Recent Happenings

Here is a quick update of my life recently:

Nurse & Translator

The past few weeks several medical volunteer teams have come to Senegal. They hosted 2 vaccination days for the talibe boys where we gave out over 200 yellow fever and tetnus shots. Basic medical care is such an overwhelming need in Senegal. I spent the majority of my time helping with first aid and running from place to place helping translate with the small amount of Wolof I speak. You learn fast when you have no other choice.

 Cooking Lessons

Meet Diami. I have known her for years and love this lady so much! She comes to our apartment twice a week to teach us Wolof and we arranged for her to come early one day to teach us to make yassa! Yassa is my favorite Senegalese dish with rice, fish or chicken, and an onion sauce.

My roommate, Erin, and I facing our fears and pealing the raw shrimp

Outreach Weekend....girls are tougher than they look

The weekend of Thanksgiving a large team from FCA High School in Colorado came to Senegal to help with Outreach weekend. On Outreach weekend all the missionaries in the area pack up and head out into the bush 4 hours away to dedicate their time to serving people outside of villages or ministries they have been assigned. We spent 3 nights camping out on rooftops under the stars. We split up into several different teams which were: VBS and drama for kids, foundation, medical, paint, benches, and bricks.
I had offered to join whatever team needed the most help, so I ended up on the brick crew that was helping building homes. Go figure the only girls on the building crews were the two smallest ones on the entire team. For the first hour, we both stood in the back looking at each other with confused faces and feeling lost next to all the men running past us with shovels. But don't doubt us girls.....we're tougher than we look! By the end of the day, we were working our muscles and made several bricks from scratch with zero help from anyone. So, if I'm ever in a situation one day where I'm in the middle of nowhere and have to build myself a house out of bricks, I'll survive! I've got this down---from the mixing sand, cement, and water to pounding it into molds.

Sunday morning church. The mural on the back wall of Jesus under the tree was painted by our team

The Power of Prayer


At the end of the work days on Outreach we would host a nightly campaign in the village. Our group stood under the baobab tress and sang worship songs in French, Wolof, Sereer, and English. Then we did a skit and the pastor would preach the good news. Afterwards, he would ask anyone who was willing to accept to come forward. For many people, this was the first time they had ever heard this story. While the pastor was preaching, my friend Lizzie and I prayed together continuously. We prayed that God would move in the hearts of those hearing the message, we prayed for the pastor, for the country, for each other, for our lives to be used to glorify God, and whatever else came to mind. Neither of us can remember how much time went by and the words just kept coming. Soon, someone came and told us it was time to go. We missed most of what happened that night. On the van ride home, another missionary began to fill us in. At the campaign when the pastor asked those who believed to come forward the place fell silent and no one stepped forward. Until, one man stepped into the spotlight. The crowd was shocked because that one man was the most important man of all. The village chief.
The village chief is almost like our president. He is in a place of the highest honor and respect.
God showed me that night just how powerful He really is. He can perform miracles if we simply ask.

Someone Who Gets It


Over Outreach weekend I met a very sweet girl who I instantly connected with and we became the best of friends. Her name is Lizzie and she is a student at FCA who lived here last fall as an exchange student. Last month, she was able to return for 2 weeks with the team from her school. I can't describe to you the incredible feeling of finally meeting someone who I can relate with and who shares some of my same experiences----someone who gets it. From the first time Lizzie stepped foot in Africa she fell in love with this country and the people. Except, like me, she had a time limit and had to return to the States. She has spent more time here than just a short term mission trip which makes your connection here much stronger and much harder to say goodbye. When she arrived back home it no longer felt like "home" and her friends and the people around her did not understand. It's hard to explain to people that you feel more comfortable living in a third world culture than in your own American culture. Lizzie's heart still aches to stay in Africa, but she must return. We also had many other things in common and loved talking. She is hoping to major in nursing at Biola so she can go on the mission field one day and help others. I know God has big plans for this girl with such a big heart. I'll be praying for you Lizzie!

Meeting Lizzie was like a breath of fresh air, but still....only partially. One thing I have struggled with since coming here is finding a place to fit in. I'm not a married woman with kids, I'm not a high school student who's parents are missionaries, and I'm not a single who is in my late 20's and nearing 30. Those are the only categories that all the people around me fall into. Guess you could say this place is lacking in college students. Then again, how many students would want to take a year off and move to Africa? It's not exactly a popular idea. But, even if it was, none of them would be like me. Sometimes I sit and wonder if there is one, just one other person, anywhere on this planet who has grown up like me. I was a missionary kid by choice. It was not my parent's career, but I adopted a family and wanted to become a missionary myself. I spent 9 summers of my childhood life in Senegal. That's a lot of time for a little kid. I came back to the same place and saw the same people every year. People recognized me and knew me as "the girl who lives here in the summer". My life began to feel split in half and I didn't have as many friends in America because of it. It can be hard at times because there is no one I can talk to who will fully get it. None of this is to say that I'm special or should be viewed as such. I'm just a normal girl like everyone else who happens to have a different story. Now, God has brought me back to the place I've always dreamed of living and I know He will use me for who I am.

