March 8

Is...

International Women's Day

(The woman on the left is my friend; we call her "Mama Saida". Infected and abandoned by her husband, she is now raising three children on her own while living with HIV.)

Today is a day for the international community to acknowledge the great accomplishments of women around the world.

Today is also a day to consider the great challenges facing women in this day and age, and what our global community must do in order to promote gender equality and the empowerment of women.

Did you know?

A woman dies every minute from complications related to pregnancy and delivery. 99% of these deaths occur in the developing world.

60% percent of the adults living with HIV/AIDS in sub Saharan African are women.

Children of uneducated mothers have the highest risk of dying while in their childhood.

Roughly 100 to 140 million women in the world today have suffered female genital mutilation.

Today...

I am thankful for Jane, who oversees a women's vocational project in northern Uganda. Jane told me her story of how she ran for her life when the rebel army attacked her village. Today she radiates joy and hope as she helps women learn how to sew and introduces them to the love of Christ.

I am thankful for Eunice, in Mozambique. She helps coordinate programs for women in her area where they learn about how to nourish their families physically and spiritually and how to read and write. The women are also taught income generating skills in order to help their families financially.

I am thankful for mothers like Mariza, also in Mozambique, who work hard every day to make sure that their children go to school, have enough to eat, and grow up healthy.

"...I've seen it around the world, in the poorest countries and in countries riven with conflict...It is women who are key to breaking out of poverty, breaking out of stagnation...It's women who can contribute to achieving real security--not bombs and bullets and repressive governments."

Queen Noor of Jordan

Frightful...

The weather today is awful. Yesterday I drove about half an hour away to get my CPR recertified. The roads were perfect. This morning they are covered in slush and ice.

I tried to drive to Red Deer early today in order to attend one of my many upcoming orientation classes (oh, I am a nurse again. Have I mentioned that?). I spun out of control and hit the ditch about 2km away from Three Hills. I know it was 2km away because I came to a stop right by the sign that says, "Three Hills. Access. 2km." According to Lenny, the tow truck man, I am just one of many. Lenny had to postpone his efforts to get my car out of the ditch because 1)it was too dangerous to be on the highway, and 2) there were three roll overs that he needed to get to. Three! I hope everyone is alright. What a horrible day.

It felt just like my accident a few years ago, only there was no bridge to fall off of, just a nice, gently sloping ditch. Still, it scared me to death. I hate driving in the winter. I'm going to stay inside the rest of the day, drink tea, and remember not so long ago when everything was much sunnier.

A scruffy photo of me and my friend Kristi on safari. Riding atop the Land Cruiser is the only way to do it.

Hola...

I had planned to write some sort of touching "this is my final night in Uganda, allow me to reflect on my experiences" type of post on, well, my final night in Uganda, but that did not come to pass. Firstly, I spent the majority of my last day taking packed out public taxis down country roads, tromping through some nice, thick bush, and talking about bean farming. It was tiring. Then, that evening we went out for a last meal after which I had to actually finish packing. Then I almost missed my flight out of Uganda and then my flight out of London. Remind me to tell you how a Turkana Fighting Stick almost ruined my life (that's a hyperbole, by the way).

I am back in Canada. Right now I am in Vancouver with my friends Matt and Rames. Rames is at work during the day but Matt is home, on his reading break from grad school, and we chat about things like theistic evolution and the usefulness of higher Christian education as he tries to study and I try not to distract him too greatly. I really love visiting them.

So far coming home has been a very positive experience. Had I written my sentimental Uganda farewell post I probably would have talked about how nervous I was about returning to Canada. I've come home before after being absent for some time, and I've found that no one really saves your place in line, if you know what I mean. But, this time, I am rediscovering my place and its lovely.

I have much to write and stories to tell because God has been teaching me so much these days. Right now I am going to go eat Mexican food, but I will be back soon, possibly with pictures!

Decisions, decisions...

I keep laying awake at night

For hours

Thinking and praying about what to do next

I say, "God, where are You?"

He says, "Right inside you."

I say, "But how do I know that I'm listening to You in me and not to me in me?"

