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Less than two weeks

On Sunday afternoon we said good-bye to three-quarters of our family. First we hugged and kissed and hugged again my parents, sister and her family. I will always remember Carter hugging Owen (they are separated by just 3 months) on the front porch. They see each other infrequently but always pick up right where they left off and run and play and pretend and fight and make-up. It’s beautiful to watch. And Owen and Will adore their big cousin, Claire. Family is a beautiful thing.

After many tears and some disbelief that I would actually be leaving my family again, we traveled an hour to meet Jeff’s sister and family for lunch – to say good-bye. We enjoyed cheeseburgers and ice cream and chatted like we wouldn’t soon be 9,000 miles apart. We strongly encouraged Laura, our 18-year-old niece, to join facebook ASAP so that we can all stay in touch once she starts college next week.

And now we are back in Nashville, buying enough shampoo, razors, sunscreen and deodorant for a year. We have PJ’s for Carter, school socks for Claire Marin, shoes for Jeff and plenty of long skirts for me. I have left 11 prescriptions at the pharmacy and now we just wait to hear how much those will cost without insurance. It’s the last minute spending spree to prepare for a year in Malawi where we can get nearly everything we need, but at a significantly higher cost and lower quality.

This summer has been a time of reflection, difficult emotional and spiritual work, and leisure. We don’t feel like we have rested – lots of trips to visit family, speaking at different churches, and some fun vacations too. But just enjoying the ease and predictability of the culture is a different kind of rest. Soon we will be holding our breath to see if we have electricity to make dinner, wondering if we will be stopped at each police barricade, cursing under our breath when the landlord runs out of money for a repair on the house, and hoping there is petrol at the filling station.

But in two weeks we will be walking off the plane to see our friends waving on the airport balcony, climbing back into our beloved Rav4, unpacking in our house, seeing Claire and Carter’s friends at school, eating the best rice on the planet, hugging friends, worshiping with joy and energy, and falling back into a familiar rhythm and a ministry to which God has called us.

Less than two weeks for it all…

Honoring Marie Claire

For those of you following along, you remember that Marie Claire Bryant lived with us in Malawi for the first four months supporting us in mission by taking care of our children. In the process she became their sister and a member of our family. Last night I had the privilege of speaking for her at the Youth Ministry Banquet at Belmont UMC honoring the graduating seniors. This is my attempt to capture our family’s love and appreciation for Marie Claire…

Marie Claire is in the red shorts. I'm the blond on her left.

Over the years Marie Claire has been my supporter, cheerleader, companion on the journey, daughter and friend.

In the 7th grade, when I was youth pastor, our youth group went to Heifer Ranch. On the Ropes Course we chose partners to climb the 40-foot Jacob’s Ladder. Looking around I saw the tall, thin 7th grader who had yet to find a partner. Being the athletic, strong and capable youth pastor that I was I thought, “I’d love to get Marie Claire to the top.”

But after the 1st rung, I could climb no further. Looking up at the other five rings that got progressively farther apart I was sure we were done. But Marie Claire nimbly jumped up to the next rung and pulled me up. From there she would squat and I would literally stand on her thighs to jump/be pushed all the way to the top.

That day – and in fact, that whole week – I saw Marie Claire’s strength in body, mind and spirit. The view from the top of that ladder was a beautiful vista of possibilities and wonder made all the more sweet because of the effort it took to get there.

Jacob's Ladder

And the way I felt in that moment is how Marie Claire views the world all the time. She sees the beauty and the possibilities of life and in people and circumstances from a vantage point that few of us can ever reach. Not unless Marie Claire is persistent and patient enough to pull us up there with her – above the mundane and the challenges that threaten to keep us on the ground.

And Marie Claire viewed our life in Malawi the same way. When I asked in jest for someone to join us, Marie Claire saw the beauty and possibilities beyond the challenges of leaving Hillsboro and her friends during her senior year. Instead she saw that her gifts, abilities, experiences and desire for adventure actually prepared her to follow this prompting and nudge to join our family on this mission.

Besides finding the best ice cream and the Italian restaurant, Marie Claire called our attention to the clouds in the sky, gave voice to our love of coconut cookies, and listened to Claire Marin’s struggles when she couldn’t share them with us.