Village Walk & Talk

One of the busiest weekends yet has recently been wrapped up! It was filled with work at the talibe center, a missions meeting, dinner with friends, and the first ever Village Walk and Talk. I'm a bit tired now, but it was worth every minute!

During my visit last summer, I spent some time at the boarding and day school called Dakar Academy. The majority of the students are missionary kids from Dakar and different parts of Africa. Some were born here and have spent very little time in the States. Africa has become their home. I quickly made several friends and it has been such a blessing to have them here. They are a group of young students who are thriving for God and instantly made me feel welcome.

Over time, I discovered something I would have never expected to find. As I talked with the students and got to know them better, I became aware at how little they know about the environment they are living in. School and the activities that revolve around it has become their world. I was shocked when I realized I know more about the culture and customs of Senegal than some who have spent their entire life here.

God laid it on my heart to give these students the opportunity to get involved in a ministry. There was already a program called Walk and Talk available, but only for their neighborhood. Walk and Talk is a way of outreach where the students simply walk around the neighborhood, hand out food, and make friends. I considered expanding this into the villages. I didn't know for sure what this would look like or how it would work. But I went ahead and took the next step. I contacted a teacher and received permission to take a small group of students with me into the village. I spent the week preparing and inviting people to come.

Saturday morning I arrived at the school at 10:00 to take everyone in taxis to the village. I wasn't sure how many people would want to come because it was what DA calls a free-weekend. On free-weekend the school is not allowed to plan any activities and there are no games, so it gives the students a chance to rest. Still, 4 students showed up right on time and ready to go. We all piled into a taxi and headed to the village,  Yoff, which is one the largest villages in Dakar and one of the most spiritually oppressed.

We took a soccer ball and bubbles and spent the day playing with kids on the beach. Kids were smiling and laughing like never before. It's not every day that a bunch of white people will come into their village to splash in the waves and crawl on their hands and knees building sandcastles with them. While I was in the water holding a smaller child, I turned around to the sound of boys yelling out. Lemme tell you.....the sight of little Africans chasing a crab up and down the shore with a bunch of American teenage boys running along behind them hunched down and joining in the shouts of joy is HILARIOUS! One thing I have learned is that boys will be boys no matter what country you're in.

After we all decided that we were tired and sandy enough for the day, one of the students bought water for everyone and we spent the afternoon visiting with the children's parents. They were very thankful that we had spent time loving on their kids and invited us to come back soon. I definitely feel like doors are being opened and some great relationships are being built. I'm hoping to continue this and make it a monthly event. The students agreed and others have said they would love to come along next time. Praise God for the successful Village Walk and Talk #1!

Sights Around the City

The most western point of Africa

Popular mode of transportation: a rapide bus or taxi

The new statue built by President Wade

Everyone preparing for the Muslim holiday, Tabaski. It's hard to see from this picture, but there are rams stuffed inside the van as well. It strangely reminds me of Christmas.....instead of families going to pick out a tree, they go and search for the best ram. 

Burdens Become Blessings

As Erin and I were driving through the streets on the way home from working at the community center, I looked outside the window at my surroundings. There were goats standing in the middle of the road, cars and mopeds in every direction cutting people off, vendors waving items for sale in the air, and beggars in need. It was nothing out of the ordinary, all part of the lifestyle I’ve become so used to.

A small boy walked towards our truck and on his shoulder rested the hand of a blind man, most likely his father. His clothes were dirty and torn. They both looked tired, as if they had been walking in the heat of the sun all day. I rolled down the window to hand him a coin. As I looked into his face, my heart broke for him as it does for so many I see on the streets. Except today was different....I really saw him for the first time. The reality of his situation, along with countless numbers of Senegalese, sunk in. None of them have a choice. This little boy did not choose to be here leading a blind man, but was expected to. Children here do not grow up dreaming of what they want to become because they are rarely given a choice about their future. It is a known fact that if you are a boy you will find whatever job available to provide for your family. Usually this would be a fisherman, carpenter, tailor, or vendor. If you are a girl, you are expected to cook, clean, and raise the children. It is the way of life and survival. If you are unfortunate enough to be born with a disability, then your chances of ever finding a job are slim and you are forced onto the streets to beg. They are all living in a hopeless world. I can see in their eyes no belief of it one day becoming better.

Even in their religion, there is no hope. Whether they enter heaven or hell is all dependent upon if their good works outweigh their bad. I cannot imagine going through each day and not knowing for certain. How amazing would it be for them to understand that they can make the most important choice of their lives, right now? They can decide between life and death. No matter whom they are: man, woman, or child they can make that decision and no one can take it away from them. I want to share this with as many as I can, giving them something to live for.  

Recently I have been stressed about my future decisions. I am certain God is using this year not only as a ministry for the here and now, but also to teach me how I can best apply my skills and passion to serve once I leave this place. Still, the same questions run through my mind over and over again like someone is pressing the replay button. What should I major in at college? What school will I go to? Will I return to Texas? All the options can be overwhelming and I desperately want to choose the right one God has for me. Sometimes the pressure to pick a career and succeed can be enough to make me want to throw my arms in the air and yell “I’m done!” Today, after realizing how blessed I am to have any choice at all, I became so grateful. At that moment, God turned all my burdens to blessings. 

