I haven't taken a bath, or a shower,
since we moved here.
Good now that I have your attention I
can assure you my hygiene is up to scratch just not how I thought it
would be when I was growing up with multiple hot showers a day freely
available.
I decided to make this blog more like a
“picture diary”. As a disclaimer, I'd say this blog is much more
geared toward my American/British/(and most parts of Lusaka). I often
get messages and encouraging notes from people and some of the most
often asked questions by those more curious followers of our ministry
are “What's it like living there?”, “Is it that different in
day to day life- how exactly?” Not an easy question to answer. In
some ways not really, in other ways- entirely.
Some people also dislike the fact that
I complain (which I wish I didn't, and I'm working on it) or talk
about things that irritate me or I find difficult because “I chose
the missions life”. You're right. I did chose the missions life,
and I love it and I could never in good conscience go back to the
life I lived before I gave up many of my worldly comforts for Christ.
That is true BUT that doesn't change the fact that I am a human being
and I struggle. I didn't grow up here, and life is just plain harder. Not only do I get questions
from people in the US but also Zambians. Some of them do not
understand why washing clothes by hand is so tiring and foreign to
me. Some of them have lived without a hot shower just fine and don't
understand why I crave it. Sometimes people don't understand why not
having a single countertop in the kitchen makes me want to tear my
hair out and scream (You hear me, 'western world' ladies. I know you
do. Try. Try one day to prepare your meal without using a single
countertop. You'll punch a wall too.) “I even had one Zambian teen
here ask me- “You dont work? What on earth do you DO all day?” Oh
my dear girl- read on.
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I just wrote an entire blog post- pages and pages long- describing the house and the issues with it and
my frustrations. I even took photos of all those issues to include and really get my point across. I then got convicted. I am sinning. I don't want to be a
complaining missionary. I read a lot of missionary blogs- being one myself they interest me. I always hate the "complainy" ones. I usually don't even finish reading them. I don't want to be that 'woe is me' person. I don't need people to "know the struggle" so that they sympathize or send notes, comments or even money. That's not why I'm here- and I am abundantly
blessed.
I will save that blog post I wrote and whenever I am tempted
to complain in the new house, whenever we get there, I'll read it.
I'll fight sin. I'll beat it.
*the end* (I'll post about what's going on with life and church soon. Not today. Today I need to pray.)
