He did it!

Doug and his buddies finished the half-marathon in 2 hours, 3 minutes. I can't even fathom running for that much time! Doug says he used to think marathon runners were crazy, but now he KNOWS they are.

He finished 185th in his age division and 1998th out of 4578. Sounds good to me!

Two other ladies and I with a total of 8 children got in two vehicles after breakfast to make it to the finish line in time.

We were three blocks away, when a couple of them passed us. I got my camera up as fast as I could, only to get this.














Doug's in the long-sleeve gray shirt on the right running down an very steep hill.

Caleb was so proud of his daddy. He wore Doug's medal all day and slept with it last night.














If you want Doug's play by play, you can go to http://web.me.com/dtaylor274/Site/Blog/Blog.html

I think it will be posted soon.

Cultural Worship

Every Sunday night, we have a cultural worship service for all the people here.

I believe I told you about the first one. The entire service was done in Spanish.

The second culture night we had was African. I was in a group with 6 other journey girls, led by a lady who knew a little Swahili, and we sang two Swahili songs.

Here I am in my Africa dress. Our song leader thought it would be “great” if I sang and danced with a baby on my back. One lady who has served in West Africa, had her “real” baby on her back, and it was adorable because she was in a little ball on her back.









Kylie’s American Girl didn’t ball up quite as nicely, for some reason. By the end of our two songs, her doll’s feet had slid lower than comfortable, but amazingly enough, she was in there so well, I don’t think she would have ever fallen out. A lady who had lived in Botswana for 10 years tied her up on me, and she did a great job.

I think I told you about Africa worship in a former letter, so I won’t re-cap. I just found this picture on my camera that Doug had taken, and I thought I’d pass it on.

Our third culture night was Indian. It was a lot of fun. The kids ages 4 and under were allowed to run around wherever they wanted, just like in India…somewhat distracting. The women sat on one side with the older kids and the men sat on the other side, we were all barefoot, and the women had their heads covered. Namaste!

A little 4-year old girl in Karis’ class is going to India, and she let Karis borrow one of her saris. Isn’t it beautiful?




















And I took a brown Crayola marker, and drew “henna” on the girls’ hands.


















After India culture night, we drank chai and ate "digestives" (a cookie similar to what my old neighbor Foza used to give us with her tea).


As a side note, our children study each of the cultures of the kids represented in their class each week.

When Karis studied India, she tried Indian food, and the teacher drew “henna” on their hands with ballpoint pen, and they got to dress up in saris. So she asked me to do henna on her hand for the Indian service (and she wants to get some real henna when we get to Africa ☺).

When her class was dressed up in their saris, they pretended to charm a rubber snake coming out of a basket. We got pictures of all of these events, and we hang them on our bulletin board.





























When Karis studied Spain, her class pretended to be bulls and run through a red cloth. They also tried Spanish food.

Karis’ class spends one week on each country. Caleb, on the other hand, is just reviewing a country a day, and then they will be done.

Monday, they read about Austria and made a mural of the Alps.
Tuesday, they read about China and made a Chinese fish kite.
Wednesday, they read about Yemen and made a Yemen prayer rug.
Thursday, they read about Spain and made a paper fan.
Today, they read about Serbia and made
Uganda must be some time next week.

Kylie is doing a lot of stuff that mirrors the lessons Doug and I are doing, on a lower level. They are learning what the church is, memorizing scripture, setting goals for their first year in country, learning how to share their faith with scripture or storying, trying different foods, and studying different cultures. Each of the students in her class has to be the “famous reporter” from their country and people group and report on it. Kylie will present her report on Uganda on November 18th.

This week, she went on a field trip to four foreign markets in Richmond. Indian, African, Chinese, and European. They had to write down what they saw, smelled, touched, and who they would pray for as a result of what they saw.

We gave Kylie $5 to spend, and she and another girl pooled their money and bought some things that they split up later (and it was not the octopus they saw in the Chinese market). The teachers bought food at each market that the children got to try the next day at school.

Tonight was an Asian culture service. Kylie and Karis joined with other older children to sing “Jesus Loves Me” in Chinese, because in their culture, they like to have children perform. The girls did really well. Here is my first ever video - it's the girls practicing for the evening.

