Hey friends,
If you haven’t heard, I got pretty sick a few days ago – throwing up quite a bit which eventually led to an IV. I was a little nervous at first, because things are just done differently here and when you’re far from home and incoherent, your imagination can take off quickly. I am feeling much better and am grateful to just be sitting upright and not vomiting. I still feel lightheaded standing, so I am teaching my classes sitting down and getting rides from our awesome driver at the school. My students were so sweet while I was sick, offering their homes, beds, what little medicine they have, offering their time, and of course offered that classes could be cancelled for as long as it takes for me to feel better. Ha, nice try. Being sick in a foreign country far away from home was not a whole lot of fun, but I am eternally grateful for Sarah, (my roommate and another one of the English teachers) who so courageously found me in the classroom vomiting and shaking and far from beautiful…she held my hair while I threw up and cried when I cried and prayed for me as I was sick and vomiting over and over. She stayed by my side all through the night listening to my moaning and groaning, held my hand as I got an IV and whenever I did something as little as coughed, she asked me what she could do or get for me. As if we weren’t bonded before, we definitely are now. It doesn’t matter how old you are when you’re sick, you always seem to want your own bed and your mom, but Sarah was the next best thing. We’re still not sure as to what I got sick from, but there seems to be something going around the refugee camps – as I said in the last blog, October is the month of sickness. I hear many people are sick back home in the valley, I guess we’re all in good company. It’s hard to bounce back quickly here, due to not being able to drive to a convenience store and buy vitamins or medicine and whatever else I need to get back on track, so prayers for a speedy recovery are most appreciated. I want to give my all being here, but I know I need to be rested and well in order to love well.
No new chicken stories, plenty of bug and cockroach stories, but I’ll spare those of you who read this today. I am still covered in bug bites from head to toe...and have discovered it doesn’t matter where I sleep – inside or outside, I still get bit. It’s actually quite impressive how much these little suckers bite. Every morning Sarah and I wake up and find new ones. Sarah was smart and got all her shots – I on the other hand, did not. Our host sisters, who often times sleep with us have not gotten bit once. It’s the craziest thing. The heat is still here and making us feel sluggish, but we are hanging on to Jesus and knowing He’ll see us through. A team of ladies gets here next week from Appleton and we are all so excited to have them join us and bring goodies from home!
Jess and I have been going through some studies with Najla – which are just studies that compare and contrast the similarities between the Qu’ran and the Bible…it has been going really well. All three of us ended up in tears at the last study we had. I am wrestling with what I hear Islam is and is not and with what I know God is and what He is not. I want to see the people of the Sahara free – and in more ways than one.
I hope these next two months speed up and I hope they go by extra slow, as I want to get home and see all of you and celebrate Christmas, but I also want to stay and keep building these relationships and loving the Saharawi. God’s compassion is here – His grace and mercy fails us not.
Someone…anyone, please have a Starbucks for me!!!!!! Or a mocha blast from Baskin Robbins – those are the two cravings I have had so far!
Love wins,
Sarah
Prayer requests:
All those who are sick – here in the camps and back home in the Valley
Najla – that she would come to know Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior
The staff here at the English center – for them to be loved and to come to know our one true Love
Our host family, the students at the English center, & the whole Muslim population – they know part of God, but not all of Him, prayers that maybe God would speak to them through dreams or people or words and they would come to know Him as Messiah
All these bug bites!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
the month of the flies
The month October is known as the month of the flies here in the desert, and I can certainly attest to that. There are flies everywhere – the hum of their buzzing wings is a consistent background noise growing stronger with each day that furthers October. I told my English students that the flies will often fly right into my eyes. They said it’s because these flies have never seen blue eyes like mine and so they fly right in to check it out. I laughed – they’re gonna have to come up with a better excuse then that for me to like flies. Apart from the flies, there aren’t too many other bugs here except for these little white lizard looking bugs - which aren’t even worth freaking out over, because there’s nothing we can do about them anyway. I have only seen one cockroach (it was on me!!!) – probably because I refuse to go into the squatty potty at night after the stories I’ve heard of creatures that lurk in the dark. I have however, seen mice! I think they fly. I saw one go into the kitchen at the English center on one of my first days here and flipped just a little. Now the cook, Laharag, and the driver, Sidahmed, love to yell mouse in Hassanyia or ‘el cook a roch ah’ and throw things or sneak up behind me so I think it’s a bug or a mouse. For those of you waiting for a bug story – I’ve got one for ya. I called home last Wednesday right about the time Crave was about to start so I