Monday, February 6, 2012

MK Experiences


I am not normal; I am a missionary’s kid. MKs, as they’re called, have their own “normal” and are redefining youth. I get asked a lot "What experience was the most exciting?" That's as hard to answer as "Where is home?" So, I'll just go for it. These all happened to me within the last four years. If you got questions, just ask, I got stories :)
If I hadn’t moved to Uganda as an MK, I’d never have…
been to Africa,
handed out stuffed animals to dying African children on Christmas Eve,
worried about the threat of a terrorist attack on my church on Sunday,
been the only white person in a room of starving children,
flown over an ocean,
been excited to get “American food” for Christmas or a birthday,
sung “Jesus Loves Me” in a language other than English, Spanish or French,
felt my “home” lies over an ocean,
had to turn down MULIPLE marriage proposals in one day,
ridden on a wooden boat built to hold 30 people with 45+ other people, chickens, goats and luggage during a thunderstorm,
had a friend that was a mother at 13 because of slavery and racism,
had to explain to a perfect stranger why I wasn’t married and a mother yet,
dealt daily in a currency other than American dollars,
had a deep conversation with a stranger (also an MK),
had Christmas in February or a birthday a month late because that’s when the presents arrived,
cooked on a gas stove (and tried to light an electric stove with a match),
used a generator when the power goes out every night,
had a monitor lizard attack our guard dogs,
used, reused, and rereused Ziploc bags or plastic forks,
used inverters to convert 220 to 110 power,
travelled all over America so that my daddy could preach at churches around the country,
had to choose one desired possession over another to take to have for the next three years due to luggage limits,
rode in an airplane more than 12 hours straight,
broken out from being allergic to and eating green mangos,
killed a snake not native to America,
killed a poisonous snake in my church “sanctuary” during worship,
gone without a microwave for more than two years,
rafted the Nile river,
spelled color and favorite with a U in it and crossed their sevens,
held a Bible in a language other than English,
gotten invited to board at a boarding school in another country,
depended on solar electricity to do school,
not really wanted anything for Christmas because I haven’t seen things I wanted,
worried that the mosquito that just bit me might have given me malaria,
had a milkman and veterinarian that makes house calls,
listened to a sermon in three different languages at a time,
done school on a dirt floor in a cement “hut",
called my suitcases “home” without thinking,
been on the opposite side of the world from both my parents at the same time,
learned first-hand how inflation works before reaching high school,
referred to their grade as “P6” or “S2” instead of “7th grade” or “sophomore”,
purposefully not worn a specific color in public because it may cause a riot during elections,
been almost tear-gassed,
unconsciously thought in a language my parents don’t speak,
been told to my face that I was not allowed to pray for a dying child by that child’s mother,
perfected the art of wearing a self-created mask while on display Sunday after Sunday morning,
spent the night at their best friend’s house and talked about the possibility they might die from a terrorist attack the next day because the US Embassy warned of such things,
played an ultimate Frisbee game with my youth group where people are shouting in three different languages,
or got up at 2 in the morning to watch the Superbowl, even though the commercials weren’t shown.
Yup, the life of an MK is diverse, but… I wouldn’t give it up for anything yet. :) 

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Trust...

Me: God, can I ask You a question?
God: Sure.
Me: Promise You won't get mad?
God: I promise.
Me: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today? 
God: ...What do you mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late.
God: Yes...
Me: My car took forever to start.
God: Okay.
Me: At lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait.
God: Huummm
Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
God: All right.
Me: And to top it all off, when I got home, I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?
God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that.
Me (humbled): OH...
GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.
Me: (ashamed)
God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn't want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.
Me (embarrassed):Okay...
God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me (softly): I see God...
God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I'm Sorry God.
God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in All things , the Good & the bad.
Me: I will trust You.
God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.
Me: I won't God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.
God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children...