15 February 2011

Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears (a West African Fable)

I love traditional tales and fables - so often, difficult truths are presented in palatable ways and people hear, understand and sometimes even change their behavior as a result. It truly is an effective teaching method and in oral societies, similar to the one in which we live, parents and teachers use it often! This particular tale is one of my favorites - and there are several "morals" or "lessons" that could be drawn from the tale... Any guesses which one is really speaking to me right now?

Read the story today - and I'll share later in the week it's timely reminder to me...

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One morning, a mosquito saw an iguana drinking at a waterhole. The mosquito said, "Iguana, you will never believe what I saw yesterday."

"Try me," said the iguana.

"The mosquito said, "I saw a farmer diggging yams that were almost as big as I am."

"What's a mosquito compared to a yam?" snapped the iguana grumpily. "I would rather be deaf than listen to such nonsense!" Then he stuck two sticks in his ears and went off, mek, mek, mek, mek, through the reeds.

The iguana was still grumbling to himself when he happened to pass by a python.

The big snake raised his head and said, "Good morning, Iguana."

The iguana did not answer but lumbered on, bobbing his head, badamin, badamin.

"Now, why won't he speak to me?" said the python to himself. "Iguana must be angry about something. I'm afraid he is plotting some mischief against me!" He began looking for somewhere to hide. The first likely place he found was a rabbit hole, and in it he went, wasawusu, wasawusu, wasawusu.

When the rabbit saw the big snake coming into her burrow, she was terrified. She scurried out through her back way and bounded, krik, krik, krik, across a clearing.

A crow saw the rabbit running for her life. He flew into the forest crying kaa, kaa, kaa! It was his duty to spread the alarm in case of danger.

A monkey heard the crow. He was sure that some dangerous beast was prowling near. He began screeching and leaping kili wili through the trees to help warn the other animals.

As the monkey was crashing through the treetops, he happened to land on a dead limb. It broke and fell on an owl's nest, killing one of the owlets.

Mother Owl was not at home. For though she usually hunted only in the night, this morning she was out searching for one more tidbit to satisfy her hungry babies. When she returned to the nest, she found one of them dead. Her other children told her that monkey had killed it. All that day and all that night, she sat in her tree -- so sad, so sad, so sad!

Now it was Mother Owl who woke the sun each day so that the dawn could come. But this time, when she should have hooted for the sun, she did not do it.

The night grew longer and longer. The animals of the forest knew it was lasting much too long. They feared that the sun would never come back.

At last King Lion called a meeting of the animals. They came and sat down, pem, pem, pem, around a council of fire. Mother Owl did not come, so the antelope was sent to fetch her.

When she arrived, King Lion asked, "Mother Owl, why have you not called the sun? The night has lasted long, long, long, and everyone is worried."

Mother Owl said, "Monkey killed one of my owlets. Because of that, I cannot bear to wake the sun."

The king said to the gathered animals:  "Did you hear? It was the monkey who killed the owlet-- and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun so that the day can come."

Then King Lion called the monkey. He came before him nervously glancing from side to side, rim, rim, rim, rim.

"Monkey," said the king, "why did you kill one of Mother Owl's babies?"

"Oh, King," said the monkey, "it was the crow's fault. He was calling and calling to warn us of danger. And I went leaping through the trees to help. A limb broke under me and it fell taaa on the owl's nest."

The king said to the council: "So, it was the crow who alarmed the monkey, who killed the owlet and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun so that the day can come."

Then the kind called for the crow. That big bird came flapping up. He said, "King Lion, it was the rabbit's fault! I saw her running for her life in the daytime. Wasn't that reason enough to spread the alarm?"

The king nodded his head and said to the council: "So, it was the rabbit who startled the crow, who alarmed the monkey, who killed the owlet -- and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun so that the day can come."

Then King Lion called the rabbit. The timid little creature stood before him, one trembling paw drawn up uncertainly.

"Rabbit," cried the king, "why did you break a law of nature and go running, running, running, in the daytime?"

"Oh, King," said the rabbit, "it was the python's fault. I was in my house minding my own business when that big snake came in and chased me out."

So the king said to the council: "So, it was the pythod who scared the rabbit, who startled the crow, who alarmed the monkey, who killed the owlet -- and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun so that the day can come."

King Lion called the python, who came slithering, wasawusu, wasawusu, past the other animals. "But King," he cried, "it was the iguana's fault! He wouldn't speak to me. And I thought he was plotting some mischief against me. When I crawled into the rabbit's hole, I was only trying to hide."

The king said to the council: "So, it was the iguana who frightened the python, who scared the rabbit, who startled the crow, who alarmed the monkey, who killed the owlet -- and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun so that the day can come."

Now the iguana was not at the meeting. For he had not heard the summons.

The antelope was sent to fetch him.

All the animals laughed when they saw the iguana coming, badamin, badamin, with the sticks still stuck in his ears!

King Lion pulled out the sticks, purup, purup. Then he asked, "Iguana, what evil have you been plotting against the python?"

"None! None at all!" cried the iguana, "Python is my friend!"

"Then why wouldn't you say good morning to me?" demanded the snake.

"I didn't hear you, or even see you!" said the iguana. "Mosquito told me such a big lie, I couldn't bear to listen to it. So I put sticks in my ears."

"Nge, nge, nge," laughed the lion. "So that's why you had sticks in your ears!"

"Yes," said the iguana. "It was the mosquito's fault."

"So, it was the mosquito who annoyed the iguana who frightened the python, who scared the rabbit, who startled the crow, who alarmed the monkey, who killed the owlet -- and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun so that the day can come."

"Punish the mosquito! Punish the mosquito!" cried all the animals.

