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Two Fridays ago, after close to twenty-four hours on a plane, I got back home from my trip to Johannesburg, South Africa.
I was volunteering at a
baby home. We had five children total—all of whom had been abandoned. The
stories were heartbreaking.
Two of the children had
been abandoned in a field as newborns. One of which was at least eight weeks
premature. Two others were taken by the government because of unsafe conditions
in their homes. The last one—a tiny premature newborn only three weeks old—was
left at the hospital by his prostitute mother who wanted to keep her sinful
habits instead of her child.
There were so many things
I learned while I was in Africa. I definitely cannot make a complete, exhaustive
list in this one blog post. Perhaps there might be another one in the future,
as I continue to process all that I learned there, but for now, these are a few
of the lessons I learned while I was there.
1.
I am blessed
It
definitely gives you a perspective on your blessings when you see the level of poverty
in another country. South Africa is, as someone put it, the “America” of Africa—yet
it is still a disaster. Once we drove by a “squatter village,” which is like a
shanty town, but worse. The shacks could be made of cardboard, it was so poor.
I was born
into a loving, American family with two parents. The children that I cared for
day after day were abandoned. Two of
them, as I said, were left in a field. It’s
one thing to leave a baby somewhere where they will be found. It’s another
thing to leave them in a field to die. It was only by God’s mercy that they
survived and were found.
2.
The value of a simple life
I went from
a 90 mph life to a very simple, restful place. Now, for the people living there
it was very crazy and hectic. Typical fast paced life for them. For me,
however, I was just helping out with the kids, and working on homework or
reading the 300-page book someone loaned me. I had time to think, pray,
meditate on Scripture and the things I was learning. It was peaceful and it was
restful. There is such a value—a pricelessness—of living in simplicity. Day to
day routine was made glorious through the extra time I had each day to spend with
the Lord.
3.
How precious the little things are
I would
give anything right now to have one of those children on my lap right now. The
girl would probably talk my ear off about something. The oldest little boy
would probably last about five seconds before he was up and chasing after something
else. The middle boy would contentedly snuggle up with me. The youngest actually
probably wouldn’t even sit in my lap! And the new baby that we got would make
me laugh with his funny expressions as he explored his new world.
I miss them
teasing me and calling me “Hannah” instead of “Anna.” I miss their little giggles
and the games we would play. The little things are the things I miss the most.
Like when I was saying goodnight to them and one wrapped his arms around my
neck and kissed me on the cheek and told me he loved me. When you only have two
weeks with five precious little children, you learn to treasure every moment—because
every moment in this fleeting life is a joy.
4.
The safety we have in America is a privilege
I stayed in
an apartment—or flat, as they called it—that was attached to the house. Every
morning, to get from my room to the house, I had to unlock five doors. My
roommate had been held up at gunpoint right outside of the gate. In fact, in
Johannesburg, it is so unsafe that there were not many single shops or facilities.
Everything was inside something else. We went bowling one night, and the
bowling alley was inside of a casino, along with many restaurants, coffee
shops, etc.
The safety
we experience in America is a privilege, and
something we should NEVER take advantage of.
5.
My biggest problems are so small
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| The sign on the pole reads, "Abortion." Under it is a phone number. These signs were everywhere. Abortion is more rampant in South Africa than America. |
I was not
abandoned in a field as a newborn. I am not being raised in a squatter village.
I do not live in a place where it is unsafe to go anywhere alone.
Soon I plan
on posting about how, the day I got back from Africa, my purse and phone were
stolen and the things I learned through that. But during that whole big fiasco,
I kept thinking, “If my biggest problem is a stolen purse and phone, then I am
very blessed.”
The truth
is, someone is always suffering more than I am. I am SO blessed.
My African experience
was life changing, to be honest. I pray God keeps continuing to teach me these
lessons, and the others that I learned so that I do not forget. If any of you
get a chance to go overseas, definitely take it. I did not want to go to Africa
in the first place, but I am beyond thankful for it. And if you have the
opportunity to work at an orphanage, DEFINITELY go for it. ;)
Have you ever been overseas? Have you
been on a mission trip? Share in the comments!
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