could say hi to everyone. Apparently I was standing on a very large and in charge ant hill and discovered this when ants started biting my toes, feet and legs. I screamed and my host mother and the neighbor ladies came running with flashlights and started brushing them off and moved me off the ant hill. They then shook out my malifa and long skirt and ant after ant after ant fell out – it was painful, to say the least. And this one is too good not to tell – Jess and I went to have tea with Najla, one of my students, and there was a chicken running around outside of her house/tent. I was sitting with my back to one of the openings in the tent and saw the chicken run by...and then Najla’s brothers run by. I continue to watch them as they throw the chicken up in the air and ‘accidently’ not catch it! The chicken spazzed and came flying, gobbling and running (or whatever it is that chickens do) into the opening of the tent where I was sitting – it came flying towards my face – I yelled and it froze in its tracks and turned around and went out. After telling the story a few times to my friends here, it has now escalated into ‘Sarah got attacked by a chicken’ at Najla’s. I could do without these encounters, but I suppose this is how memories are made. :)
For the last two or three mornings, I have woken up to little Selma – my 4 year old host sister who is in serious need of a no sugar diet – by my side, waiting for me to open my eyes. Every morning I wake up and read my Bible, Selma must have observed this because she giggled and handed me my Bible and came to lay on the cushion with me. I will then read out loud whatever scripture I am reading and tell her that her Abba is very fond of her. She understands nothing, but smiles at me all the same. God is present here and His rain is coming.
I teach two English classes Saturday through Wednesday (the weekend here is Thursday and Friday, and we are 6 hours ahead of WI time), one class is in the morning from 10 – 11:15 and one class is in the evening from 4:30 – 6. I have 4 students in the morning and 5 in the afternoon. My morning class is advanced and my evening class is in the first level of learning English. The evening class is challenging to teach – it seems to be the hottest part of the day here, I have to talk very s-l-o-w-l-y, and there is often miscommunication happening because of our language barrier. Prayers please! They are precious girls and I love teaching them – & hopefully, as the semester continues, their English will improve and increase and the pace and clarity of my voice will improve and increase as well. I would hope to just love them well. My students are taking it upon themselves to do henna on my hands and feet, teach me how to make tea…Saharawi style, and how to correctly wear a malifa (the head to toe covering women wear here). We’ve already had great conversations and are getting to know one another quickly. In fact, two of my students and I have made plans to discuss the common ground between the Qu’ran and the Bible. And another student, Sidahmed asked me to go through the book of Proverbs with him after I wrote a note to him and quoted a verse in it. Some other students ask how many times I pray a day, because they usually only pray 5 times a day in the Islam religion.
Doors are being opened all over the place! If you have any suggestions on Proverbs for me to read with Sidahmed or any thoughts or advice at all on the above mentioned situations, please send me a message on Facebook or e-mail me at sprewitt@newhopeconnect.org. My CUW e-mail is not accessible over here. I think the server is too much for it to load on the small connection here. Better to have a small connection, then none at all! I wasn’t expecting to be able to access the internet this much, so it is such a blessing to have that capability and to see all the encouragement and love you guys have been sending my way. I really appreciate it – from the bottom of my heart, or the heart of my bottom (as my friend likes to say)…THANK YOU! If I haven’t responded yet, I will ‘enshallah’ (God willing) soon. Your encouragement is a large part of what gets me through these hot desert days. Much love to all my dear brothers and sisters back home. Miss you guys!
Love wins,
Sarah
Prayer Requests:
-for all those who are sick here – October seems to be the month of sickness due in large part to the flies that are everywhere, landing on everything and everyone
-for our host families – it’s hard for us to know how to relate to them since our cultures are so different – to know what’s acceptable and what’s not, to know what’s offensive and what’s not and for the language barrier to broken down little by little
-for our students – to prayerfully come to know the full extent of what God has for them
- for the refugees throughout Africa – to feel, know, and believe they are loved and that their Heavenly Father is very fond of them
-for our team – to stay walking in the ways of our mighty God and that we would build one another up in encouragement
- for me – the changes that are happening in me through the Holy Spirit and by being here in the camps, for God to grow my heart to be more like His and to love Him and these people well
For the last two or three mornings, I have woken up to little Selma – my 4 year old host sister who is in serious need of a no sugar diet – by my side, waiting for me to open my eyes. Every morning I wake up and read my Bible, Selma must have observed this because she giggled and handed me my Bible and came to lay on the cushion with me. I will then read out loud whatever scripture I am reading and tell her that her Abba is very fond of her. She understands nothing, but smiles at me all the same. God is present here and His rain is coming.
