I'm a Big Kid Now

I knew when I graduated from college that there was the possibility I could be mistaken for a student, but I thought with time that would change. Apparently, it takes more time than I originally thought, but I'll let you be the judge. Let's take a look at the following situations, all of which happened after, not during, my first year teaching.

Situation #1:

Sitting in a prayer meeting, a man shares about this "boy" helping him in his missions work. When asked how old this "boy" was, he said, "He's 23, just a baby." I was 23 at the time. My conclusion, I'm still considered a baby.

Situation #2:

At the start of last school year, a new staff member asks me what grade I'm in. Of course, I assumed that I had misunderstood and that she had asked me what I teach. So, I responded with, "I teach special education." Well, I quickly realized that she had asked me what grade I was in when she apologized for thinking I was a student. My conclusion, I look like I'm in high school.

Situation #3:

After school one day, I see a parent walking by. I greet them and get a funny look in return. That's a little odd because I had met this parent before, but I kept going. He takes 2 steps, and his daughter tells him who I am. He then turns around and apologizes, saying that he thought I was one of the kids. My conclusion, I look like a high school student. (I will have to say that I was dressed for softball practice, which may make a little bit of a difference.)

Situation#4:

This summer helping move my grandma, one of my cousin's sons asked my mom if I was in high school or college? Even my own family doesn't know how old I am. My conclusion, I will forever be the baby.

Situation #5:

While visiting some friends (one of them a former student), I am introduced to his new principal as his former teacher. Of course, my student's mother is with me, and the principal, assuming I'm a student, reaches out his hand to her. She quickly explains that she is his mother and that I am the teacher. He responds that he thought I was one of the students. My conclusion, I look like a student.

Situation #6:

While visiting those same friends, a teenager asks me how old I am. When I tell her I'm 24, she says, "Oh, I thought you were 16." Do I really look that young? My conclusion, I look like I'm 16.

Situation #7:

Buying valve oil in a music store, the cashier asks me if I'm in high school or college. When I tell him that I am a teacher, he says that he had been leaning more towards college. Now, I know that there aren't too many people that continue to play instruments after they graduate, but I had specifically dressed more professionally that day. My conclusion, no matter what I wear, I still look like a student.

So, as you can see, I must still look like a kid. Other people have told me that someday I will appreciate this fact. I'm a patient person; I can wait.

Honestly, I enjoy being a kid. I can laugh at myself and play games. I get to watch animated movies and color (okay, maybe not so much, but I could if I wanted to). And, someday when I look like an adult (and I'm sure it will happen), I will maintain my right to be a kid. In fact, Jesus even says in the Bible that "unless you change and become like a little child, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." I'm forever a child of the King.

Is it True?

The last few weeks have been very full. With the end of the semester rapidly approaching and two major holidays, I feel like I've been going non-stop. However, in the midst of all the craziness, there is some fun.

First thing, the day before Thanksgiving, I looked out my classroom window and saw this:

Mowing may not seem like an odd thing to you, but if you take a close look, you may notice that the area he is mowing is lacking something, like green grass. While there was still a little bit of grass there, it was mainly sand. Talk about an unpleasant job. I am so thankful for our maintenance men!

Second thing, Thanksgiving, while cooking dinner with some friends, I go into another room to check on something. When I come back, I see a little child reaching for something on the stove. Not wanting the child to be injured, I ran to stop him from pulling the pot of boiling water on his head. In the process, though, some of the water splashed on my foot, and I had a pretty bad burn. But, it's all worth it because the child was okay. (I totally made this story up.)

The truth is....in draining some potatoes to make mashed potatoes, one of the potatoes missed the strainer and fell on my toe, causing a pretty bad burn. Burning your toe saving a child or burning your toe by dropping a hot potato on it? Now I ask you, which story would you tell?

My Apartment

Well, this has been a long time in coming, but I know that many people are curious about where I live. I do not live out in the bush. I live in the city. I don't live in a hut. I live in a nice apartment building. So, here are some photos of the apartment I share with another teacher.

