Saying Yes

Once again, I apologize for the lack of postage. When life seems "normal", it's hard to remember to blog about it. But here is just a blurb of what has been on my mind as of late...

With less than 50 days left, my brain feels like scrambled eggs anytime I think about what comes next. I so badly want to know, to plan, to prepare. I have wishes and desires, big dreams and small ones, but I just want to be told which ones are coming next. However, God hasn't been doing that.

I'm learning what it means to follow. I thought I knew. I thought I knew how to say yes to God's call. But in fact I am an amateur. Sure I'm here, but He made this Act I very clear. Act II isn't even coming in scenes, but in single lines. I know I want to see the end of the show, to be a part of it, but He hasn't given me the rest of the plot, He's just asked me to act. So I'm learning what yes looks like. I'm learning how to accept the role before knowing the part. Like Abraham, I know God is calling me to something awesome, but He hasn't given it a name. It's simply "the place I will show you." 

Clarity hasn't come. Ideas have, but concrete answers are eluding me. So I'm just saying yes. Wherever He brings me, I'm saying yes. Instead of looking down the corridor and asking for all 5 doors to be swinging wide, I'm in the hallway, knowing that there are more doors, but waiting for the very first one to open. And hopefully I can learn to be content with that.

An Unusual Morning: Round 2

Today is Worker's Day, the equivalance of Labor Day in the US. So having the day "off", a few of us volunteers decided to switch up our normal routine and do some painting. We are in the process of getting new, more secure fences up around campus, but first they must all be painted. Twice. We have a lot to do. So Terp, Brittany, one of our office workers, and myself were all working together to make a little more ground on the task. These fences are called Devil's Forks...and rightfully so.

As Terp and I moved some panels to make room for our finished ones, The prong of the devils fork caught my shoe. Hearing the rip, my first thought was, "Oh shoot. My Converse!" 

Then I notice it had gone through my sock as well. It had hurt, and I saw a small spot of blood on my sock, however I thought I had just broken some skin. But to be sure, I took off the shoe, took of the sock, and I beheld a very gruesome sight. A cut, one inch long, and close to half as wide marked my foot with a puddle of blood to give it some color. I wasn't so concerned about my shoes anymore...

I walked very slowly back to my house, had Terp clean up some of the blood, and then decided after a little bit of debate that I would need stitches. So just before noon, we headed to Maseru Private, right around the corner. The staff was so great and light hearted. The doctor said, "Well, I am going now to get a saw. We will need to cut the foot. I will be right back." Hahah! I also got scolded for not wearing boots...woops. But after the sting of the antiseptic and the endless poking of the numbing needle, I watched them sew me back up! Terp and I also got to watch a little TV! Haven't done that in a while! 

And I can't help but show the picture before the stitches... Sorry if this grosses you out.

I'm home and quite fine. But shoots! What a week of new experiences it has been! From bowing emus, kudu chili, and my first time getting stitches. What can I say? This is Africa.