Sunday, March 29, 2009

"I am the one who was missing - I am Micas who was lost a long time ago!"

Do You Believe In Miracles???

If you didn't before, I have a story to tell you that just might make you believe!  It's not my story, it's Micas' . . . DSCF3247-1

Micas (pronounced mee-cush) is one of our older youth.  He has lived in our center since about 2000.   Before that, well, let's go way back.

Micas grew up with his parents with several older and one younger brother in Inhambane, about 8 hours north of here.   When Micas was a three years old, his parents decided to separate and his father took him with him to go live with another woman.  I can't recall all of the ins and outs that followed but after his father went to look for work in South Africa, his step-mother didn't want him to continue living with her so he lived with a series of different people.  At one point, he was a young boy living on the street when a kind woman brought him to live with her family because she saw he was desperate and alone. 
I think he wound up living in four or five different homes, each one taking him further and further from his family.  He was living on the streets of Maputo, eight hours from home, when he came to live in our center in 2000, when he was about 12 years old. 

In 2002, he and some of our staff traveled the eight hours to Inhambane to look for his family.  The home he could remember was of his step-mother but they discovered she had died so they returned with no information. 

Just last year, in 2008, he returned again to look for them but since he was only three when he left his mother, he couldn't remember enough to find anyone.  He decided that he needed to quit looking and just accept that he will not know his family and will just walk thru life with God and the "family" he has made at our center. 
Micas has grown up to be a very responsible, kind and smart young man.  He loves the Lord and is growing in his faith, he has served as a Chefe in the dorms (an assistant to the Educator in charge of the dorm) and he has never given the leadership any trouble.  He DSCF2991currently takes a course in the mornings, works here in our gardens in the afternoon and goes to school to finish high school at night.
About a year or so ago, our ministry was given a gift of some property by the government about 30 minutes from here.  It was a large plot of undeveloped land in a fairly rural area.  There were other people living in the area but it's not densely populated by any means.  Our ministry decided to build some homes for our older youth who have no family they can live with as well as some pastors and form a small community there.  It is often difficult for our older youth to leave the closeness of our center to live on their own so living with others nearby has been much more effective for them. 
Micas was blessed with one homes there. 

Last month, Micas went to the local kiosk that sells cold drinks and small snacks.  He asked the young boy who was there with his mother for a cold drink.  The boy asked him, "would you like me to open that for you?"  Micas replied, "yes, as I haven't brought a bottle to exchange for it so I have to drink it here."  He stepped to the side to drink his soda and overheard the boy talking with his mother.
"Mama, this man sounds just like Tio Arone. He has the same voice!"  Well this caught Micas' attention because he has a brother named Arone and it isn't a common name.  So he began to listen more closely.  The boy kept saying to his mother how much Micas sounded like his uncle.

Finally, Micas asked the boy, "what are you saying young boy?"  And the boy replied, "your voice sounds just like my Uncle Arone."  Micas asked, "do you have other uncles?" and the boy replied, "yes," and Micas asked, "what are their names?" and the boy replied "Antonio", "Fernando", etc. . ."  (I've forgotten these names so I inserted common Mozambican names.)

And Micas, undoubtedly with head spinning, thought "Those are my brothers names!"

He then asked the name of their father and the name of their mother and, well you've guessed it by now - they were his parents names!!!
Then the young boy said, "There is just one uncle missing, he disappeared long ago and has never been found."

And Micas was able to reply - "I am the one who was missing, I am Micas who was lost a long time ago!!!"

I'll write that again, just because I can -

"I am the one who was missing,

I am Micas who was lost a long time ago!!!"

I've heard this story three times now and even as I write this, I never fail to cry.  I am moved to tears of joy and wonder as I think of what a miracle this story is and the wonder of God's ways!  To think, a young boy just thought that his VOICE sounded like his uncles!!!  How amazing is that!  And that after all these years, family ended up living in the same small area, that just happened to have been given to the ministry as a gift.  And that the ministry happened to decide to bless Micas with a home there!

Well, I know that none of this just happened!  The Lord "directs our steps" according to Proverbs 16:9 and also He knows the plans he has for us and he knew the plans he had and has for Micas. 

As I've pondered "why did he have to wait so long to be reunited?" I've been reminded me of something very important.  God is interested primarily in building his Kingdom for all eternity.  While He cares for our life on this earth, He is much more interested in calling people into his kingdom who will be with him forever, not for the relatively short time here on earth. 