I teach two English classes Saturday through Wednesday (the weekend here is Thursday and Friday, and we are 6 hours ahead of WI time), one class is in the morning from 10 – 11:15 and one class is in the evening from 4:30 – 6. I have 4 students in the morning and 5 in the afternoon. My morning class is advanced and my evening class is in the first level of learning English. The evening class is challenging to teach – it seems to be the hottest part of the day here, I have to talk very s-l-o-w-l-y, and there is often miscommunication happening because of our language barrier. Prayers please! They are precious girls and I love teaching them – & hopefully, as the semester continues, their English will improve and increase and the pace and clarity of my voice will improve and increase as well. I would hope to just love them well. My students are taking it upon themselves to do henna on my hands and feet, teach me how to make tea…Saharawi style, and how to correctly wear a malifa (the head to toe covering women wear here). We’ve already had great conversations and are getting to know one another quickly. In fact, two of my students and I have made plans to discuss the common ground between the Qu’ran and the Bible. And another student, Sidahmed asked me to go through the book of Proverbs with him after I wrote a note to him and quoted a verse in it. Some other students ask how many times I pray a day, because they usually only pray 5 times a day in the Islam religion.
Doors are being opened all over the place! If you have any suggestions on Proverbs for me to read with Sidahmed or any thoughts or advice at all on the above mentioned situations, please send me a message on Facebook or e-mail me at sprewitt@newhopeconnect.org. My CUW e-mail is not accessible over here. I think the server is too much for it to load on the small connection here. Better to have a small connection, then none at all! I wasn’t expecting to be able to access the internet this much, so it is such a blessing to have that capability and to see all the encouragement and love you guys have been sending my way. I really appreciate it – from the bottom of my heart, or the heart of my bottom (as my friend likes to say)…THANK YOU! If I haven’t responded yet, I will ‘enshallah’ (God willing) soon. Your encouragement is a large part of what gets me through these hot desert days. Much love to all my dear brothers and sisters back home. Miss you guys!
Love wins,
Sarah
Prayer Requests:
-for all those who are sick here – October seems to be the month of sickness due in large part to the flies that are everywhere, landing on everything and everyone
-for our host families – it’s hard for us to know how to relate to them since our cultures are so different – to know what’s acceptable and what’s not, to know what’s offensive and what’s not and for the language barrier to broken down little by little
-for our students – to prayerfully come to know the full extent of what God has for them
- for the refugees throughout Africa – to feel, know, and believe they are loved and that their Heavenly Father is very fond of them
-for our team – to stay walking in the ways of our mighty God and that we would build one another up in encouragement
- for me – the changes that are happening in me through the Holy Spirit and by being here in the camps, for God to grow my heart to be more like His and to love Him and these people well
Monday, September 28, 2009
marhuba
Salaama lay koom!
(hello in Hassanyia – a dialect of Arabic, the language that is spoken here in the Sahara)
I have been in Africa for only a few days, and have already been hit with a graceful smack of how big God’s heart truly is. His people are not only white. His people don’t only speak English. His people don’t only sleep in beds in nice houses filled with nice things. His people sleep in the dirt, cold and shaking, His people speak in every tongue, every language, His people are of every race, every color, every tribe, every village, every nation, and what does He ask us to do? To love one another as He has loved us. He requires us to go and walk humbly, act justly and love mercy.
The Saharawi peoples of Smara have made a huge impact on me as I have adjusted to life here in the refugee camps. This place seriously looks like it could be straight up out of the Bible, minus the occasiona satellite dish and solar panels. When I read the Old Testament, this place is what I had always envisioned Jerusalem and other places Biblical events take place in, to look like. Because of that, Sarah (another one of the English teachers – I know, a team of 4 teachers, and half the team has the same name) and I decided to read through the Old Testament during our time here. I always read a Proverb a day, according to the date and I also have been spending a lot of time in Psalms – specifically the Psalms of David. God calls David a man close to His own heart…which is so breathtaking – how could you not want to read the Psalms of David? My prayer though this trip is that my heart would be made more like my Abba’s heart. He is the One who loves perfectly. What an example we have to follow.
