3/5/13
Ok so here’s
the deal. I never thought I’d even be a blogging person at all. I never have
thought that the things of my simple life were worth posting on the World Wide
Web for anyone to read. My life felt normal and why would any normal person
feel like they needed to share their life with everyone else. But then I
decided I was going to move to Africa and that actually didn’t feel normal at
all. That’s when I decided I would start one of those trendy tell-all pages
known as blogs. It made sense. I was about to embark on this crazy African life
where every day was going to be new and blog-worthy and it was going to be the
easiest way for me to keep everyone updated who actually cared about what I was
doing over here on this side of the world. Now, I’ll admit when I first got
here I felt like every day was new
and blog-worthy and I wanted everyone to know about how funny my life is these
days. I wanted everyone to know about this vastly different culture I’ve been
immersed in and the different things that happen on a daily basis. I was
ambitious and thought I’d be an avid blogger. As you and I both know that
ambition quickly turned to reality and I’ve failed as a blogger. When I had the
chance to be home for 2 weeks in February I was scolded several times by
various people (Ms. Elizabeth Blankenship was the most passionate) about the
lack of posts that I’ve provided. I’d like to take this time to defend myself
and report the reason why I’ve begun to slack is because once again my life
feels normal. I don’t want this to come across as a negative thing. On the contrary,
it’s a beautiful thing. I am so incredibly thankful for normalcy. It makes me
realize that I am just living life here with and for the people.
So after
putting so much emphasis on the fact that I feel normal here, I would like to
share with you some of the “normal” parts of my life that I am so deeply
thankful for…
I love the
playful banter between my students and me. I love the way we argue every day
about whether my name is Mandy or Monday and how they are NOT the same. And
then when they giggle because they know the difference and they brought it up
to see me get heated. I love the way Mohammed from my 5B class speaks to me in
jibberish and when I speak it back he just nods and pretends like he
understands what I’m saying. I loved the way Sebele gasped “Mandy!” the first
time I saw her on the road after I was gone for 3 weeks and then she just
giggled throughout our entire embrace. I love when Selam writes “You are 32
crazies” in her exercise book when I’m checking for homework and SHE HASN’T EVEN
DONE HER HOMEWORK and then the look on her face when she discovers I’ve written
her back saying “You are 108 crazies.” I love sitting at the flag pole during
free time after 3rd period and being surrounded by 5th
and 6th graders and everyone else wondering why it’s even happening
but those of us hanging out know it’s just because we’re friends. I love
getting the chance to make animal noises in grade 6 because we’re learning
about animals and why the heck not??? I love getting the opportunity to act as
the school clinic and bandage the wounds of so many kids in the school. It’s
always a sweet moment of trust and care. So there you have it folks a normal
day in the life of Mandy Bolling.
As I reflect
on the normalcy of life and how even the most mundane of instances can hold
such beauty, I just can’t stop thinking about the fact that Jesus lived for
THIRTY YEARS as a normal human being before he “started” his ministry (although
we all know he was anything but normal). I imagine that he lived in a place that
was really similar to where I live now and was just like the children I get the
chance to know now. You know doing normal things like walking with his donkey
and cart as they haul things to market once or twice a week, or making a trek
to the river or well to lug huge containers of water back to his house so that
his mother can cook and clean, or sleeping on a grass mat on the floor without
a pillow that gets rolled away during the day because his bedroom is the same
as the living room, kitchen, dining room, and study. Jesus’ 33 year long
residency upon this Earth has made me realize how cool it is to get to live
life with people. Just to walk through the scrapes and bruises these kids allow
me to mend, to be with them as they let their imaginations run wild when they
think we hold a secret language, to have on-going jokes the neither party gets
tired of making, to eat meals together, to exchange stories, and to just know.
All I’m
saying is that it would be cool enough for the God of the universe to humble
himself for just the duration of his 3-year ministry, but how incredible is it
that he lived here for 30 years prior to that?! That’s 8 years longer than I’ve
even been alive! Could we ask for a better example for relational ministry?
Here’s to hoping we allow the Holy Spirit to give us the courage to follow His
lead!
Thank you
for caring enough to read about what’s happening over here and then my rambling
thoughts (maybe that’s why I never should’ve been a blogger in the first
place.) May God bless you. For real.
I love you!!!! Thank you so much for the shout out! I know exactly what you are talking about when you are just getting to hang out with the kids and laugh when you are teaching and writing silly notes back to them... that is how I felt about you when you were in school. It is a joy when you have those moments. It was wonderful to see you and I am thrilled that I pressured you into writing more.
ReplyDeleteTeaching about Africa starting on Friday! So we will be talking and thinking about you often.
Lots of Love, Blanks