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March 27, 2013

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Walking through the little town where we’re spending the night tonight, just outside Brussels. It’s hovering around freezing temperatures outside…and we’re LOVING it! Blog post of our flight coming soon…

Au Revoir

March 26, 2013

We began one year ago with a Bonjour and today is our last day on Congo (for now).  This is going to be quick because, believe it or not, there’s a lot to do when you move from one country to another!  Ha!

Sunday was an amazing day.  At church, the congregation presented us with gifts.  This was the first time I cried about leaving.  This church is in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Kinshasa, with a nearly 90% unemployment rate.  And those that are employed probably make an average of less than $200 month.  The average offering each week is about $10.  So, you can imagine my tears when they presented us with Congolese fabric, after seeing our love for it (we wear it most weeks in some form or another).  The men bought one for Matthew and the women brought one for me.  It was probably the sweetest gesture I’ve seen here yet.  The people also pass along their greetings and love to their fellow brothers and sister in Christ in America!

That afternoon we left Amelia napping at Nick and Jocelyn’s while we took Levi to his first live musical production.  The American school, with one of the MAF wives as the musical teacher, put on Seussical the Musical and it was really fantastic.  Levi was a bit apprehensive at first, but a few songs in and he was loving it.

That evening, after the kids were in bed, we had dinner with the Program Manager and his wife to say goodbye, though we’ll be seeing them again this fall stateside.

We closed out the day at ten pm by going back to our old house and pulling sleeping guinea fowl from their nest, tying their legs together, and bringing them to their new home at Nick and Jocelyn’s.

Yesterday was also a full, but fun day.  Lots of last minute packing, chores, and saying more goodbyes.  For our final dinner, a fantastic lamb cooked by Jocelyn, we hosted a founder/owner of an adoption agency, since our schedules only overlapped by one night.  It was great to meet her, since I have taken a lot of families who use her agency out and she’s heard quite a bit about me.  I love learning more about what goes on behind the scenes in adoption and where the needs lie.  If any of you ever need a job, move to Kinshasa and open an orphanage or transition home run with something akin to American standards.  You’d be serving a HUGE need and it would actually be quite the business.

Anyway, it was fun to meet the ladies and chat for a bit.  A few people stopped by to say goodbye – always hard, and we sat around chatting and holding baby bunnies.  The bunnies were separated and moved to their various new homes, but several came here to live and grow…

Today we will soon take our bags downtown to be checked, say goodbye to the MAF office staff and have one last shawarma.

Our plane is for late tonight – lasts all night – and we arrive in Brussels early in the morning.  Pray for us, ya’ll!

Saying Goodbye: A Cultural Education

March 23, 2013

We are just four days from our departure from DRC.  A little (but very much needed) R&R in The Netherlands, and then we hit the grind of complete busy-ness again as soon as we land in Nampa.  While being on deputation (how we will spend the next several months – making people aware of our mission and partnership opportunities) may seem like one long leisurely road trip and vacation, it is actually a very busy time – we will need your prayers!  Being homeless with two little ones and no regular routine is something we’re excited about…and scared of…all at the same time!

But, first, we need to say our [temporary] good byes to the people here in Kinshasa that we’ve met and befriended over the last year.  Saying good bye to our ex-pat and missionary friends is easy because this is the fourth major move for Matthew and I (Seattle -> Alaska, Alaska -> deputation, the US -> Africa, now Africa -> deputation…”deputation” = homelessness), so we’re getting good at it (oh, maybe that’s sad).  But saying good bye to our Congolese friends has been…educational.  The Congolese we have hired and invited into our home are special to us.  They helped shape our views of the culture here and how we can be part of it.  Even, sometimes, how we can affect it by living as Jesus did…or at least trying our best.  We’ve really enjoyed their company and appreciated their help to us so much.  But, saying good bye is hard, not only because we will miss them, but because cultural habits of asking for one more thing come out.  It could end on a sour note if we let it, but we’ve tried to find the sweetness amongst it.  And some are worse than others, so it hasn’t been all bad – and we don’t hold it against them!  Actually, we do the same thing in many respects, but it’s hard to learn such a lesson as we’re saying good bye.

Some of you have asked about the many people we’ve hired and had in our lives, and if they’ve found other work, so I thought I’d pass along an update:

Alex, our sentinel, was working for the family whose house we’ve been using all this time, so he will await their return by working at the house and keeping it safe.

Mosengo, our other sentinel, is one of the best workers in all of Kinshasa, so Nick and Jocelyn are hiring him to work at their house until the next new MAF family arrives this fall.