So perhaps Micas would never have come to know him as his loving heavenly father and savior had he not come to live in our Christian center.  Perhaps if he'd lived here a short time, he might be familiar with God but not intimate with him.  Perhaps God allowed him to be here for this exact time to bring him to a place a maturity and faith that will Micas will carry with him into eternity.  And perhaps his whole family will join him there thru the power of his testimony!  It's certainly not for me to know why things happen the way they do, I am just pondering!

Shortly after Micas met this boy and discovered his family, he made the journey to Inhambane to meet his mother and the rest of his family. Oh, wouldn't you have loved to be there to see the rejoicing and celebrating that lasted for days?!?  Micas discovered that at every family event or gathering his mother would say "but there is one that is missing, we are not complete without my son Micas." She never stopped hoping to find her son but had no idea where to look.  Well, she doesn't need to hope anymore, she has found him! 

And next week, she is coming here to see where he has grown up!!!
Last week, Micas also went to the city, Maputo, to meet one of his brothers and another relative who have been living there, only 40 minutes away, for years!

Micas shared his testimony in church this week and our whole center is rejoicing with him at the miracle of his finding his family!  I am honored to share this amazing work of the Lord with my friends and readers so you can rejoice with him as well! 

Let us give thanks to our God and Father for He is good and his love endures forever!!!

I know this has been a LONG post but it isn't complete without asking you to pray for these four boys who have lived in my dorm until this January when they moved to the older dorm.  Each one of them came from another children's center with absolutely NO known family.  Imagine how awful that would feel - not a cousin or aunt or sibling let alone parents.  That would be hard in any country but in this family-oriented country is would be very difficult for their future not to have anyone.  Please pray that God does a miracle in his perfect timing for each one of them as well!IMG_3493


Betinho Orlando,

about 14 years old.

He thinks his mother's name is Maria.





Joao Albertino,

about 12 years old.

Found begging at the airport when he was about five years old.



Joyful Joao!


Joao Macamo,

about 15 years old.

Joao is developmentally delayed.  He won't ever be able to live independently.




Nelson Machava,

about 13 years old. 

Even his last name is likely not his own - it is the name of the town he was found in. 


Thank you for praying for these precious boys and for your generous support which allows us to be here, providing the family for them until theirs can be found!

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Six Years!

me pedro samito fran 2003Wow, I can't believe that this year marks six years of being here with Iris Ministries in Zimpeto, Maputo, Mozambique!  (This photo, with Francisco, Samito and Pedro, was taken in December 2003.)  

Little did I know when I got on that first plane from SFO, nearly bursting into tears over who got to the trolley stand first, that I would still be here six years later.  I don't think I could have imagined making that kind of commitment so the Lord was good and allowed me to come for a year at a time! 

People often ask me how much longer I'll be here and the simple truth is, "I don't know."  I trust that God will show me when it is time to go back to the USA.  Until then, I try and live here as though I'm not going anywhere, giving it all I've got.  The last thing I want to do is think "oh, who knows how long I'll be here so I shouldn't start that new project . . ." 

I'm so grateful that the Lord continues to give me "divine strategies" as I call them, ideas that pop out of "nowhere" (ahem!) that make my job easier and my ministry more fruitful. 

In honor of six years, a list of sixes:

Six Boys Who Stand Out Over the Years:

IMG_36481.  Selso - my little one who ran away to the street and continues to live there over a year later.  My heart breaks still when I think of all the love and care he is rejecting out of his own rejection.  It hurts to see him filthy and skinny and almost wild on the street corners, begging for money from passing cars. It hurts worse when he runs away when he sees me or others from Iris.  How I'd love to give him a hug.



2.  Edson - I've not written much about Edson but he was (DSC_0811and is!) a delightful boy!  So smart, so funny, so joyful and helpful.  Everyone loves Edson.  His parents were killed in a car accident but thankfully, we were able to reintegrate him last year to live with both sets of grandparents who take great care of him.  I just miss him!

3.  September 2007 007 Thabo - my honey!  The first child I have personally loved and cared for and then lost to death.  The first child I have personally known to suffer horribly from the terrible illness that is HIV/AIDS.  The first child I have seen who had to fight so hard for the smallest pleasures, yet he enjoyed life so much.  I'm so glad he isn't suffering and is in the arms of Jesus yet I would dearly love to hold him in my arms again.

4.  Betinho - what a lovely young man!  Betinho is still living with us but moved up to the next dorm last year.  Betinho is quiet and easy-IMG_3486 going and never the center of attention.  But he is just a delight!  He is smart, kind, generous, thoughtful - he doesn't seek his own gain and he never fights with the other boys.  Sadly, Betinho came from another center with no information and is one of our few kids who has no known family.  For six years, I have been praying to find his family and it will be very difficult to find anyone or what happened to them as he was separated from his family when still a toddler.  But be looking for a later post that will share a story that you will have a hard time believing, but gives me confidence that in God's timing, we WILL find Betinho's family.  And won't they be proud of the young man he is!