Enjoy your tour!

This is the entry hallway of our apartment. To the left is the kitchen. Straight ahead is the dining/living room.

We take our shoes off as we enter and leave them by the door. This keeps from tracking in lots of sand. Honestly though, it gets in anyway.

This is one side of the kitchen. Sorry the dishwasher isn't in the picture, but I was taking the picture. Also, the 2 buckets you see at the end of the cabinets are the water filter.

The stove, refrigerator, and microwave. I'm very thankful for all three. We cook on a gas stove, which was a little scary at first to light. Thankfully, we now have lighter. I am also thankful for a refrigerator to keep food cold and a microwave (unless the power is off) to warm it up again.

This is our dining table and chairs. Not the most comfortable or sturdy chairs, but they work for us.



And when dinner is finished, we can turn around, and we are in the living room. We hang out here a lot and do some work, too. There is a ceiling fan right above the coffee table so it's a comfortable place to be, especially on the cool tile floor.

This hallway comes off of the entry hallway and leads to our 2 bedrooms and the bathroom. The bedroom straight ahead belongs to my roommate. The door on the right is my bedroom and the door on the left is the bathroom.

This is what you see when you enter my bedroom (when it's clean). I have a bedspread but haven't put it on my bed, yet. It's still a little warm for that.

This is a different view of my room. I am very thankful for my own space. Last year, I was so blown away by all that the school provides for their staff's housing. They do an excellent job.


And last, but certainly not least, the bathroom. I am so thankful for a toilet and a shower.

The people in charge of housing at the school do an excellent job. They really try to make the apartments feel like home for us. It was such a huge blessing to get here last year and see all that God provided.

Carpentry 101

Our school went on a staff retreat several weeks ago to a nice hotel and just hung out for the weekend. It was great to get to spend some time with people away from school. You can learn so many things about other people and yourself.

Before I explain my discoveries, let me set up the situation. I was working calmly on a puzzle with other people in the lobby area of the hotel. We were using two small tables because one table wasn't big enough. There also weren't enough seats, so I used another table to sit on. This table just had a post in the middle (not 4 legs) so it was a little wobbly. I have pretty good balance, though.

Situation set up, let's move along to the story. As I was doing my part in fitting pieces together, I began to fall backwards. There wasn't much I could do to catch myself, so I just went with it (something I learned from my granddad). My fellow puzzle workers thought it was extremely funny because I remained so calm.

This is not, however, the end of the story. After I got up, I realized that the table top had come off of its stand. Well, what do you do about that? There were two nails sticking out of the post, which should have held the table together (but didn't). So I got the bright idea to fix it. After all, how hard could that be?

Uh-oh, I broke the table. What do I do? I believe this photo accurately captures the moment of panic before the brainstorm.

So, I line up the nails with the holes in the top of the table and begin pounding on the top with my hands.

Let me pause for a second to say that none of my friends moved to help me with this task. They merely sat back, watched, and laughed. Some encouragement!

Anyway, the pounding with my hand wasn't working, so I had my next brilliant idea: sit on it. So, I sat on top of the table and tried to hammer the top back into the base. Idea #2 may have looked silly, but it worked. Finally, after all of this hard work, one of my friends decided to give me a hand (or a foot, rather), and used her shoe to give a few final whacks to make sure it was secure.

The human hammer puts the table back together.

So, I may have a future in table repairs, especially if the world runs out of hammers. I think I'll keep carpentry on the back burner just in case this teaching thing doesn't work out.

The table back in one piece. Triumph! This could be the front of my future business brochure. What do you think?

Spreading the Good News

Today I went to visit my Senegalese family, and I took some candy to share. I actually brought some Dum-Dums back from the states to give them right after I got back but decided to wait until after Ramadan to bring out the goodies.