Papa Willy, our house cleaner and tortilla-maker-extraordinare, also will begin working for Nick and Jocelyn on the days he used to work for me, twice per week.  He, too, has skills that are valuable and no one wants to see his talents go to waste!

Pepe, my driver once per week, has a steady stream of work, and while no one has specifically hired him for Wednesdays, I have no doubt he’ll be out of a job for long!

MaCele, my nanny for the past three months, has a temporary job for a friend, but then will be looking for work.  She is a hard worker and very timely (a hard quality to come by here), so I do pray that she finds a job, especially one working with children!

Faustin, the tailor, does have work from other families regularly, and I have also created a catalog that I will soon post for adopting families to be able to get in touch with him and order with ease, despite the language barrier.  I hope this system works well – Faustin was quite excited when I showed him the catalog.

My two vegetable providers, Papa Joseph and Mama Victorine, do not have new customers specifically and were quite disappointed when they learned I was leaving.  I sent them with a little extra income for the month and pray that they will soon recover the lost income with new families.

As for a personal update, we are now staying in Nick and Jocelyn’s guest house and loving the freedom to know that the house we’ve been using is nearly empty of our things and ready to return to its owners.  We also love the last few days with our dear friends, though it does make saying good bye harder!  Levi and Amelia have already adapted quite well into sharing a room with Mom and Dad, a skill important to a traveling family who will be staying in other people’s homes a lot this summer.

You can pray for us in so many ways.  While we tried to stay ahead of the game, there are many last minute details to wrap up, as well as last minute plans in place.  We hope to leave rested and prepared for our upcoming busy weeks.  There is no immediate downtime once we land stateside, so we are really looking forward to the brief layover in Europe to regain our footing in a Western World.  We have already booked half of our tickets to Alaska (YES!) and have a road trip planned, with details being confirmed daily, all the way through the end of July…and that’s only the first half!  So, yes, please pray for us – pray that we will be ready and excited to share about our past year, that the questions and answers and stories never get old, and that the love of Christ and our passion for seeing it fulfilled in the Congolese hearts, minds, and culture will show through our words!

Photo 20 Mar

March 20, 2013

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MaCele and Levi are arguing over the pronounciation of the French word for one…

Fete!

March 17, 2013

Yesterday a going away party was held in our honor.  It was so fun to have so many people come and say goodbye.  Even more fun was that they accidentally came in shifts, so that we could spend quality time with each group, instead of having a mass of people all at once.  We will miss this team here and hope to encourage each other long distance as we travel this summer.

 

Since the original day for the party was 3.14, it was pie themed, but chaotic schedules had it moved to St. Patty's Day, but keeping the pie theme, of course.

Since the original day for the party was 3.14, it was pie themed, but chaotic schedules had it moved to St. Patty’s Day, but keeping the pie theme, of course.

Today is Matthew’s last official day of work – the rest of the week will be spent closing up the house we’ve been borrowing for the last year, packing, and tying up those loose ends.  I do have one more shopping trip with adopting parents on Wednesday, which I am looking forward to as a mental break from the packing and keeping the children sane (HA!).

And, lastly, two really cute pictures of this ridiculously adorable girl that we get to raise!

Posing

Posing

At church yesterday, she wanted to sit next to someone else...this is her new smile-on-command

At church yesterday, she wanted to sit next to someone else…this is her new smile-on-command

 

The Wedding

March 16, 2013

Last night Matthew and I went to a Congolese wedding!  Well, sort of.  Matthew went to the wedding while I stayed home during The Hour – you know The Hour where the little ones are at their craziest, it’s dinner time and bed time and there’s complaining about all of the above.

So Matthew went with our neighbors, the pastor of our church and his wife, to the wedding of Michele and his bride, Sylvie.  Michele, who had us call him Michael, introduced himself to us at church our first week there and has been friendly ever since.  When we first arrived in DRC he had just become engaged and wanted us to come to the wedding in the spring.  His brother works at our friend’s across the street, and we would give his sister a ride to the market each week after church.  Such a sweet family!

Matthew tried to give me an account of the wedding ceremony, but really only came up with that it was LOUD.  Like, you actually can’t hear because it is so loud.  As loud as being in front of the speakers at a major concert.  Deafeningly loud.  The differences between the weddings in Kinshasa and Western weddings are subtle (I can’t speak for weddings in the villages, which I imagine are quite different).  There is a lot of pomp and circumstance – the Congolese value time in a way that translates to: the more important something is, the longer it takes (hence, a Congolese church service lasts several hours, or even all day).  Plus, Congo time is always in place, so the wedding that was supposed to start at 5pm, really finally started at 6:30pm.

Children participated in the ceremony as well

Children participated in the ceremony as well

Matthew said the families each give their person away, and then vows were exchanged.  And then his brain turned to mush with the loud-ness.