Marie Claire has always taught me. She was one of my biggest supporters as her youth pastor. And she stood with me through pain and tears, encouraging me through some of the most difficult days in Malawi… and became family. Her friends called me her “mission mom” and she definitely became siblings to Claire Marin and Carter. But I never felt like she was my daughter, but always my friend.

Marie Claire has always been pulling me to the top and showing me what is possible when I don’t give up and when I trust God and rely on others. This is not to say that Marie Claire is not grounded but only to highlight how far she has climbed and how deep her roots are.  And my vantage point is forever different having seen the world through Marie Claire’s eyes.

the sisters and brother

Marie Claire, I pray that you forever remain a dreamer, calling to us through art and poetry and righteous anger to see the world as you do. And I pray that you also see that the beauty, strength and courage that you possess enables you to live at such great heights.

I love you.

a good day

I’m trying to be more realistic in the last month we are home. During these four months I was going to work 20 hours a week, finish a novel, write publicity materials for the Malawi UMC, ease into a regular running routine, and work on my Chichewa vocabulary. hmmm… the best laid plans. I think I’ve done a pretty good job about readjusting my expectations and not getting (too) stressed out about work undone.

But today I’m doing a better job of enjoying the moment. The kids have friends over and I had a rare moment of parental creativity breaking down some large boxes and getting out tape and markers to create a fort. If I could hear much more of the pretend conversation I might be more disturbed, “…boys sneaking in…” “…I need to get my beauty sleep” “…and then pretend the mean lady comes”.  But how bad can it be with Carter in his Spiderman costume, toting around his favorite stuffed bear?

In the meantime, there are several windows open on my laptop. I’ve scheduled a guy to re-finish the deck at the Gray House and made dentist appointments for Carter and Jeff. Ordered some print orders online from Kinko’s for a project I will surely finish by August 30 as I promised. Scheduled an interview with UpperRoom staff for “my book that is coming out” (that just sounds nice) and arranged some childcare for next week. All while IM-ing Jeff at work.

Deep breath. Life is good.

Train is playing, thunder is rumbling in the background and the kids are all playing happily. I’ll take it!

Furlough

In the free online dictionary furlough is defined, “ A leave of absence or vacation, especially one granted to a member of the armed forces.” or “A leave of absence from prison granted to a prisoner.” hmmm…

As a missionary, I am neither in the military nor, despite some tired and grumpy posts over the past year, do I live as a prisoner in Malawi. But this is our family’s leave of absence. We have had some amazing vacations in the midst of it – the Outer Banks with Jeff’s family, days and weeks in Fort Wayne, a surprise trip to Chicago, and a beautiful adults’ only weekend in Asheville – but this time in the US has been hard to define and awkward to live into.

We’re home long enough for Jeff to get a job that will fund our next year. And long enough to remember the stress and day-to-day grind that he left behind. We’re home long enough to slip into patterns and routines like story time at the library and GNO on Tuesdays. We’re home long enough to forget our Chichewa. And long enough to put on a few pounds.

But we’re not home long enough to unpack our bags completely. We’re not home long enough to finish the novel that I started. We’re not home long enough to finish mulching the yard at the gray house. We’re not home long enough to see our family as much as they’d like. And we’re not home long enough to feel at home.

One of my first posts when we returned reflected on the lack of people out in the neighborhood – and it felt strange and eery after living in Malawi for nine months. But as I walked those same streets today it felt normal and peaceful. And I realized that returning to the hustle and bustle and crowded streets of Malawi will take some re-adjusting again.

During these three months I have never doubted our call and resolve to return to Malawi. But I have also never wished away the time here. Each day is a gift and a joy. Texting and calling. Eating and drinking. Laughing and embracing. Sharing and witnessing. Working and playing. What a journey we are on.

But now I can almost feel my heart turning with me, turning towards Malawi. The last couple presentations about Malawi and the Malawi UMC have left me wanting more, wanting to stand with the women I’m talking about, laugh with the pastors I admire, pray and sing with the churches we love, and cry with those who have lost loved ones while we were away.

So I look forward to August, of drinking deeply of each experience, each relationship and each encounter. They fill me and and give me strength to share with those who await us at home.