"JESUS LOVES ME" IN CHINESE

16 more shots we're done with

Since Doug and I've been to Africa semi-recently, we've had Typhoid and Yellow Fever shots. So today, all we had to get was a TB skin test and our 2nd Rabies.

The kids had to get all 4. Their arms are a little sore, but they played hard this evening with another girl a year older than Kylie who is spending the night with us, and I think all the activity will help them tomorrow.

Doug is running a half marathon tomorrow...his first. I am so proud of him. He and another guy (the father of the girl who is spending the night) run every morning except Friday. Doug gets up at 5:45, and they run several miles. On Saturday, they do longer runs.

A bunch of guys from here will be running. The race starts at 7:30 Eastern time, and I was going to track him on-line at http://www.richmondmarathon.com/, but the "tracking" part of the website is blocked for all of us who live out here. So I'm trying to find a vehicle. If I get to go, I'll take a picture or two.






Ironic (and funny), isn't it?

MaMusu's

The Sub-Saharan African peoples went on a field trip Wednesday night to a Liberian African restaurant. We had the option to get someone to watch our kids, but we and the other family with kids going to Africa, opted to take ours.

We left at 5pm, and of course, hit traffic. I rode in the back of a van with the kids, and with all the stop and go traffic, and the fact that I needed food, I got pretty sick.

I ended climbing up to the 2nd seat and crouched by the door and leaned my head on Kylie’s pillow. Getting out in the cold rain when we arrived refreshed me a little, but not enough.

MaMusu had opened her restaurant just for us, and had made a huge buffet of Liberian food. (Right to Left) White rice to cover with chicken cooked in peanut sauce; jollof rice (supposed to be really spicy, but hers was a little tame); beans and chicken (kind of spicy, but good), and plantains. Sorry the picture is so dark. I didn't feel good enough to re-take it.



Karis and Caleb loved the jollof rice (and I found a recipe on-line), and Doug assures me the chicken in the beans was incredible. I tried it all except the chicken in the peanut sauce and the chicken in the beans. I could only pick at the food, and I was so sad. Kylie enjoyed the peanut sauce and the beans. My favorite was probably the easiest on my tummy – the plantains – plus it reminded me of when my mom makes them.

Where we live (sort of)

This is our Quad, where four "units" live.




These are snaps of the kids rooms I took 4 weeks ago when we arrived - there are more things on the walls now.









This is our kitchenette. We live in a handicap suitable quad, so we don't have an oven or under the cabinet storage like others.




















This is Kylie's school, taken from our front sidewalk.













This is the playground out our front door (there are three playgrounds on campus for after school play)










And this is one view of the lake. I'm sorry I forgot to take pictures when the leaves where all bright yellow and orange. Oops!

Last week's update (Days 21-26)

I have had several people tell me that my Hep B shot should not have hurt as bad as it did, and they wondered if I had gotten my shot in a nerve. How likely is that scenario? Is that possible? Nurses?

Anyway, this week should be okay for Doug and I, but not so good for the kids. Since Doug and I have already been to Africa, we only need a second rabies shot and a TB skin test. I didn't even bother finding out what all they kids had to have. I'd rather not have to think about it that long. I'll let you know after Friday...

I didn't update a lot last week (and I shouldn't be doing it now), but my homework will still be there when I'm done typing.

Right now, Doug and I are working on a "plan" for our Washington D.C. trip we have to take as an assignment. We have a checklist of things we have to do and observe while we are there, and before we go, we have to send in a report about where we are going, what and where we will eat (has to be something culturally ethnic we've never had before), and how we will accomplish our goals.

In case you didn't know, it takes a long time to research a city you hardly know anything about except the historical highlights. And I've never thought about searching for a people group in a city, have you? Quite interesting.













We spent quite a few days last week learning about Bible Storying. It was good for Doug and I (and several others) because this is the main mode of teaching we will be using in Africa.

We will be “battling story with story” as we try to replace a false cultural theology with a Biblical story. One example might be a tribal culture story where they believe that the concept of forgiveness requires a mediator. Our task would be to replace that cultural story with truth about the one and only mediator, Jesus Christ, by telling His story. There are many examples of common themes like this in different cultures and religions I'm learning about as I read more.

