Thursday, January 13, 2005

I had so many thing to rant on..... until I checked the mail.

Letters from my boys at the Dixville Children's Village in Liberia. They were carried into North America by returning missionaries, passed on to Rafiki, and then mailed to me. That's how a letter with neither sender or addressee makes it from a country with no postal service to my mailbox.

The letters have many stickers on them, which carry immense worth on an orphanage. I love to see the familiar handwriting. Frank must have wrote a hundred sponsor letters for children too young to spell, so I'm very familiar with his handwriting, and his characteristic replacement of "are" for "I". Many of their spelling mistakes spring from their unusual enunciation of the english language, which refer to as Liberian english. They refer to what we speak as "serious english" and find it very difficult to understand.

There is a picture of both Frank and Randall in their school uniforms, standing in front of one of the dorms. Frank wears a white button-up t-shirt with another white shirt underneath, tucked into his purple pants. Randall's t-shirt is baggy and untucked with a company logo in the corner, and he wears a necklace with a cross. Both of them have very serious expressions on their faces. Frank looks almost angry, while Randall looks more sad and resigned. I don't know how they managed to get a photo of themselves. I'll post it as soon as I get it scanned.

I have such a place in my heart for these boys. There were lots of kids that I got to know, but these two just captured me. I would adopt them in a heartbeat, even though they're 13. I hope and pray I see them again. Rafiki knows someone who's going out there later this month so I need to get some pictures ready.... I have no printer and all my pictures are digital.... so this could get involved.

If you would like to know how you can have a meaningful relationship with a child who has no-one to love him/her, email me, and I will help you. It's only $30 to sponsor a child, but if you think it would be fun just to write, I can help you out with that too. You will never regret it. These kids just want to know that someone out there cares if they live or die, and when they do, their lights just come on. It's beautiful to see. Just look at these wonderful kids!

Allow me to close with an exerpt from Randall's letter:

I hope that you are coming on well with life. Already I am missing you and our time together. I pray for you and the family every day and night and hope and pray that God will give me the opportunities to see you and the family and have fun together. I am well and doing well in school. I have been praying for you to have a very good job and God have answer my prayer. I know that God is great and He dwell in us. I know that God have giving you to me as a blessing in my life to be my sister because I do not have a family. I have been on this mission for many years and no one write me or sent me any things but you are the only person that write me.When I recieve your letter I was excited.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Well, I finished "The Giver" but before I say too much about it I think I'd like to go over it again and give it some thought..... I think it's worth a lot of thought. Didn't care for the ending, but I'd recommend the book. Obviously, it's a quick read (It took me two evenings, so you can give yourself a week ;). Tee hee.

Now that I'm finished, allow me to say, it's nothing like my hometown. For the record, that particular comment was an attempt at humour. But if you're wondering whether you'd like a life of emotional insulation, free of pain and suffering and sadness, this book gives an interesting perspective.

On the news tonight.... what prince Harry wore to a party. Good to know what holds true importance in our enlightened first world society. Good thing Bush is working so hard at bringing this gift to the middle east. Those heathens need to spend less time praying to Allah and more time bowing before their shiny new republican action figures.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

I've been reading "The Giver" by Lois Lowry. It's written simply enough for a 10 year old, but it's interesting. It's about the sort of rigid society that would have lynched me by age 5. Reminds me of my hometown, except that they're all pacifists so instead they just isolated me with christianese rhetoric.

I think I'm more or less bored of my job.... already you say?? Well, I think we all knew that would happen sooner or later. It's time for me to go get an education, or experience what they call a "lucky break" which is when rich and/or famous people discover how charming you are and put you in a movie next to Tom Cruise or Angelina Jolie. This usually only happens if you live in a populated region such as.... L.A. or New York. I live in Regina, so it looks like I'll have to get an education.

I hate school.

I have to remind myself on a daily basis that God does have something in mind for me. I remember the circumstances under which I came here, and I know that I'm on a journey. I've wandered into a place where the path isn't so clear. I don't let it get me down, and I try not to be in a hurry. Everyone wants to feel like their life has a purpose, or a direction. Right now I'm happy to be holding my own, and eager to know what the future holds.

Hmmmm.... bath.... book.... bed....

Monday, January 10, 2005

Sunday, January 09, 2005

My new favorite movie quote? "One girl is worth twenty boys." Peter Pan(Jeremy Sumpter)
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