Thankfully God is patient with me when I ask these kinds of questions

More patient than I am in waiting for the answers

Usually around 1am I stumble upon a genius plan and fall asleep totally confident in my decision

But then I wake up

And my 1am plan looks rather shabby by the light of day

*Sigh*

Any thoughts?

Technical difficulties...

If anyone can tell me how to move the script from the top of my header to the bottom I would be greatly indebted to you. I just...I have no idea.

For the record...

I do try and update this thing more often. Sadly, fickle Internet connections continue to be my undoing. That being said, please bear with me as I attempt to catch up by offering another, somewhat longish post composed primarily of pictures of me on vacation.

Advent

The Christmas Preamble

Prior to the Christmas break I spent a lot of quality time with Microsoft Excel. Here I am losing my will to collate data and clearly looking for something to distract myself with.

Our last order of business in Kamwenge was planning the staff Christmas party. Here is a peek into the most intensely competitive game of Musical Chairs I have ever witnessed.

The Intern and the Stuka's Do Nairobi

Loved it, loved it, loved it.

This is one of my oldest and dearest friends. She and her husband Clayton are volunteering in Kenya for a few months and I took the bus to visit them for a few days prior to Christmas. Here we are at a market in Nairobi. She has some seriously impressive bartering skills. She was more or less my personal shopper.

Clayton, Esther and I decided to check out the restaurant Carnivore. Here we are surrendering our flag after eating our body weight in meat. We just couldn't handle any more!



Esther and I with a giraffe who posed so nicely for a picture.


He was so nice about the whole thing I let him give me a kiss.


Esther and I made a deal when we were in high school that when we were 50 we would travel to Africa together. Here we are celebrating that we kept our agreement 24 years ahead of schedule.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Here is Esther and I waiting for the bus to carry me away to Uganda.

Christmas Day!

Our homemade tree, stockings (imported from Canada by yours truly) and presents all handily tucked away in our room at the SP guesthouse in Kampala.

Zanzibar!
Our week long jaunt to the Spice Island


Shaquil, our faithful skipper who took us on his tiny boat to a little island for snorkeling, feeding giant tortoises, and laying on the beach. You can see a bit of the Stone Town ocean front in the background.

An old church in Stone Town. The town itself is a World Heritage Site. I loved meandering down all the little alleyways and streets and stumbling upon all sorts of charming things.

Snorkeling! This is a story in and of itself. One of many blog topics for another time. Let's just say our snorkeling destination turned out to be a little further from dry land that I had imagined (not evidenced by this photo, this is back on the beach. I can handle being in water up to my knees)

Midway through the first of my many sunburns.

Watching the sun go down at an outdoor cafe.

Stone Town's outdoor fish market. Every kind of fish your could imagine in kabob form. I don't even like seafood, but I thought this place was fantastic.

I really enjoy collecting shells. I find it so relaxing. I was always confused as a child as to how my mom could spend so much time patiently hunting for pebbles on the beach. I think I get it now, mom.

The view from the door of our cottage.

Our hotel's private beach. Gorgeous! My schedule for the day was totally dependent on the tides. Low tide...collect shells. Medium time...wander aimlessly in the water. High tide...frolic in the waves.

Maxin' and relaxin' in Zanzibar.

Home again. Tanned (er...burned to a crisp), bushy-haired (just realized I haven't been using conditioner for weeks. I should start reading the bottles) and apparently skeptical about life (except that I'm not skeptical, just curious).

We only have two weeks left in Uganda. Shocking. I feel like I have gained a lot from this internship and I am so glad that the Lord allowed me to have this experience. However, I am also so excited to see what is coming next. I would be glad to accept a more permanent position in East Africa but so far nothing is set in stone. It's so comforting to know that God has ordained my days and my seasons.

Right now I am in the process of finishing up our last few projects and figuring out how to say goodbye to our life and our friends here. I am also SO excited...to come back to winter! I never thought I would type those words, but it's true! I guess I am Canadian after all. I also can't wait to see all you dear ones. I am scheduled to arrive in Calgary the evening of Jan. 24 and will come home for a few days before I start my debriefing in Calgary with SP. Hope to see a lot of you...soon.

P.S.

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