5.  DSC_0850 Tome' - oh, Tome'!  He has been the source of a lot of frustration and a lot of rejoicing!  Tome' and his three brothers came to our center when he was barely older than a baby.  He used to just sit in the dirt and cry out of sorrow.  He still carries with him such hurts and sorrow and rejection.  But it has been my privilege and joy to watch him grow as well over these six years, to see him learn to control his anger, to see him forgive and ask forgiveness, to see him accept a hug and love. . . He is a boy desperate for love and affection, yet afraid of wanting it as well.  Some of my greatest disappointments in my own ability (or lack thereof) have been with Tome' and some of my most fulfilling moments have come thru achieving milestones with him.  He lives in the next dorm now, as of last month, and I am curious to see how our relationship evolves. 

6.  My darling Pedro - the son of my heart.  He is the boy I came to Africa to find.  He is the boy I had on my heart for years to come and love and hug and pour my life into, to see him loved to life, to see Children's Day 2007 146 him come to know how precious he is and how he was created with a purpose by the God who loves him and calls him by name.  It has been my greatest joy in life these last six years to have the privilege of loving and raising Pedro.  Although we found his family and he lives with them now, I am still very much a part of his life.  It's different and I miss him all the time.  Honestly, I have asked God on occasion why he can't be "mine" but I trust in God's plan for both of us.  I will be forever grateful for having the opportunity to know and love my darling Pedro!


Six Things I Have "Sacrificed" To Be Here:

1.    Day to day closeness with my mom.  Although IMG_6351we can email and  talk on the phone every week, it is nothing like the ease and frequency with which we can communicate in the US.  I serve here with the knowledge that it hurts my mom that I am gone and that is without question the biggest sacrifice of all. 

2.  Moms Party 046 Living life with the rest of my family as well, my dad, sister, nephews and cousins.  I miss a lot of big and small milestones and I am not there for the day to day interaction that makes up a growing relationship.  It sometimes hurts to think of the parts of their lives I have missed out on these last six years. 

Joyces Party- 0073.  Current, growing, intimate friendships.  Friendships aren't just about the big things, they're about the details of one another's lives.   I'm missing out on those details.  A laptop is a poor substitute for a shoulder if a friend needs one to cry on.  I me heidi and pamela 2006have missed weddings, births, celebrations, challenges . . . my friendships are solid and they aren't going anywhere but they often don't feel current.

4.  Comforts and ease - although I miss things like smooth roads and relatively clean public restrooms, it's really the ease of life in the US in general that I have given up.  Now before everyone reading this starts protesting in their heads (or in comments!), "hey, life is hard here too sometimes!" will you trust me when I tell you that it is nothing like Africa???  I'll suffice with one example - how many times have you ever gone to an ATM in America and not been able to withdraw any money (and I don't mean because you don't have enough in your account!)??  Once?  Once a year?  Once a month?  How 'bout once a week or so?  How 'bout a 50-50 chance??  That's what I'm talking about!  Let that one example stand in for the myriad of ways that things simply don't function very well here and you end up with not very much "ease" in life!

5.  Anonymity - oh how I sometimes miss just being one of the crowd.  How I long to be able to walk out my front door without 40 little people asking me where I'm going.  How I long to drive down the street without someone at nearly every corner thinking I can give them something they want - money, my shoes, a ride, a job . . .  How I would love to go for a walk in the morning without people calling out "Mulungu!" as I pass by.  How I'd love to buy cabbage (tomatoes, clothespins, buckets, you name it!) at the market and be given the normal price and not the Mulungu (white person) price.  There are times I feel desperate to be just like everyone else or at least known for who I am and not for being the white person/stranger/missionary. 

6.  Variety and Options - I think this is a bigger issue than I realize sometimes.  Although during my six years here I have had a WEALTH of experiences that I wouldn't have had otherwise, simple day to day variety that I always just took for granted, never even realized I had, is lacking.  Variety in food, restaurants, people, entertainment, books, learning, conversations, etc., is sorely lacking.  I am so thankful for how much of the above I DO have (after all, I don't live in the remote bush and am 40 minutes away from the capital city and my favorite Thai restaurant!), but it is nothing compared to the US.  I'm a girl who likes my options!  I don't even go to the beach without three books because who knows what I'll feel like reading when I get there? My life is nearly the same every day and sometimes that is just draining. At the very least, it isn't energizing.  I look for ways to keep growing and learning new things, for adding variety but let me tell you, it is an EFFORT.  I miss having so many options and such variety at my fingertips without much effort at all. 

