Following the Call

This summer I'm following God's call on my life to missions and traveling halfway across the world to Bulawayo, Zimbabwe where I'll be interning with the Taguma family from May 15th to June 24th. For six weeks I'll be serving at Isaiah's Home of Love (an orphanage belonging to Our Neighbors ministry) as well as caring for the children of young mothers at the Precious Life program's drop-in center. I pray that I might serve and glorify the Lord, but also that this experience might better clarify the call to missions that He has placed on my life.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Picture Post

The Lions Club of Khumalo where Precious Life runs its program.

This is Patience and her son Sibu.

I'm determined to remember all of the girls' names by the time I leave, but unfortunately I'm blanking on her name right now and I can't spell her son's name.

Victoria (left) is working with me in the creche and her daughter Courtney is the oldest of the kids that we teach.  On that note, Courtney is the first person ever to call me "Teacher".  I've come to find how odd the name Lauren is everywhere except the States, so I get a lot of new titles, but this one is by far the most formal.
Gloria (right) isn't a student at Precious life.  She works as a leader amongst the girls and does things such as leading morning devotions, making sure that supplies are available, and coming up with new ideas for improvement.  Oh and if you can't tell from the picture, she loves fashion and advocates for heels, no matter the occasion.

This is a room at Isaiah's were the kids are fed their porridge in the morning and where the staff can relax during nap time.  I think morning meal time might be my favorite time of day there.  The kids all come stumbling in, still in pajamas, with big smiles and hungry bellies.

Craig going down for a nap.

Tadiwa in an odd moment of seriousness.

Tea time!  I have never in my life had people treat tea as such a crucial part of the day.  Literally, when the tea's ready around 10am, everything comes to a complete halt.  No matter what I'm doing, I'm immediately alerted by multiple people that it's time for tea.  Then, even after I've gone and had a cup, they check to make sure that I haven't forgotten to get some.  The tea isn't just tea either.  It's accompanied by three very thick slices of bread.  I can't handle that much food considering I eat breakfast not even 3 hours before, so I always skip it.  After three weeks I still get asked daily why I don't eat my bread.  I would highly recommend Zimbabwe to the French.

 I went for a walk in the park nearby and found this tree.  I think I've taken about as many pictures of trees as I have of the kids because they're absolutely amazing...and climbable.  No worries, I haven't scampered up one yet and become the crazy American.  I'm waiting until no one's around for that.  I would also like to say thank you mum for the camera, I take pictures now just because I'm so impressed by the image quality.

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