Jimmy Gourd.

Mommy: Grace, do you want to color?

Grace: Mommy, You’re Daisy [our dog], remember? You can’t talk.

Mommy: Oh yeah. Woof, woof. Grace, do you want to color? Woof.

Grace: Daisy, I’m not Grace, I’m Daddy.

Mommy: Oh yeah. Woof. Daddy, do you want to color? Woof.

How Could You Take Your Kids There?


I don’t hear this question. Probably because my kids are…uh, Tanzanian.

Ironic, isn’t it? Why should it matter?

But my parents heard this question when my family went overseas, and other missionary friends hear it about their kids. Before we had kids, people would tell me, “I could never do what you do…but then, I have kids.”

How can missionaries take their kids to the ends of the earth where there isn’t indoor plumbing, there’s bats and spiders and giant cockroaches and strange diseases, where they will be ‘deprived’ of American culture, and the cannibals are restless at night?

Hmmm. Well, if you put it that way, it does sound pretty scary.

In all honesty, it possibly is more dangerous here than the States. We have a much greater probability of being robbed, getting into a car accident, catching a scary disease, and not receiving the same standard of medical care as we would in the States. Tanzania is a stable country but it is true that African countries have a tendency to break out in war—my family was evacuated from two countries when I was a kid. Before we came out here, we could find only one…one!…agency that would give us life insurance. And that’s with two agents checking every agency they could think of. That was a little unnerving.

So. Here are my thoughts on this issue.

I agree that there are many Christians who have sacrificed their children on the altar of work or ministry. But I also do think that it is possible for Christians to elevate their children to idol status. Did Scripture ever say, “Make all your decisions to benefit your children?” Does it ever say, or even imply, to make your children your highest priority in life? Hmmm…. If you think so, I would appreciate discussion.

But Scripture does say this: “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters–yes, even his own life–he cannot be my disciple.” Luke 14:26

Now of course, we know what Jesus is not saying here. He is obviously using hyperbole. But what he is saying is that nothing, nothing, not even your beloved family comes before obedience to Him.

Thus, may I venture to conclude that our children are not our highest priority as believers. Glorifying God through obedience is our highest priority, and therefore trusting Him with our children for whatever He asks us to do.

There is indeed a delicate balance here. Of course, I believe that children are a gift from God and that they need to know through our words, actions, and time that they are incredibly and indispensably valuable, and that there is very little that will ever be more important than them. And I can think of quite a few situations regarding our children that could cause us to return to the States (serious illness or emotional trauma, significant learning disabilities–to name a few). But I am not the ultimate protector of my children—God is. And if He desires us to live in Tanzania, then I entrust Him with the additional dangers.

That said, I also assure you that being an MK is one of the best things that can happen to a kid. Our kids are growing up with friends from all over the world and a deep appreciation for other cultures. They will have a first-hand understanding of poverty and therefore an appreciation for what they have. MK’s in general tend to be extremely creative, very adventurous, mature in conversation with adults, more knowledgeable about the world, and less shallow than many American kids. I love the fact that my kids are growing up in Africa—no matter what nationality they are!

And finally, “there is no safer place than the will of God.” Commonly said; very true.

What More Could I Ask For?

I am blessed, aren’t I?

It’s good for me to remind myself of what really is important in life.

Update from the last post:

The power is still off. And in talking to the power company yesterday, it doesn’t look incredibly hopeful that we will see it very soon. The transformer for our neighborhood seems to be un-fixable and the power company doesn’t have money to replace it. We are discussing options like buying a generator or moving out early [instead of March, which was our original plan, since renovations need to be done on the house]. We are in conversation with our landlord. The truth is that no matter how much we work on our attitude about this situation, if it’s going to be long-term, we have to do something about it. We can’t do our ministry this way, and we can’t function as a family when Gil can’t sleep at home! We’re not living a simple, slow-paced village life where we are able to get by without electricity. Our life and ministry depends on it–much like it would if we were living in the States. So we would appreciate your prayers, that God would show us the right course of action–while still granting us joy and perseverance as well!

She’s Three!

Daddy decided to make her a pinata for her birthday party. She was a little scared of it at first…”Put it away so it can’t see me!” but thankfully she was okay with it on the day of her party.

It’s a robot, people. Not a hangman.

She had six friends come for her very first kids’ party.

She had been practicing this moment–blowing out the candles on her birthday cake–for probably about six months.

Picture 1: Fun!

Picture 2: Ow!

Picture 3: Hey…..

And Ethan finally broke open the robot….

We also took Grace and her favorite friend McKayla out to lunch for her birthday. We went to ‘MerryBrowns’–a brand spanking new fast food place [a chain from Malaysia, of all places] that actually looks and feels like a real fast food restaurant. In the States I normally despise fast food, but I have to say that MerryBrowns is pretty exciting….especially the kids’ play ground!

Thanks, Bibi!

Thanks, Grandma!

Christmas in Pictures–Part 2

Christmas means…Flame Trees! Affectionately known as ‘Christmas Trees’ because they come into bloom around Christmas time.

Christmas means….pineapple season! Truckloads of them, piles of them for sale all over the city. This one cost about $1.25.

Christmas morning


This kid is literally obsessed with balls. We’ve considered putting him in 12 Step Program. Unfortunately his grandparents are feeding his addiction.

Stickers!

The maracas came in at a close second to the balls.


Christmas afternoon/evening. We had a great day with friends!



Grace pulling Ingrid and Josiah, thanks to Daddy’s ingenuity.

We had a great Christmas! Even though my stove ran out of gas a half hour before serving time, and I spent an hour driving around trying to find an open place to buy more [stove gas in sold in large canisters, like for a BBQ in the States], but didn’t find any, the only things we were lacking were the rice and half of the rolls. But we had plenty of food anyway. Gil had been sick all week but thankfully felt much better on Christmas Day! We had wonderful fellowship with friends.

Yesterday we wanted to go to the pool, but the hotel raised the prices for the holidays so much that we went next door to the beach instead. Much sandier, but much cheaper.

Grace said, “Look, we are snowmen!”

Oh, and since we always receive Christmas cards all through January….let the merriment continue!

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