What if the whole world changed?

Garba Tulla main street

Its hot today when we pull into the Garba Tulla region. The security was tight here on this road that leads to Somalia, here where guns were being smuggled. Here where the rain didn’t fall for three years. Here where life has been hard. The people here are pastoralists, they herd their flocks over 40 km sometimes to find water and over these years of no rain more than half the cattle has died.

Imagine you are a muslim, a single mother in the midst of this.

When the water stops flowing.

When the rain stops falling.

What would you do with three starving daughters?

Sponsored child Khartoom and her mother

The whole of your life you have been told that Christians have horns and tails, but the people who come to your door that call themselves World Vision don’t seem to have horns (though they could be hiding their tails). You are not the first of your community to be approached, and you know that these people will make no demands of you, they put no conditions on the help they are offering. It isn’t long before you accept the assistance.

They come to visit your child once every 90 days. They are kind and gentle and when food is short they bring some, when medical attention is needed they help figure out a plan. When your daughter misses school they notice and help you figure out how to overcome whatever barrier there is.

The trek to the fish farm

And it isn’t just that. They tell you of other opportunities for your future. They mention a women’s collective that is forming. Together you sit with this group of strong and brave women and you dream of a future together. World Vision comes to some of these meetings and they mention the idea of a Tilapia farm. The fisheries department of government comes too and they agree to train you and oversee your operation while World Vision will support the build and supplies.

So much of the livestock have died these last years and there is a need to diversify assets, to find other food to eat.

Suddenly you find, that your children are well fed, that there is something in you that feels like hope and things start to change.

Child sponsorship might not change the whole world. But to you? It feels like it has.

Won’t you consider being a world changer?

Learn about the communities we are visiting here. We will visit Garba Tulla (a new project just a year into development) as well as Masharu (a village that is 12 years into its World Vision development cycle).

You can follow our Flickr photo stream here.

Or sponsor a child from Garba Tulla here!

We will do our best to update this blog frequently as well! See all World Vision related posts here.

Planks

It was in the airport that it really got to me.

The people next to me in their matching mission trip t-shirts. Those that would come to this land cloaked with a pity that serves to only disenfranchise people further. Those that would come with simple solutions for the worlds most complex problems, those exactly like me.

Suddenly and without warning my whole body cringed. I wondered,

“What do you think you are doing here?”

Mercifully the paleness of my skin illuminated the plank in my eye.

So Kenya? I just wanted to tell you something. I know there is nothing about you that needs rescuing by a doofus like me. I am here hoping that the brokenness in you and the brokenness in me can come together to do something that looks like kingdom work. That Jesus can weave us into something beautiful. I’m dreaming that my time with you might just loosen the white knuckle grip that I hold to the material. Perhaps in that I will someday be able to climb through that needle hole.

I’m imagining my conversation with Emily someday when she is 14 and full of teenage self-righteousness, questioning my integrity in the face of famines past I will be able to say I stood beside you.

But today? I am just here to listen to what you have to teach me.

 

And just a note? We started reading “When Helping Hurts” by Corbett and Fikkert. It is an extraordinary read. Not just for the traveling in the majority world but for EVERYONE. SO good.

Learn about the communities we are visiting here. We will visit Garba Tulla (a new project just a year into development) as well as Masharu (a village that is 12 years into its World Vision development cycle).

You can follow our Flickr photo stream here.

Or sponsor a child from Garba Tulla here!

We will do our best to update this blog frequently as well! See all World Vision related posts here.

 

Peanut Butter on Toast

Giving is complicated. I know.

You hear about the abuse of funds, the bureaucracy, the way that charity sometimes does more harm than good (more on that tomorrow).

Its complicated.

Except when it’s not.

Pat and Kara made a friend here. M was living in Northern Uganda when the LRA was running rampant and full of terror.

She was a child bride at 13 married to an abusive man.

She was a mom at 14 and soon after that she was left single as well.

Somewhere a long the way, M came to work at the eMi office part-time where the Aylards came to love her. M had a dream to open a shop to sell peanut butter.

First batch of peanut butter M made

M had taken the initiative to rent a shop space and was getting her peanuts that she roasted ground by someone else. Pat thought he could find a better design for a grinder so he found something online and commissioned a local shop to make the machine.

Picking up the grinder from a metal shop

Pat contacted Joel to see if our youth ministry would partner on this to help fundraise to buy it.

We played a short video for the kids at our Christmas banquet. The kids came through with twice the amount needed to buy the machine. So yesterday we headed to Ms house for tea and roasted peanuts.

The children ran down the street to greet us and were intrigued by the mzungu who had come to visit. M showed us traditional dances from her tribe and we watched music videos.

Dance party in Ms house

Dance party in Ms house

Joel played soccer with the boys while I took pictures of the children who kept running by the door longing for me to ‘take a snap’ of them (they loved to look at themselves on my camera).