We had registration for the second day in a row today at Essalam English center today. Jess (one of the other English teachers, who has been coming for 2 semesters every year for the last 4 years) registered almost 30 in between the 2 classes that she is teaching! I, on the other hand, have only 5 students signed up. Which is just fine with me – more time to develop lasting relationships and more opportunitiess for door to be opened to talk about our Abba. If I could teach only one thing, I would hope to encourage that their Abba or ‘Allah’ is very fond of them and furiously longs for them to be in His kingdom. He love each one of us with a crazy, relentless, all powerful love. What a gift.
When Sarah and I walked home for lunch today, I was greeted by my littlest host sister, Sellama (2 ½) who smiled that cute smile and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek. Our host mother’s name is Embareeka and her other two daughter’s are age 19 and 21. Embareeka has many siblings and nephews who come to visit us and see the ‘foreigners’. In fact, Sarah and I have not been alone once yet…which is a little overwhelming but all the same, we feel loved. The food here is crazy. I think this may be my African fat camp! They eat breakfast…and tea every day around 8AM, lunch…and tea is anytime between 1 and 3 PM and dinner…and tea is anywhere from 11PM – 12:30 AM. Sarah and I have decided to keep track of how many cups of tea we have while here. With each tea, there are 3 rounds. Having tea here in the camps can take anywhere from 1 hour to 3 hours. Talking with the people here is a lot like playing mad Gab for me – I am always trying to guess what they are speaking. Just the other day, I met a guy who spoke a little Arabic, Hassanyia, Spanish and English – it was an interesting conversation to say the least.
I am talking with Omar right now – we just climbed up some sort of tower to watch the sun set…there is nothing like an African sunset…God is soooo creative. How can someone watch a sunset and not believe in our sovereign God? His hear t is so big for His people.
If you’ve read this far, thank you…and grace and peace to you,
Love wins,
Sarah
P.S. Omar asked me to teach him some new English words (he already has very good English), so I thought I should teach him some slang – he will now be using, bling bling, holla, up in here, and lawl in his vocabulary. A little harmless fun is going down ‘up in here’. :)
(hello in Hassanyia – a dialect of Arabic, the language that is spoken here in the Sahara)
I have been in Africa for only a few days, and have already been hit with a graceful smack of how big God’s heart truly is. His people are not only white. His people don’t only speak English. His people don’t only sleep in beds in nice houses filled with nice things. His people sleep in the dirt, cold and shaking, His people speak in every tongue, every language, His people are of every race, every color, every tribe, every village, every nation, and what does He ask us to do? To love one another as He has loved us. He requires us to go and walk humbly, act justly and love mercy.
The Saharawi peoples of Smara have made a huge impact on me as I have adjusted to life here in the refugee camps. This place seriously looks like it could be straight up out of the Bible, minus the occasiona satellite dish and solar panels. When I read the Old Testament, this place is what I had always envisioned Jerusalem and other places Biblical events take place in, to look like. Because of that, Sarah (another one of the English teachers – I know, a team of 4 teachers, and half the team has the same name) and I decided to read through the Old Testament during our time here. I always read a Proverb a day, according to the date and I also have been spending a lot of time in Psalms – specifically the Psalms of David. God calls David a man close to His own heart…which is so breathtaking – how could you not want to read the Psalms of David? My prayer though this trip is that my heart would be made more like my Abba’s heart. He is the One who loves perfectly. What an example we have to follow.
We had registration for the second day in a row today at Essalam English center today. Jess (one of the other English teachers, who has been coming for 2 semesters every year for the last 4 years) registered almost 30 in between the 2 classes that she is teaching! I, on the other hand, have only 5 students signed up. Which is just fine with me – more time to develop lasting relationships and more opportunitiess for door to be opened to talk about our Abba. If I could teach only one thing, I would hope to encourage that their Abba or ‘Allah’ is very fond of them and furiously longs for them to be in His kingdom. He love each one of us with a crazy, relentless, all powerful love. What a gift.
When Sarah and I walked home for lunch today, I was greeted by my littlest host sister, Sellama (2 ½) who smiled that cute smile and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek. Our host mother’s name is Embareeka and her other two daughter’s are age 19 and 21. Embareeka has many siblings and nephews who come to visit us and see the ‘foreigners’. In fact, Sarah and I have not been alone once yet…which is a little overwhelming but all the same, we feel loved. The food here is crazy. I think this may be my African fat camp! They eat breakfast…and tea every day around 8AM, lunch…and tea is anytime between 1 and 3 PM and dinner…and tea is anywhere from 11PM – 12:30 AM. Sarah and I have decided to keep track of how many cups of tea we have while here. With each tea, there are 3 rounds. Having tea here in the camps can take anywhere from 1 hour to 3 hours. Talking with the people here is a lot like playing mad Gab for me – I am always trying to guess what they are speaking. Just the other day, I met a guy who spoke a little Arabic, Hassanyia, Spanish and English – it was an interesting conversation to say the least.