(Disclaimer - I realize that most of the above "sacrifices" come with an intrinsic benefit as well and I spend a great deal of time focusing on those positives!)

Six Unusual Things About My Life in Mozambique:

1.  I can smash a cockroach, big or small, with my bare hand without blinking an eye.

2.  Two nights ago, I bought a small, hanging drying rack, a three-function knife and two Portuguese children's Bibles while pulled over on the side of the road waiting for friends to find an ATM they could use.  I love the sidewalk shopping! (but don't like being harassed!)

3.  At 72 degrees, with long pants, a hoodie and two cats on my lap, I am freezing!

4.  I've had nearly every one of my pairs of Reef flip-flops repaired over the years for about .50 cents each! Much better than $20 for new ones!

5.  I can buy soft tortillas here - for about $8 a package!

6.  I live in a dorm with currently 28 but has been as many as 50 boys!  I think that in itself is fairly unusual!

Six Things I Love about Mozambique:

1.  An exceptionally long line at the border - three hours!Driving!  Although there are rules and there are police, I can do just about whatever I want when I'm driving, including drive on the  wrong side of the road, or up on the median or thru a red light.  Of course I hate when other people do this!  (I only do the above when absolutely necessary - tons of people do it as a matter of course and that's what I don't like!)

2.  The friendly and helpful people.  Relationships are totally important here and people will drop nearly anything to help you and are more than willing to strike up conversations.  When in the US, I often wonder at the grocery store why people look at me so strange if I strike up a conversation in the produce section!  (This positivWhale5 edited colore is in contrast to the desire for anonymity above - no one is really anonymous here!)

3.  The beaches and natural beauty.  Mozambique is a lovely country and the beaches (coastline nearly twice as long as California) are  stunning!  And undeveloped! With whales!

4.  People's ability to be joyful with very little. Although people do indeed suffer here, the majority of people have very little and yet are very happy.  Because they eat rice at every meal, they wouldn't consider a meal without it so230 they don't long for the variety that this spoiled American does.  Children are just as happy with a stick and an old can to play drums with as they are plastic garden toys.  Case in point - Elias with old fabric softener balls for ears!  People are happy talking together by candlelight, late into the night with loud music and lots of dancing and don't seek to be entertained.  When I am at my best and not complaining, I can learn SO much about contentment here.  The philosophical challenge is pondering the difference between contentment and complacency  but that's a different story!

5.  The lack of focus on appearances.  Please don't misunderstand, Mozambicans can take great pride in their appearance but in general, it is not a focus of culture.  Last years free calendar with a pretty flower on it will continue to be a perfectly good part of the decor!  Clothes are clean but it doesn't matter if they are worn every day or nearly every day.  Dishes are clean but it doesn't matter if they match219 or not.  The dirt in the garden is swept indicating pride in one's home but a water jug functions just as effectively as a seat as a chair does.  The event or the people are more important than the look. (For example, a simple but pretty preparation for a wedding.) I'm not saying people wouldn't like to have nice things.  Simply that the way things look is not of the utmost value here.  The longer I'm here, the more I realized how completely ingrained this value of appearances is in the US.  I like nice things as much as anyone else but I've really enjoyed the loosening grasp of the trap of appearances.  Children's Day 2007 059

6.  My boys!  They are far and away the best part of being here!  I love my little darlings!


Six Unimportant Things I Miss About Life in America:

1.  Taco Bell

2.  Tortilla chips

3.  Dollar Stores, Thrift Shops and Yard Sales

4.  The Library (well, that is kinda important)

5.  Jeopardy

6.  Free refills on fountain soft drinks


Six Words to Describe the Last Six Years:

1.  Adventurous

2.  Lonely

3.  Freeing

4.  Challenging

5.  Loud

6.  Loving


Six Verses God Has Blessed Me With on This Journey:

1.  James 1:27 - Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this - to look after orphans and widows in their distress.

2.  Proverbs 19:17 - He who is kind to the poor, lends to the Lord and he will repay him for what he has done.

3.  Micah 6:8 - He has shown you, O man, what is good.  And what does the Lord require of you?  To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

4.  Jeremiah 9:24 - "but let him who boasts boast about this; that he understands and knows me, that I am the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight," declares the Lord.

5.  Jeremiah 29:11  "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

6.  Psalm 91:2 - I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."