Presenting the couple to the attendees

Presenting the couple to the attendees

Saying their vows, on their knees

Saying their vows, on their knees

After the ceremony, our neighbors came home, so Matthew came in to get me.  By then it was 8pm and the kids were finally asleep.  Most of our other missionary neighbors were home, as well as our sentinel, so Matthew picked me up and we rode to the reception at 9pm.  Now this is where it is less traditional African, rather, there was a lot of pretense to look affluent at the bride’s family’s request.  But, regardless, the venue was impressive.  And chilly!  The a/c’s were on high – but hours later after everyone was there, it was a decent temperature.

We were some of the first people who had arrived, even though we were 15 minutes late

We were some of the first people who had arrived, even though we were 15 minutes late

We waited with the few other people who were there “on time.”  Things finally got started and the bridal party arrived around 10pm.  They had given us Cokes, so at least we could have something to help us stay awake.  Oh, and it was loud.  Our table was right in front of one of the speakers…and it was turned up so much that our chest cavities could feel the vibrations.  It was a bit much.

The venue was very pretty

The venue was very pretty

Matthew appreciated the sponsor for the tables

Matthew appreciated the sponsor for the tables

Finally, the bridal party was introduced.  The two groomsmen and two bridesmaids and little kid participants danced in.  It was a groovy, but slow progressing dance.  They had changed from the pale peach and white from the wedding, to bright red and white for the reception.  Then the bride and groom arrived – more dancing.

The groomsmen lookin' stylish and dancing

The groomsmen lookin’ stylish and dancing

The bride and groom enter the reception

The bride and groom enter the reception

Once Michele and his bride were seated at the head table, the bridal party did another dance for them.  The bride and groom then danced together, though family would take turns standing behind them and get their pictures taken during the dance.  Once over, there was a toast, one each made by the bride and groom, to each other, emphasized by the two MCs and more dancing after.

Next it was time to present the wedding presents.  It worked the same as a receiving line – bridal party and special guests were ushered through first, and greeted the couple (and the bride’s parents) and gave the gifts.  The four of us were the only white people there, so that automatically makes us special guests, somehow.

The freezer and oven - and you can see the two women carrying the microwave.  At the upper right are the bridesmaid, in the hats.

The freezer and oven – and you can see the two women carrying the microwave. At the upper right are the bridesmaid, in the hats.

Presenting the gifts and greeting the bride and groom

Presenting the gifts and greeting the bride and groom

The parade of gifts was quite entertaining as people basically gave them a house-full, including appliances!  Yes, right there AT the wedding!  By the end they had a chest freezer, an oven, a microwave and piles of kitchen and house wares surrounding the front of the head table.  I was told the flat screen TV was presented at the wedding ceremony.  I’m not really sure how this all works out, because the average Congolese doesn’t have or even use such Western appliances, but I’m happy for the couple to be starting out so well regardless!

Then most of the room went to the dance floor and danced.  It energized the guests.  We, of course, sat there in complete lame-ness and fought the headaches from the volume of the music.

Finally, it was time to eat.  At midnight. Of course, it was traditional Congolese food, but such a celebration requires vast quantities of meat (meat is not a daily staple, since it is so expensive).  Fish, chicken, beef, maybe goat, caterpillars, and a whole roast pig were presented alongside greens, plantains, French fries*, coleslaw, and quonga (a local staple).

Michele and Sylvie, getting some roast pig

Michele and Sylvie, getting some roast pig

We ate our fill (it was fantastic!) and decided to say our goodbyes to the bride and groom, and get our picture taken with them – the Congolese LOVE photos.

It had begun raining during the reception, which made the drive home nice and quiet, since anyone who might be out was hiding from the rain.  This is good at 1am driving around Kinshasa.

So, happy wedding day to Michele and Sylvie!  Exactly one month before our anniversary!

And, of course, the kids decided to wake earlier than normal this morning, so I am fairly zombie-like today…ten days until Go Time.

Matthew and I at the reception

Matthew and I at the reception

*French fries are a staple here because, as you all know, French fries were invented in Belgium.  And Belgium also founded this country – Belgian Congo, as it was known, before Zaire, before DRC.  The “French” part only comes from the cut of the potato, not the country.  Voila – fact of the day!

Photo 13 March

March 13, 2013

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We use cloth diapers, so when I brought these home today to get ready for travel, clearly the kids found their own purposes for them.

The Long Layover

March 11, 2013

We leave Kinshasa on March 26th – two weeks from today.  We are still torn between sadness, excitement, and denial.  Mostly the latter.  We return to US soil on April 3.  That extremely long layover is something we are quite excited about.