Another interesting praise that was new to me was how cross-cultural God made His Word. For example, King Saul was described as a “head and shoulder” above other men. For a Pygmy, this may be 5 feet; for a Massai, it may be 6’ 6”. It relates to both cultures perfectly, just like God. Another example was a woman in the Bible being described as “beautiful of face and form.” This could mean thin, heavy, tattooed, plain, etc. depending on which people group is reading His Word. Isn't He good?!

Another session we had last week was just with the Sub-Saharan Africa peoples, and we discussed culture shock. For two hours (and we needed more), we talked about all the things that can and will put us in culture shock, and how we WILL slide down into a depressed state. The not so funny part is that we filled the white board with all the things that will be “shocks” to us, and our leaders said we would have pits in EVERY category. Doesn’t that sound fun? They cautioned us to never make decisions while we are in the “pit” and ready to go home, and I think we all decided to have our company’s counseling number on speed dial.


Just for grins! Although you would have to click on it to really appreciate it.












I really love how everything the company does is based on the Word of God. When the Vice President came to talk to us about our security overseas, he used scripture to back up everything the company does. And even though Doug and I are going to one of the “Chronic Severe” threat countries, I feel safe knowing the steps the company takes everyday to ensure the safety of its people on the field. But above and beyond that, I'm in God’s hands.

As a side note, if you are ever traveling overseas, you can register with the State Dept on-line at https://travelregistration.state.gov/ibrs/ui/, and they will be able to contact you while you are overseas if they feel there is something you need to know about for safety.

Hepatitis B - not my friend

If getting the disease Hepatitis B feels anything like the shot, I'm staying as far away from that stuff as possible!

I haven't been in this much pain since I pulled my back out.

I could not get out of bed this morning until Doug brought me some medicine and I let it get in my system.

I was able to get around all day as we did "stuff," but I was always aware of the pain. I should have had MUCH more sympathy for my children when they had to get this last year! Bad mom!

Doug got Hep A and B, rabies, and a polio booster. He said the rabies hurt him, but he got up and ran 9 miles this morning with his running buddy. (They are training for a half marathon, so they run every morning at 5:45 except Friday and Sunday!) Maybe running helped move all that medicine around, even though he is still sore.

I had asked people to pray for the trauma of the shots for my kids, but next time, I'll be wiser and ask for the soreness and achy ness to not be so severe. All of my children cried today when someone touched their arm or picked them up or just grazed them, and two of them were up last night at different times needing Motrin.

We go at it again next Friday, but Doug is going to try to get his shots moved to Tuesday since his half marathon is next Saturday. It would stink if he had to run while battling the effects of the typhoid or yellow fever shot.

I'll keep you posted.

Like a Vacuum...

My pastor's wife in Yoakum gave me some great advice on how to spend some time with my girls individually...go to the quilting quad.

Do you remember me mentioning that before? About how I wasn't going to go near it because so many people had been sucked in, and they never returned? Well...

I took the advice, and I got sucked in just like a vacuum, and it was actually a wonderful experience.

Karis went first and we picked out the three fabrics she wanted to make a pillow case out of. It was so relaxing in there.

Beautiful fabrics, patient teachers, encouraging learnings, and CHOCOLATE!

The unbelievable part was that after we picked out the fabrics, one of the three "quilting quad helpers" took it and told me she would cut them for me, give the cuff to another "helper" to monogram Karis' name, and I could come back the next day and just sew.

Wow! I remember my mom cutting patterns. That's half the battle right there.

Anyway, I did as I was told, and they did as they promised. The funny part is when they gave me step by step instructions the following night, they included things like, "Just sew a quarter inch seam all the way down."

Uh...I haven't sat at a sewing machine since I made a pillow at my great aunt's house when I was still in jr. high, but I spoke not.

My first clue that I was going to have issues is that I started sewing and I hadn't put the foot down, but at least Karis and I got to talk some more as I pulled out all those stitches...

I will show you proof that I not only finished Karis', but Kylie and I completed one together two days later. The are really cute, but they are sleeping on them right now, so I feel I should wait until tomorrow to take the picture.







Did I mention that I've picked out material to make myself a market bag for Africa?



Yep...like a vacuum...