Mzuzu Tailoring School

Friends and Readers – I know you will enjoy this update from Malawi as much as I did. The Tailoring School in Mzuzu is a wonderful ministry empowering women.

7/13/2010

THE HOPE TAILORING SCHOOL SYNOPSIS

The Hope Tailoring School has seen two classes graduate, as of 2010. The second class began May 4th 2010 and is well on its way instructing a class of new students tailoring skills that will enable them to be more productive citizens of Malawi.

The second class of students, like the first is made up of people who have always been on the peripherals of society; they come to this class to gain skills that will help them become financially secure economic players, breaking the cycle of poverty so common among the marginalized. One of the major purposes of these skills courses is to empower women, regardless of their current status in the world – we accept students regardless of if they are illiterate, under-educated or financially handicapped.

It is our hope that the skills they gain at Hope Tailoring School (HTS) will enable them to participate in the market place. All of the students are coming through this program aspire to find means and ways of generating income to sustain their families, but the HTS program dreams that they will do even more with their new skills; we hope they will change not only Malawi, but the world, one woman at a time.

During the devotional time constructed into each day of learning, students learned about the good works of Dorcas (also called Tabitha) who made garments and gave them to the poor, Dorcas’s garments were her alms to the poor. The devotional lessons were geared toward encouraging the women to imitate Dorcas’s example, thereby receiving the same blessings given to her (Acts 9:36). The students were particularly encouraged to look at the wellbeing of the orphans and vulnerable children in their midst who could benefit from their services. James 1:26 was also an inspiration to the women – providing a Biblical basis for Christian charity to those in need.

The women consider this program a big window of opportunity through which they can acquire skills to fulfill their dreams. In the course of the training we achieved a number of things, but the accomplishments deserve special recognition. The training has enhanced the women’s social intercourse, increased their spiritual growth, and also gave them the skills. Now they are ready to go out into the world and start their business ventures.

The Hope Tailoring School graduation was a milestone to the work of UMC in Mzuzu. It brought people from the entire city to the University hall. This ceremony was particularly unique in that we did not just use the Mzuzu University facilities, but we also had Professor Lusayo Mwabumba as the guest of honor, to speak encouraging words to the graduates. The professor shared with the audience the new branches of the dream of the Hope Tailoring School, such as the Knitting School and a Culinary School. These two new branches would give incoming students an array of skills from which to choose and hopefully utilize in the complex marketplace.

The class was very gleeful and excited about beginning this new chapter in their lives. They entered the hall singing and dancing. They even planed a fashion show, where they displayed their creative fashions, and fine new skills. The Class Captain gave a speech disclosing the teams’ gratitude for the training opportunity with a special focus on their vision to become economic players. It was a short but electric presentation.

As a gift in good faith that these promising students will be world changers, the graduates were given seed-money from the UMC head office. It is expected that this money will help them start their business off on the right foot. Each lady received 7,500 Kwacha.

During her address as class captain, Agnes Nyirenda made the sure to express how this course has given the women the power to generate income for their families and for the church. The audience erupted with praise, making joyful noise and sharing feelings of success and hopefulness. Violet Banda, was recognized for her aptitude and skills as one of the best students of the first class with a special reward. Mrs. Nyirenda was rewarded for her leadership abilities with a new suit. Apart from these special awards, every student received a certificate, the aforementioned jump-start package, and a special notebook for business planning and record keeping.

Almost all of them have already started to go into some business. Mrs. Nyirenda received orders just after the graduation to make dresses and skirts. Another student, Hannah Makala received four orders just after graduation because some audience members were impressed with her graduation suit. Phalles Singini made three dresses for children on the 14th of June 2010 and two of them were sold within 2 hours and the third sold on the very next day. Mrs. Linda Mzumara, another promising student, is currently making caftans for sale at a hawker’s shop.

Overall, the Hope Tailoring School is proud of the first class of graduates and hopes for even brighter and higher achievements for the next class. It is our prayer that the seeds sown in these special women will reap a fine harvest for their families, for their country, and for the world.

Peace and Love,

REV CCM NKHATA.

Hope Tailoring School Director

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