I am talking with Omar right now – we just climbed up some sort of tower to watch the sun set…there is nothing like an African sunset…God is soooo creative. How can someone watch a sunset and not believe in our sovereign God? His hear t is so big for His people.
If you’ve read this far, thank you…and grace and peace to you,
Love wins,
Sarah
P.S. Omar asked me to teach him some new English words (he already has very good English), so I thought I should teach him some slang – he will now be using, bling bling, holla, up in here, and lawl in his vocabulary. A little harmless fun is going down ‘up in here’. :)
Sunday, August 2, 2009
greater things have yet to come
I just returned from a two week mission trip to Thailand yesterday. It was incredible and profound. I'm still trying to find words to describe the experiences I encountered. God is so tangible in the darkness there. He's the God of that city, the God of those people and as the song, 'God of This City' so beautifully declares - "greater things have yet to come, greater things are still to be done in this city." That song was written by the Christian band, Bluetree, in Bangkok, Thailand! How amazing is that...only God. A memory from the trip that comes to mind is when I was counseling teenage girls who had come from a background of sex trafficking. We read Bible verses about how we are God's beloved, His chosen people, and how we are God's princesses. I told them that God is especially fond of them, that He is always holding them, loving them and will never let go. The best is yet to come. Those girls are an inspiration - they have been through so much in their young lives, but are still smiling and beginning to learn what love reaally is like and learning how they should be treated. Through these young, beautiful princesses of the King, I know more, care more, am inspired more, and now must do more. The kingdom of God is always expanding.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
whatever it takes, bring it on
As the end of 2008 crept closer and closer last night, I was filled with the feelings of excitement and wonder of the year to come. I couldn't help but think as my friends and I danced the night away in a warm yet cozy, overstuffed, downtown apartment, where I was last year at this time. I couldn't wait for 2007 to be over. It was a year filled with changes - moving to California, moving back from California, a brother being deployed and extended in Iraq for almost all of 2007, a summer filled with death and the ugliest of grief, a challenging, new semester at Concordia greeted with a week in the hospital, the articulate balance of God, classes, leading a high school ministry, work, family, and a social life?! I thank God for never letting go of me that year, because I was barely holding on. 2008 started with a dating relationship and God breaking my heart for his children overseas. This led to many conversations, prayers, restless days, being filled with awe and wondering where the Holy Spirit was leading me. I continued my college education and prayed like a warrior. The changes began again, Jared, my dear brother being deployed to Afghanistan, the high school ministry growing so much I wanted to put it on pause, two more hard semesters in school, filled in between with winter and summer classes, an end to a dating relationship, a close friend of mine moving to Italy, another friend leaving for mission work in the Philippines, friends getting engaged, and me with a restless feeling full of passion and hunger. As I type, I know God's got my back, and I know His love is strong. Oh, the blessings He gives - pours out to me every day! I have been blessed, now I want to be a blessing to others. Bring it on 2009, whatever it takes, I'm loving God and loving others down to my toes, with every fiber in my being.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
it's a beautiful thing...
I went to a lovely Christmas Tea tonight in Waupaca with the ladies in my small group. I adore community and enjoy fellowship. I sat next to an aged, beautiful woman whose heart was wise, yet searching. We shared our stories and drank Christmas drinks and watched the snow delicately fall outside. The women at this church were so kind and giving. How fun it was to be a part of that special night. We all have a story to tell, and you never know what kind of impact your story can have on someone, or the kind of impact other's stories can have on you. I watched a beautiful story play out in Christ the Rock's 'Random Acts of Christmas' play this afternoon. I hear stories from the high schooler's I work with daily, and the friends that I do life together with. I hear stories about about a lost brother and stories of orphans and widows in third world countries and my heart hurts. I hear stories about people with no family, or no experience of love, stories of shame and repentance, stories of lost loved ones and broken relationships, stories of joy and stories of sadness. My heart aches with a compassion that rattles the very fiber of my being. God is leading me somewhere...and it's a beautiful thing.
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