After our visit we headed up to Ms shop to have a look and unload the grinder. She was thrilled.

Our trek to Ms shop

Giving doesn’t have to be complicated. It is about loving the people around you and using the assets you’ve been blessed with the compliment those of another. It is about coming together in partnership to reach goals. None of us can go it alone.

The shop!

Through Pat and Karas mentorship and research.

Through some awesome Canadian youth who will go without a trip to the movies.

Through Ms determination and courage, progress towards a dream was made.

Sometimes giving is as simple as peanut butter on toast.

 

Learn about the communities we are visiting here. We will visit Garba Tulla (a new project just a year into development) as well as Masharu (a village that is 12 years into its World Vision development cycle).

You can follow our Flickr photo stream here.

Or sponsor a child from Garba Tulla here!

We will do our best to update this blog frequently as well! See all World Vision related posts here.

Day one…

Enroute to Uganda. Unfortunately Air Canada was delayed thus making us miss our Montreal connection and throwing off THE WHOLE trip. We loose a day with the Aylards 😦 but gain a night on Air Canada in London. Sad turn of events but we will be sure to make the very best of it. Hour eight in Vancouver airport…the camera is cleaned, the software updated, I learned to use this feature on Flickr.

Preparations

“Thanks so much for breakfast mommy, that was so yummy”

I smirk, laugh a little. All I did today was throw some frozen blueberries in a bowl.

“Oh sorry. I don’t really know how to say that yet.”

He thinks I am laughing at him.

“Owen! No, I only laughed because it was so easy to make. That was the perfect thing to say. I’m sorry! Did I hurt your feelings?”

“No, its ok. I don’t mind if people laugh at me…”

And my heart breaks clean open in my chest.

It is just so easy to add to the broken parts of the world. To add onto heart aches.

This Christmas, we’ve been thinking a lot about how to build in this broken world. How to join in the great work of REDEEMING. Really believing that each and every moment is an opportunity to join in the act of building up, or to join in the activity of tearing down. A moment to heal or an opportunity to destroy. Jesus came to this place to restore…I want to join him in this…every opportunity I can. But no one knows better than I do that most moments I will not get it exactly right.

But that is ok.

We can only join in the work. We have never been called to do the whole of it.

It has been a strangle hold of meaning to prepare for our trip to Africa simultaneously as we prepare for Christmas and thinking about how to partner with the One who longs to use us for tiny acts of good. I have no illusions of grandeur when it comes to things like this. I can only, perhaps, find a friend far away who I can encourage in their work, find a way to help in tiny and small ways, to join in the bits of bringing redemption to the broken and the truth of it is that if I keep my heart right, I could do the very same thing here, in my own home.

But it is all messy this thing called life, the celebration of Christmas. It has never, ever been neat and tidy.

‘ – starting with Mary and Joseph. It doesn’t come with domestic tensions sorted, with worries filed neatly away, with sickness tamed, with grief healed, with pain relieved. But it does celebrate, not only a baby who came, but who grew to be the rescuer of humanity and the true model of what living looks like. He has come to our mess.
-Jeff Lucas (thanks Michelle!)

And how about you? Will you step into the mess this holiday too? Will you do everything you can to bring tiny bits of PEACE ON EARTH? In your home? Far away? Everywhere you can?

Our year is a little different and you can join us on our Kenyan adventure here:

Learn about the communities we are visiting here. We will visit Garba Tulla (a new project just a year into development) as well as Masharu (a village that is 12 years into its World Vision development cycle).

You can follow our Flickr photo stream here.

Or sponsor a child from Garba Tulla  here!

We will do our best to update this blog frequently as well! See all World Vision related posts here.

it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

At our house?


We are more than ready to cuddle in deep for Christmas holidays. One more day of busy and bluster and then? We are settling down…way down.

There is still a trip to get organized, gifts to buy, things to bake, but I am not getting obsessed with that this year. It will get done. Or it won’t. Either way, no one is going to die.

All I know is? Starting tomorrow at 4:45 operation relax begins…


And there is a good chance no one will see us again until 2012.

(OBSESSED with those little round submersible LED lights! I’ve put them everywhere!)

Just kidding…there is fun to be had that we won’t miss.

From our family to yours…we wish you the merriest of seasons!

Joining in the Christmas Tour of Homes because…lets be honest…that driveway of ours has chased everyone away, and our tree is something to behold! Click over for HUNDREDS of fun decorating ideas!

When Even Fear Bows in Worship

When the moon is full to almost overflowing, the sky so clear the whole of it bruised deep purple. When the snow in reflecting all that splendor, turns blue in reverence creating the illusion of evening. In this moment, even Fear drops onto her knees to worship the One who made it and suddenly Overwhelmed finds a new home, far from my heart.

