Sunday, July 29, 2012

Leaving on a Jetplane


Happy Sunday!!!

July is almost over. I say this at the end of every month, but I cannot believe it. Obviously this month was different. Sometimes it felt like the month would never end and other times it felt like time was flying by so quickly that it was all a blur. Tomorrow I will leave Africa and start the journey back to America. I struggle to use the word “home” because I was recently reminded that home is not a location, but the presence of God. That presence is one that I have felt so strongly throughout this past month in Ghana. Between the landscape, the people, the kids, the love and laughter and all the little things that have happened it is undeniable that God is fully present here in Ghana. By no means do I think that I could ever live here (See friends…I told you I would be coming back.) but a visit or two will definitely have to be arranged. Physical home for me is America and I cannot wait to get back to the comfort that comes from being “home” but I know a piece of my heart will always live over the Atlantic Ocean in a little village called Asitey.

I cannot help but feel a twinge of guilt when I think about going home. It’s true. I have missed hot showers, American food, ice cubes, pest control, my pets, family time, all of my friend’s lives, and Columbus. Here’s the thing…I always knew I would go back to all of that. I told myself that I had to rough it for a month but then it would all be okay. I was so wrong. Nothing is okay. It is far from okay. The majority of the kids I have met this past month will never know the luxury of a hot shower, the love of family, or the satisfaction that comes from a favorite meal cooked by your parents. Many of them will grow up at Bright Futures Children’s Home, maybe get a job and then be expected to live on their own. The question I keep asking is why were they dealt these cards and not me? That’s where my trust in God has kicked into full gear. I have learned to trust that this happened for a reason. I was given what I have with the responsibility to share it with others. I was dealt the cards I was because God knew I could use the life I have to benefit others. These chilren are living where they are so that ignorant people like me can come and learn about life and the mysterious ways of God.

This past week has been nothing short of a rollercoaster of emotions. There was that feeling of impending good-byes that were soon to come. The kids slowly began to realize what we meant when we said that we would have to say good-bye on Saturday. It wasn’t going to be a “see you in a couple of days” like when we went to Cape Coast, Kakum National Park or the Wli Waterfalls. This was an “I will try to come back but it will be a very long time until I see you again” type of thing.  Regardless, this week was full of laughter and hugs. I began to connect with all of the kids on a deeper level than just knowing their name. 

Forgive is hilarious and gives the best running hugs. She wears denim every single day in one form or another. She will never cease to make you laugh even when she does break my heart by calling me “Mommy.” Michael is a brilliant kid with a huge smile and way too much energy. I usually found him jumping on my back when I least expected it. Godwin and Samuel were instigators. We usually ended up running around like crazy trying to catch each other. Samuel left me with a long list of all the things I need to bring him from America. Not surprised. Ivy loves dancing and singing. Her favorite song this past week was “boom-chick-a-boom.” Every time she would see me I would get a sneaky smile before she broke out into a quiet chorus. It ended with us laughing hysterically and dancing like idiots. Alpha finally learned that my name is Auntie Steph. (The title of Mom was proudly taken by Becky.) Delight constantly shows off her new talent of jumping rope. She is quiet but beautiful. She loves to sing and never stops once she gets going. Esther is the one coming up behind me with a big hug and a smile. Eunice spends most of our time together giggling about nothing at all. John has been taught how to “Bust a Rock” and we now do it everytime we see each other. He is my little buddy on the walks to school. Our talks have been among some of my favorite.

I love all of the kids and would do anything for them. I am happy that we were able to leave them with so many basic needs. Over the course of the month we provided the kids with mattresses, toys, books, sponges, food, hygiene products, medical supplies, cubbies for their things, shoes, clothing lines, and a bright new paint job at their house.

All of these things are great but they are just that, things. As we gave them more and more they just wanted more and more. Here comes another lesson learned…This month has showed me that the truth in the statement that Christ is the only thing that can fully satisfy our every need. With material things, it never seems ot be enough. You get one thing and keep wanting more. You find Christ and you always have enough. He is enough and He is all I need. It saddens me that some people have never been able to experience the satisfaction of being filled with the Holy Spirit and in want of nothing. Don’t get me wrong. Those toys and material things are improving the lives of those children more than we could ever know. It as so great to see their happiness at receiving things that can call their very own. I just learned something a little extra from those smiles that turned into requests for more.

Last night was the part where the emotions stormed in. Six of the eight of us left in Asitey had ot say our final good-byes to the kids. Not my definition of a fun night. Tears were openly flowing. How do you say good-bye to these precious children that we just spent a month living with and loving? I think I would’ve held it together a little better if I wouldn’t have picked up Annesty and seen the tears streaming down her face. I couldn’t let her go. Just earlier she had told met hat I was the best friend she ever had. Here I was, doing what so many people have done to her in the past, walking away. Guilt flooded in. Forgive just stood and tugged at my hand. She didn’t really understand what was going on but you could tell that she knew it wasn’t good. Earlier she had called me mommy and I was leaving her as well. Delight sobbed. Michael walks up to me, looks me straight in the eye and says “Thank you for helping me while Jenny has been gone.” Jenny was one of our volunteers that Michael was in love with. He struggled for days after she left last week so I always made sure that he was okay, but I had no idea that it meant that much to him. Cue more tears.

Bella was sick all day yesterday and I spent 2 hours with her fast asleep on my lap. She didn’t make it over that night to say good-bye. Luckily she was up and moving this morning and I was forced tos ay another tough good-bye before I left. I always said she was my girl and the other kids referred to me as Bella’s mommy when they didn’t know my actual name. After caring for her sicknesses and sneaking her gifts here and there I actually felt a lot like a mother at times. When she’s sick she doesn’t really have too many emotions but today I knew she was upset. I couldn’t cry anymore but I could tell her that I loved her and that I would miss her. She followed us to the road and didn’t say a word. I know I broke her heart. We broke all of their hearts. It’s up to God to put them back together.

Now it’s almost time to go back to America. I am so ready to be back. The trip is “over” but it’s the awkward time where we can’t just be at home. We still have to make that nasty journey in too many airplanes. I wish I could say that time is passing quickly but it isn’t. I will miss Ghana, but it’s time to come home. Thank you all for your support this past month. The e-mails, the comments, and the prayers mean more than you could ever know. May God continue to bless you. Love all of you! See ya in America!!!

Azunto,
Steph

Wish I could've put pictures on here. I was planning on it but the internet here is way too slow. Pictures will come after I get home! Also, dad, the title of this blog is for you. :)





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