Jour 1

Day one has officially come to an end here in Burkina. It has been a very full, exciting, emotional, and rewarding day. I hope that over these next few days these posts will keep you very much updated and involved in what is going on over here. So sit back, read and enjoy. (Also everyday will be featuring a few quotes from the mouth of Benjamin Lackey, as well as some sort of story from that day.)

Our pit stop in paris brought much necessary sleep as well as a few long tours around the Charles de Gaulle airport. 27 hours after departure we finally made it to Burkina, around 3:30 a.m. american time it was about 7:30 p.m. here. We were happily greeted by Larry Wolters and Steve Nehlsen. We have very few problems getting through security but alot of difficulty getting all of our luggage. 4 of our bags got lost in paris, one bag didn't make to franklin, and Courtney Green's bag didn't even get taken to the Atlanta airport. All in all we arrived with nothing to complain about except our lack of sleep.

Philosophical Sayings from the French Benjamin Lackey

" Everything in Africa has a beat, even the fans..."

"After being in africa for a week people are going to smell us and ask, what have you been huffing?"

"I'm not showering for the next 4 days..."

The view from the plane as the sun set over the sub-sahara desert. It was breathtaking.

Sunday morning started early for us, we had to leave the guest house by 7:30 to get to church by 8:00. When we arrived we were greeted by a crowd of Burkinabe. After an hour or so of Worship this little girl asked to present a song. After she sang, we heard her story...

Recently her father took a second wife, and left her mother hurting and lonely. (I have always wondered what the women thought when their husbands took another wife). During this rough time the mother told her daughter that the only thing that brought her joy anymore was to hear her sing, and so now every sunday this little girl asks to sing before the church, in which her mother sits.

Here are just a few pictures of our time at Balkouy Church (this is a recently begun church that has a very new Compassion program....www.compassion.com (for more info on their ministry and how you can help).

Courtney and I attended the children's sunday school class and were asked to present a few songs, which actually ended up meaning, 'sing for the entire rest of the class.'

After quickly fading lungs Micah Wolters decided to give singing a break with a little red light, green light.

Dane spent a few minutes hanging out with the Burkinabe and playing the djembe.

After church we all went to the Rec center, which use to be the American Embassy, for lunch

After lunch we had a few hours of napping, praise the Lord, and then a mini-market and for dinner we went to the Nehlsen's to enjoy a great time of fellowship, worship, and prayer.

Overall everyone on the team is in high-spirits and healthy, which is a huge blessing thus far. We have a very busy week ahead of us the schedule looks as so;

Monday: Working at the guest house to put up a hangar, and clean out the magasin for the Wolters.

Tuesday: Building a wall at a ministry center called the LAC, and then touring some ministry sites before going to the huge artisian festival, SIAO

Wednesday: Working again at the guest house, and touring ministry

Thursday: Compassion day

Friday: heading out to the bush where we will be helping a recently reached people group called the Daphine, minister to an unreached people group the Noomani through an evangelism presentation, as well as building a hangar for them to meet under.

Saturday/Sunday: still unknown, the possibilities are endless.

So please be praying for continued health, for guidance in going to the bush and for God to meet the needs of people hearts both on our team and in this city.

(more to come from my heart over these past few days, hopefully tomorrow)

Expiration Date

I am quickly discovering that everything has an expiration date, but not everything goes bad on that day. For example, over a month ago I purchased a carton of eggs (probably closer to 2 months ago if I am really honest with myself) and just last night I did the 'bad egg test' to see if they were bad, hoping by some miracle they wouldn't be...low and behold regardless of their expiration date they were placed into a mix of brownies and very much enjoyed. You are probably wondering what in the world am I thinking using old (very old) eggs and not just buying a new carton? Well it's a 2 fold answer. After having shingles for nearly 3 1/2 weeks I was completely unable to babysit, because of the fear of giving any of the kids chickenpox, therefore eliminating my income completely, then add in a trip home, a trip to georgia, plus living in the boonies of north carolina, driving into town, driving back to lynchburg, an oil change, the list could go on and on with these basic needs and you have the first part of the answer....I literally am living off what is already in my pantry and in the back of the fridge....Normally buying a carton of eggs would be no problem but with my leave of absence from babysitting and my parents financial well crisis (aka we are living off all they saved, which is apparently only going to let us keep the house until january, unless by some miracle dad starts to get some plumbing work) I am finding that I have to be all the more resourceful in my daily life, which means using out of date eggs whether or not I want to. The second part to this phase of my life is that I am trying to take these somewhat stressful stages and turn them into a learning process. I have been extremely challenged to live on much less than I do, to live without excess, and to truly balance out my life in regards to luxury and necessity. So what better time to do so then when I really have to? I can confidently say that I am learning a lot about my life and about what my life needs to look more like but I would be lying to say it hasn't been hard. It's begun a beautiful transition in my life, I am daily being reminded that though I feel lost in this I am still considered the one of the world's wealthiest, I have never had to be without food or shelter and therefore am still blessed beyond belief. I am also beginning to own the reality of the life Christ has called us to, a life of radical abandonment. A life not guaranteed comfort, pleasures, and luxury here on this earth but promised an even greater reward of His overwhelming every surpassing peace and presence. Nothing compares to this type of life, even if it means eating some frozen vegetables for breakfast every now and then. ;-)

