Will We Trust God or Not

By now you most likely have heard more than you ever wanted to hear about Ebola and probably have your own opinions. I know I have several things I have wanted to share on more than one occasion, but I have kept my opinions to myself…unless you happened to ask me about it or were around when it came up in conversation. And, at this time I am still going to keep most of my opinions to myself.  However, one of the things that continually surfaces when I am discussing Ebola with my friends in Burkina is the need to trust God.

For those of you who don’t know, there are about 15 countries in West Africa. Only three of those countries currently have Ebola cases. There are no reported cases of Ebola in Burkina or any surrounding countries. Burkina is over 1500 kilometers from the closest Ebola affected country. However, there have been teams who have cancelled trips, employers who want their employees to stay out of the work place for 21 days after returning to the US from Burkina, people who think all flights from West Africa should be banned and other similar situations.

Having said all that, this isn’t going to be yet another blog about Ebola, but a blog about our need to trust God. Recently, I had a conversation with friends about trusting God and one of the things we talked about was how we didn’t move to Burkina because it was the safest or most comfortable choice, we moved here because God called us here. I think Scripture is clear that our life isn’t always going to be easy or comfortable (James 1:2-3). Scripture is also clear that God is in control and we have to trust Him (Proverbs 3:5).  If God has called us to something, we have to trust Him to handle the details.

I was reminded the hard way that we are not promised tomorrow and that no matter what happens, I have to make the choice to trust God. My sister woke up one morning and her husband was dead. His autopsy report revealed that he was perfectly healthy and provided no answers as to why he died. He was a young, healthy guy living in Texas with a safe job. He loved God and was serving Him where God had placed him and yet he still died.

The bottom line – we have to trust God. I always say that God gave us a brain to use so we need to make wise choices, but we also have to trust Him no matter what is going on all around us. In relation to that subject I said I wasn’t going to talk about – we need to remember that it is God who gives us life and health every day and it is God who can take it away at any moment, no matter where we are or what we are doing. He knows how many hairs are on our head (Matthew 10:30). He knows every time we get up or lay down (Psalm 139:2). He knows every time a bird falls from the sky (Matthew 10:29). And, He also already knows how many days I will be on this earth. So, I don’t need to worry about the unknown. I don’t need to have fear about something that will probably not happen. And if it does, I have to trust that God is in control and God has a plan for me.

I love this from a friend’s blog: “If we live in fear, we may never accomplish anything! This seems like what Satan would want, for Christians to live in fear and accomplish NOTHING. Irrational fear and worry that holds back progress in life is not from God. Limiting ourselves through fear limits God’s ability to work through our lives.”  (I highly recommend reading the entire post here: http://benandmollycollins.blogspot.com/2014/10/power-love-and-self-discipline.html?spref=fb)

Through These Eyes

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I have come to realize that everyone’s “normal” is going to be different. Even if you live in the same country, state or city what is normal to one person may not be normal to someone else. The thing about going to another country, especially a third world country, is that the “normal” is extremely different instead of just a little different. There are many things in Burkina that have become normal to me that I don’t even think twice about now. There are other things that have become normal to me, but at the same time are things I may never understand.

One of the things I love about when someone comes to Burkina for the first time is to see things through their eyes. I love to hear them say, “Oh, look at that!” or “oh my goodness, that is crazy!”.  Seeing Burkina through someone else’s eyes helps me to appreciate some of these unique things about Burkina…or maybe appreciate the US a little more:

  • In the US, our schedules and routines are very important to us. Here, it is all about relationships. Relationships are more important than getting your project done or being on time. This is something we Americans can learn from, but something that can be frustrating at times.
  • It isn’t weird for me to go up to random strangers in the bush or at church and take their babies from them to hold for a while…OK, so maybe even at the go-kart track I grab other people’s babies.

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  • I can give candy to the neighbor children or other random children and I’m not considered a “stranger” that the children should not take candy from.
  • Children, and I mean small children, play in the road or run across the street.  Yes, we see this as dangerous and yes, it can be dangerous.  But, I love to see the kids playing outside and having fun playing games with practically nothing instead of always on an electronic device or watching TV.
  • Every. Single. Day. I see donkeys pulling carts with a load of something someone is transporting.  People work so hard just to survive and make a living here. This guy had a small load … you would be surprised how much stuff one donkey can pull.

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  • It is normal to have people call after me every single day saying one of the following: “Nassarra”, “La blanche” or “tubabu” – 3 different languages to say the same thing – “white person”.
  • It is absolutely normal to see a semi-truck (or Burkina’s equivalent) with anywhere from 1-25 or so people riding on top.  Or something like this:

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  • It is also absolutely normal to see someone driving their moto down the road with 50 live chickens hanging on the handle bars or maybe a couple of live goats.

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or maybe carrying something like this:

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  • I see this every day because this is how women carry things around…they are such hard workers and servants, but they are always so full of joy and very giving.

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  • And, I am very blessed to get to do things like this, which I would never get to do if I lived in the US:

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These are just a few of the things I experience regularly.  They have become part of my “normal” and so sometimes I forget how unique God has made each of us who make up this world He created.  I forget to focus on the good and the unique things instead of focusing on the things that frustrate me.  I forget how blessed I am to be part of what God is doing here in Burkina.  And so, I love to see Burkina through the eyes of those who are seeing it for the first time.

The Truth about Home Assignments

The common assumption is that missionaries love going on home assignment and can’t wait to get a break from the work & return to their home country. However, it isn’t always that simple. Where we live is our home, we love what we do and we love the people where we live (both nationals and Expats).

The truth is I love and look forward to going on home assignment. I can’t wait to see my family and friends. I can’t wait for cooler weather. I can’t wait to be in America and have access to so many of my favorite things. However, the truth is also that it is difficult to go on home assignment. It means leaving my friends in Burkina for several months at a time. It means leaving behind the ministry and the work I love.   It means leaving my home for several months. As much as I love getting back to America and seeing my family, it is difficult to leave knowing that ministry still goes on, my friends still have parties/get-togethers, holidays still come & go, babies still grow up … and I’m not there for any of it. When I’m in Burkina, I see pictures and posts about all that is going on with my family & friends in America – it makes me miss them more and want to be with them. However, when I’m in America I see pictures and posts of all the ministry going on and the fun all my friends are having and I’m jealous & want to be with them. It is definitely a heart divided when it comes to serving overseas.