What is a Talibe?

Whenever you visit Senegal, one of the first people you will come in contact with is a talibe. Talibes are boys between the ages of 3-16 who spend their days begging on the streets for money. You will recognize them by the red tomato can they carry in their hands for collecting coins. How did they end up there? Well, often their families were financially unable to feed them and take care of them. In other cases, they believe it is the best way for them to learn to be a devout Muslim. The word "talibe" means follower. So, they are becoming followers of Islam and the Koran. Whatever the reason may be, the parents send their boys to live with the religious leader of the village called a marabout. Very few talibes know who their parents are or where they live. In the mornings, they are taught to memorize the Koran and in the afternoons they roam the city, crossing busy streets, and begging for money. Living conditions for the talibes are some of the lowest among the people. At night, large numbers of boys will be packed into one room to sleep on mats in the sand. Many suffer from skin diseases, malaria, and other health problems. While some marabouts treat their boys as students and do their best to meet their basic needs, others are not so generous. If a boy disobeys or returns from the streets without enough money he could be beaten.

A large part of my ministry during my stay here involves the talibes. Several times a week I have been working at centers that provide safety and supplies for the boys. They are able to come and receive food, medical care, and showers. It is a place where they can be kids and have fun, if only for a few hours. We also take advantage of this time to show them God's love and share stories from the Word. I ask that you please remember the talibes in your prayers. Pray also for a renewed energy for each worker at the center.

Gorée Island

At the end of August, I took a trip to Gorée Island which is a short distance from the coast. Gorée used to be known as the main center of trade between slaves. It is the most western point of Africa which made it easy to load slaves onto ships and send them to other countries. One slave house still remains on the island as a historical site. Here are a few photos from the trip:

Inside one of the rooms that held up to 50 slaves

"The Door of No Return"

Missions Retreat

During the week of August 23-28 my roommate, Erin, and I left to do a children's program at a missions retreat. We traveled about two hours out of the busy city of Dakar and faced the bumpy roads. Only in Africa does one drive beside the road, instead of on it, to avoid the potholes. But no worries, we arrived safely in the small city of Lac Rose, also known as pink lake. A short ways from the ocean sits a lagoon with water that actually appears pink due to the large amounts of salt.

The children's program was a huge success. We spent the week doing a type of VBS with stories, games, crafts, and movies. We taught the kids about prayer and explained how it is simply talking to God. By the end of the week, we had built some great relationships and I was sad to say goodbye.

This camel for whatever reason did not like me. I'm pretty sure I heard him growling at me.

This little boy gave us lots of giggles throughout the week. He found this kitten and it became his best friend.  Right before I snapped this picture, he was singing to it and rocking it back and forth in his arms. Next thing I know he's saying, "Tante, tante (Auntie Auntie), look!" I turn around to find him standing and holding the cat while he pretends to strum it as he yells, "It's a guitar!"

Movie nights were a hit!

To the Airport: Ready for Takeoff

My family and I left DFW airport on August 13th bright and early. My amazing friends woke up and came to the airport to say goodbye. I love them all so much and miss them!! Be jealous, cause they're the best. It was a sad time, but I'm excited to see where we all will be a year from now.

We flew to New York and then straight to Dakar, Senegal. Praise God there were no complications and all our luggage made it. You would never believe the problems that can occur on international trips. It felt like a longer flight than past years. Maybe it was nerves...thankfully I was able to get some sleep.

We arrived the next morning at 6:00am and were greeted at the airport by some special people I call family, Maggie and Kyle, along with a couple good friends. From there, my parents and I split ways and I was brought to my apartment and new home for the year. To say I was excited is a bit of an understatement. I was full of so much joy to finally be here. Everyone kept waiting for jet lag to hit me, but I proved them wrong and it never did. How could I even think about sleeping when I just moved to Senegal??

Saying goodbye to Regan, Kaylen, and Sara

My last Starbucks before boarding the plane

And we're off!!

                         

Moving in

Meet Wia. The sweet, but sassy kitty living with me for the year

Packing, Packing, Packing

The last two weeks before I left the country was complete craziness!! I can't even begin to describe how overwhelmed I was. I can honestly say I've never squeezed so much into such a short amount of time. There were doctor visits, dentist appointments, getting my passport renewed, a fundraiser, packing, and goodbyes. Least to say, I took a deep sigh of relief when I finally sat down on the plane.

It was a complete miracle that this bag actually zipped!

Our last family game night for awhile

 

Welcome to My Adventure

Hey Everyone!

As many of you know, I am currently living in Senegal, West Africa as a missionary for one year. I arrived on August 14th and have learned so many things since then. God is working in amazing ways, not only in the lives of the people I am ministering to, but in my own life as well.

I always said that I would never do a blog, yet here I am posting! It took me two months, but I finally gave in. It may take me awhile, but I will do my best to back track and get you caught up to date.

Please continue to keep me in your prayers. I would also love to hear how each one of you are doing.

In Christ,
Hayden