Seven years ago, though I can’t remember exactly how or where, I began communicating online with a lady in The Netherlands.  We were both engaged and got married within a year of each other.  We chatted about wedding stuff (her English is flawless).  Then, in 2008, we both remodeled our houses and discussed the pros and cons of having chickens in our backyard.  In 2009 we both welcomed our first kiddos, hers, a girl, and my little Levi.  In 2011, within weeks of each other, we celebrated our second kids, each of us having the opposite.  And, finally, in 2013 we get to meet, in person!

We’ll overnight in Brussels with a missionary family that is truly awesome for taking us in, sight unseen.  Then we’ll take the train up to The Netherlands where Nicolien and her family will pick us up and we’ll spend the next five days getting to know them and their country.  We are so stinkin’ excited!  We get to be in The Netherlands for Easter weekend AND tulip season!

Our excitement over The Netherlands is doubled by having a new friend here in Kinshasa who is Dutch.  Rick began coming to our Tuesday night Bible study sometime late last year and we’ve enjoyed hearing about his country (the Dutch are very proud of their heritage and their country – and we cannot blame them!) and his awesome accent.  Rick is also very tall. That might sound petty, but he’s literally the tallest person I’ve ever met.

His tales of his culture and country have made us even more excited to see it in person.  He also said it was an honor that we chose his country as our first European stop.

So, while we are excited to rush to the US, we are also excited to be traveling in Europe for the first time, meeting new old friends, seeing an amazing country, and, not to be left out, being in Europe without jet lag – not something many Americans get to experience!  The Netherlands is in the same time zone as Kinshasa!

And, of course, I’ll do my best to blog about our experiences there.  Meanwhile, there is some packing to be done and goodbyes to be said.

Photo 11 March

March 11, 2013

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Doing some reading this morning, blissfully unaware of how much their lives are about to change…

Faustin and My Addiction

March 9, 2013

I planned a post all about the tailor that I use, and went through the process of taking pictures of myself in all of his creations.  Then, realizing that our time here is drawing to a close, I got more awesome fabric and had more stuff made.  I have an addiction to the fabric and the skirts…getting away will be good therapy and I can go back to my regular Old Navy addiction.  But, it seems like I’m running out of time to get pictures of the stuff still uncompleted…so you’ll have to do with just some of it.

I met Faustin through my neighbor, also a missionary.  She loved his attention to detail and dependability, and his great prices, and I told her I was interested in finding a tailor.  She said that Faustin has a shop with seven employees under him.  He keeps busy doing work for various US Embassy personnel and to only call him when I had enough work to justify him coming to the house.  I did just that, calling him only once per month or so, when I had enough, and Jocelyn and whoever else I knew could make the trip worth his while.

In late December he came to drop off some orders and I asked him how it was going.  He looked down in the dumps and said he didn’t have enough work.  Instant light bulb.

By then I had been taking adopting families out each week, including a fabric stop, for nearly two months.  They had started to ask about a tailor and my clothes and I was sad to inform them that I had a tailor but he was too busy to take on more.

And then this day happened!  I had a solution.  No!!!!  God opened a door!

So, I had a friend come translate (Faustin and I do well communicating, but this was too much for my limited vocabulary) and we worked out a program.  Faustin would come on Thursdays and pick up all the orders I had collected from adopting families the day before during shopping.  He would return the following Tuesday (yes, just five days later) with the completed orders for me to take back downtown.  It was up to the adopting families to find a back up plan if they went home during that week – and those families are super resourceful.

So, we struck a deal, agreed on a set price ($10 per item, regardless) and I told him I’d keep the orders simple so that no measuring would be required.  He’d done enough for me at that point that we would make it work.

And we have.  Each week Faustin comes and each week he has delivered.  I’ve only had to send one thing back for an adopting family and I haven’t heard any complaints, except for one misunderstanding.  Faustin and his team have completed up to 25 orders in those five days – and sometimes there is more that carries over into the following week.

His attention to detail truly is amazing and the quality of his products is hard to find here in DR Congo.  I’m sad to leave and interrupt the flow of business, but I’m glad to have been the middle man helping adopting families get some awesome custom Congo clothes and provide extra business for eight local families!  Ministry in action!

Faustin and I, in a dress he created from a terrible hand drawing I did.

Faustin and I, in a dress he created from a terrible hand drawing I did.

Below are the pictures of some of what we’ve had made.  There is more (I know, it’s a lot…addiction, see?).  I also apologize that I didn’t change my shirt each time to make it look more interesting.  It was almost 100F and the power was out and, well, that’s too hot for costume changes – I don’t get paid enough for that.