This heart? Can be home to only one primary emotion and so filling it with gratitude, with praise, chases out so many of the others.

“Thankfulness is the death of self and the arousal of hope. Thankfulness turns our eyes away from fear, our ears away from evil report, our hands away from clutching. Thankfulness is the birth place of restoration with a Creator and a sold out, never turning back kind of commitment to a Saviour.Thankfulness generates kindness, kindness generates love and love generates revolution!” #bethechange

Thankful this week for:

651) Wildlife lessons on the morning commute

652) Artistry

653) The occasional pose…

654) Girls night out with some of my favorite ladies and their precious daughters…

655) The expression on Emily’s face during the Sugar Plum Fairies, how she sat still the entire time.

656) Lazy Saturdays, winter walks


657) Spying through his classroom door, watching him engage and work hard. Better still watching him march boldly onto stage for the Christmas concert. Life and this boy both full of surprises…

658) And as he comes off stage, his little sister shouts “We are so proud of you Owan”

659) And overhearing him say to her, “Oh Emily, you are prettier than pretty”

660) Fog rolling, sun streaming…

661) Ice sparkling in headlights.

662) A post of mine from last week being featured at Imperfect Prose on Monday. Mine being added makes the title so much more appropriate…Ms. Emily Wierenga can hardly be called imperfect with her brilliant writing style.

Advent

It was the whole point wasn’t it?

His coming? To restore, redeem, mend all that is so very broken in us; in this old world.

Christmas, if we cut everything else away isn’t it only about REDEMPTION?

I am wondering, what does it mean to join in this work? How do we settle into the plan He has for this family, the good He intends for our lives to bring to the world?

Last week I looked at my calendar, then promptly went to the corner where I huddled in the fetal position and wept. Introverts like me get overwhelmed by the very thought of too many people, too many expectations. I will tell you in advance, I am not going to meet them for you. Then, as I cuddled and cried I remembered that this, this busy? This burden? This is the opposite of what HE has for me this season as I wait for him.

This month? Is only about redemption.

If it doesn’t mend or heal or join His great work, I am turning it down. If it is more about busy than being a blessing? I am walking away.

For me, this month will be about weak relationships pulled back together to strong.

It will be about a tired husband inspired to rest.

It will be about a little family in the woods that needs stronger bonds, slower days.

It will be about memories, but not pressure.

I will bake when my kids want to bake with me,

and when I don’t feel like cleaning the kitchen for the 20th time? I will buy things, instead of thinking I am letting someone down by not making it from scratch. My husband? Will cheer.

I am not going to plan our two weeks off as an opportunity to ‘catch up on things around here’. The only thing that needs to be ‘caught’ is life well spent.

I am not going to get stressed out when you come over. I am going to enjoy the gift of your company and look forward to contemplating what God has in store for us as he draws us together.

I will sit quiet and not rush into the next ‘big thing’. Even as I prepare for our trip to Kenya with World Vision I will spend more time contemplating how He can use us for redemptive purposes then making to do lists.

I will ask Him, where is your heart for these days? How can I join you in it?

I will rediscover Wonder, because that is how I want my children to remember mom at Christmas. Wonder-bound and doing everything I can to bring tiny bits of Peace on Earth. That tree that sits crooked (and huge) in my living room, with bottom heavy ornaments? I’m leaving it just as it is and each day when my boy runs in gasping, asking to add more? I will let him and we will lay down under it and look up and think about all the beauty we can find, even in the broken.

 

Country Chronicles: Oh…Hello Winter

Last weekend winter arrived with fists of fury.

Old Man Winter doesn’t seem to be messing around this year.

And around here? We’ve embraced it completely.

And really…one just cannot play in the snow and not have it followed by hot chocolate right? And its science I think, that when it is this ‘wintery’ I most certainly cannot be blamed for pulling out the Christmas mugs,

and maybe, all the decorations?

But really, my excuse is that we must start the season early because ours will end early. Yup its  really happening. Joel and I have spent the week working on our documents for our Kenya trip with World Vision. December 28 baby…sneaking up fast. So yup…our arms are packed full of Hepatitis and Yellow Fever vaccines. Giddy up.

Oh and the boys finished their treehouse…take a gander at this beauty. We call her “Abins Cabin”

Or this? Joel turned an old shed into a wood fired sauna.

 

Its true. Your eyes are not deceiving you. Only my husband would install a sound system before he cleans up his tools. He is a visionary alright? Lay off. Plus look how strong he is:

Its been a year now since we took the leap to move out here and every day I am more thankful. We are having a blast. Nothing makes my heart more glad than a living room like this:

Advent begins this weekend too so then it will officially be ‘okay’ to start getting ready for this sweet season. Christmas 2011 is primed to be one of legends at our house. Excited to create traditions and memories for our kids this year!

How about you? Have you started getting ready yet? What are your ‘advent plans’?