Fading with Time

I never imagined those these words to be true, but feelings, thoughts, and even passion....they can all fade with time. Time has crept up and stolen away so many memories. I am a 10 days and 14 hours away from once again stepping foot on my beloved Burkina. I never dreamed that I would be going back so soon, and yet here I am, bag packed (yes only one bag this time in comparison to the 8 I took before) and more anxious than ever to get on that plane.

On June 30th this past summer I found out I would be going back to Burkina for a short 11 day stint to work with a team from Franklin, building the new STMO center (where I will hopefully one day soon be living). When I committed to going I naively assumed that the preparation for this trip, spiritually, mentally, physically, and emotionally would be simple and insignificant. I mean c'mon I had been to Burkina twice already and lived there for 6 months, what could I possibly be in for before going again? Little did I know at that time that my confidence would bring about extreme vulnerability and many trials in the months to come. It wasn't until just 2 weeks ago did I start to really see and literally feel the effects of attack I was under. I woke up one morning with 2 what I deemed 'spider bites' on my neck and an extremely sore and swelling throat. Within a matter of hours the 'spider bites' had gotten worse and would continue to get worse for the next few days. Being in a Microbiology class I found it rather ironic that the Professor was talking about MRSA (a staph infection) that was easily mistaken for 'spider bites' and knowing that at least once that week I was in the Lab with a dirty lab coat working very closely with the MRSA bacteria I began to get a little worried. I asked my professor what he thought it could be and his response was, well, rather far fetched...He thought ring worm...None the less I headed to the doctor, for the first time in years only to discover I was presently the wonderful recipient of SHINGLES! What in the world? Shingles? Who even gets shingles? I hadn't had chicken pox and that is what the virus is derived from, I was utterly confused and beginning to be in a lot of pain with constant itching and an extremely swollen throat. I was immediately prescribed a genital herpes medicine and vicatin, 2 lovely combinations. After about a week of the shingles slowly getting worse and then fading I started to notice other patches of similar red itchy bite like patches all over different areas of my body. Out of the normal for me I returned to the doctor to now discover that I was a wonderful candidate of HIVES...at this point I just began to laugh, and joked to the Doctor that the next week I would be in with Bed bugs. It was during these 2 miserable weeks that I realized I was in fact under attack. The naive confidence I had had become humility and would begin a week of awakening in my life. I sat down just sunday with my boyfriend Dane who confronted me about my joy and passion for God. He said something that opened an area in my heart I had shut out since I came home from Burkina in december. I began to pour out my heart about all of the stuff I had been carrying since coming home. Things I just stacked one on top of the other putting God at the bottom of it all, I knew that deepening my intimacy with him meant I had to deal with all of these things, obstacles, emotions and experiences that I hadn't dealt with but rather just hid behind for this entire year. Everyone told me the transition back would take awhile and I would feel the effects of my time there for the rest of my life but I had no idea it would take me almost an entire year to confront with God the things I witnessed and the things I was carrying since coming back. A lot has changed in my life since that year but the passion and love I felt during my time there has not left, it's just been suppressed and unfortunately so. So yesterday was a day of awakening, a day of new beginnings, a 6 hour drive that turned out to be 8 grueling hours in the car alone, just me and God. A time where I could begin to un-shovel the stack of things I had piled on in my life that allowed me to hide from the reality of dealing with the difficult emotions. And so here I sit, renewed, and genuinely excited about what is to come in 10 days, and what is to coming during these 10 days of preparation. Before this past week I had hoped that this trip would bring to fruition and conclusion all of what I was hiding from but now I am praying that it brings about more upheaval in my life and more burning passion in my service. Stay posted to see how these next 10 days lay out and what going back to a place I have been craving to be for the entire year I have been home.