So, after lunch, I started handing them out. There was one little boy in the room, so I gave him one first. Then I gave one to each of the adults in the room. I made sure that I saved some for the kids in the other room and thought I'd give them some later when they came out after napping.

Well, the little boy I gave the first sucker to went and grabbed one of the kids out of the other room and brought him to me so that he could get one, too. He went back again and grabbed another boy and brought him in. Then he went and got the little girl and brought her to me.

After all of the kids in the family had one, all of the kids left and went outside. I was beginning to see a pattern. That first little boy I gave a sucker to was going to bring every one of his friends to me to make sure they got a sucker, too. I could also see a problem in that I didn't have enough suckers for the whole neighborhood. Sure enough, he brought several of his friends back to the house. Now, none of them was brave enough to come all the way in to ask for a sucker, and I didn't extend the invitation because I knew I didn't have enough.

Here's what I saw. That first little boy received something that was really good, a sucker. He wasn't just happy to have his own sucker, though. He wanted all of his friends to have a sucker, too. So, he went out and brought them one at a time to me so that they could enjoy it with him.

I think this is how the spreading of the gospel takes place. And, I pray that it begins to happen here in Senegal. It just takes one person receiving the good news, seeing the gift they've been given, and going and sharing it with someone else. Fortunately, we can bring all of our friends to God and never have to worry about Him running out.
As followers of Jesus, we've been given such a great gift. I pray that I don't just sit and enjoy it by myself. The joy of salvation can be multiplied by sharing it with those around me.

This is a great life lesson from a little boy. No wonder Jesus said, "The kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Lord, make me like this child, running to bring my friends to You.

This is the boy who wanted to share with all of his friends. May he one day bring them to Jesus for something even better than a sucker.

Shaping Lives, Shining Lights

This year Dakar Academy is celebrating their 50th Anniversary. The theme for the year is "Shaping Lives, Shining Lights." It's an exciting theme when you think about what it really means.

The school's director has encouraged us with Acts 13:47, "For this is what the Lord has commanded us, 'I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.' " That is an awesome task, and I'm glad to be a part of it. But really, the call is for all believers everywhere.

I really think the theme is cyclical. Jesus comes in and shapes us. In the process, we begin to shine His light around us. That, in turn, enables us, by the grace of God, to help shape the lives of those around us. Keep the cycle going!

Because I'm a teacher, my year really seems to begin with the start of school. So, with the start of the new year, determine to shine for Jesus wherever you are at and see what God will do through you.

God has been teaching me to pray with expectancy. As I ask Him to shine in and through me, I expect things to happen. I know that He has big plans in store, and I just keep asking to be a part of it. The beauty is that I already know it's what I've been called to. Check out Acts 13:47 again. It's your calling, too! Join me in proclaiming the Good News wherever God has placed you!

Just Hanging Out

Pop has grown so much since I first came in August. It's been fun to watch him grow and change. He'll be walking in no time.

The past couple of weeks I've gotten to visit my Senegalese family with friends. It's been great to introduce some of my friends from school to my family and to Senegalese culture. I love watching people enjoy being here. Even with the language barrier, we can all laugh and have a good time.

Sharing a bowl of rice and fish, my favorite Senegalese meal. It is so good even though it looks really messy. Just looking at the picture I can almost taste those spices. I was so happy I got to share this with my friends.

Khadi, this is for you. Papa is so much bigger but not too big for "sac of ceeb." Wish you could see them.

Last week, one of my teammates from two summers ago was in Dakar. She and her husband were flying through on their way to their mission field in another part of West Africa. It was great to catch up with her and hear about what God has done in her life since that summer.

She was also a huge encouragement to me while she was here. It was good to reminisce about things that happened during the summer. Sometimes being here is hard, and I forget that there are other people praying for me and my Senegalese family. The going is slow in sharing with them, but she reminded me that we have hope in Someone greater and that the story I have to share is worth the time and effort. She got me excited again. It was great to have her here even though it was only for a few days.