When Mother Owl heard that, she was satisfied. She turned her head toward the east and hooted: "Hoo! Hoooooo! Hooooooo!"

And the sun came up.

Meanwhile the mosquito had listened to it all from a nearby bush. She crept under a curly leaf and was never found and brought before the council.

But because of thi,s the mosquito has a guilty conscience. To this day she goes about whining in people's ears: "Zeee! Is everyone still angry at me?"

When she does that, she gets an honest answer:

"Kuh -POW!"

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retold by Verna Aardema

14 February 2011

Multitude Monday - 1000 Gifts ~ What's the big deal about Valentine's Day?

Valentine's Day... in theory, it is the "romantic" holiday...

...and I've mostly NEVER made a big deal out of it.

And that didn't really surprise people who knew me. For most of my life, I've always showed up as a "thinker" on those personality assessment (you know, Myers-Briggs etc. - see our family personality profiles in the sidebar if you are curious) - until about 11 or 12 years ago, when my score began migrating from the "thinker" to the "feeler" side of the continuum. Maybe that movement had something to do with all those hormones associated with 9 pregnancies, maybe just becoming and growing into my position as "the mama," or perhaps God started "gentling" me before He clued me in to the fact that that was what He intended to do. It wasn't that I was never a romantic at heart - because way down deep, I really always have been...  Maybe that is just part and parcel of being a person who tends to show love with words... or maybe it is that I'm a member of the "fairer" sex with little girl dreams about a prince charming and having someone who loves her THAT. MUCH. It just didn't feel safe or secure to let others see that place inside me...


...to let it be known that things like flowers and words in a pretty card do speak to me, for then it hurts when no one even makes the effort to show they care about me in that way. And frankly, until Tim ran over and then ran off with my heart, I never fussed about that too much (and maybe that's because my daddy always made a fuss over me). These days, since Tim's just as happy with stroganoff, a Mountain Dew and some computer time or something crossed off his "honey-do-list," it is easy to think, "Why should I bother?" with some sort of sappy and over-priced card, expensive chocolates or some huge traditional romantic show, especially if he hardly notices it and those things are harder to come by in Niamey than they are when Walmart is just down the road.

I tried to make a big deal out of Valentine's Day once... I remember precisely because it was SUCH. A. FLOP... February 14, 1998... Tim and I had been married for just over 3 years...

I wanted to surprise him, but was stumped regarding what to do and then I heard an announcement on the radio: a free cross country ski by moonlight around one of our favorite areas and one of Michigan's many beautiful locales. It was taking place less than 2 hours away (which would be an excuse for dinner out) and we'd given each other cross country skis and boots for Christmas, so it seemed perfect... too good to be true, in fact. I arranged for grandparents to babysit Brendan and Rebekah... started creating perfect romantic images of what everything would be like in my mind... and my anticipation began to build...

Sometime during the night of February 13th, it started to rain - one of those warmer, lingering drizzles that reminds you of the first days of spring. The snow started melting. It continued raining. The snow continued melting. I called the nature center that was organizing the event. Their words: "If we can't ski, we'll go for a beautiful moonlit hike." So I stubbornly continued with thoughts of Plan "sorta" A.

As you've probably already guessed, our "romantic escapade" was lightyears away from surpassing my expectations... It ended up raining all evening, one of the kids was sick so we skipped the going out for dinner part and had pizza with the kids at my parents'. Then we drove up to Cadillac, probably fussing at each other because he really couldn't see the point in going and me grumpy that the weather (i.e. God) hadn't seen fit to rubber stamp my plans.  It was still raining in Cadillac. There was no visible moon and  thanks to the rain and clouds, we couldn't even see the trails. Nothing appealed  to anyone about the idea of hiking by flashlight still-mostly-frozen-but-starting-to-get-muddy trails snuggled with your special one under an umbrella, and so the organizers found a romantic comedy which they projected on the wall of the welcome center, a bunch of valentine-ish  treats, wine and sparkling juices in cheap plastic goblets... and we spent the evening with 6 or 8 couples that we'd never seen before and would never see again, watching a movie Tim and I had already seen and didn't really care for... mildly irritated with each other but not knowing how to gracefully walk away from the mess... and Tim, although quite long-suffering through that particular romantic catastrophe, still gets those worried wrinkles between his eyes any time I say I want to plan an evening for the two of us and immediately silences any Kenny Rogers crooning (my sappy music of choice) when it begins in his presence... 'cause he's learned better. He'd definitely rather go camping for a few days at the game park than sneak away to the cabanas down by the river...

So - Valentine's Day? I haven't bothered for years... but... I've got all these little girls all in various stages of the process of turning into little women... who are enamored, some more and some less, with this idea of  "romance."

What is romance?
A romance is etymologically a story written in the language ‘of Rome’. The word comes from Old French romanz, which denoted ‘something written in French (as opposed to classical Latin)’. This went back to the Vulgar Latin adverb *rōmānicē ‘in the local vernacular descended from Latin’ (contrasted with latinē ‘in Latin’). This in turn came from Latin rōmānicus ‘Roman’, a derivative ultimately of Rōma ‘Rome’. In practice, these medieval vernacular tales were usually about chivalric adventure, and that was the starting point from which the modern meaning of romance, and its derivative romantic (1700s), developed. The original sense survives in the linguistic term Romance, denoting languages such as French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Romanian, etc that have evolved from Latin. (from wordorigin.com)  
That definition is definitely less than "enamoring..." On the other hand, there are many dreamier and more idealistic definitions of  "romance" that I've come across, including:
  • the feeling of being transformed by the love and desire of another.
  • the excitement of the chase, capture and eternal imprisonment of a heart.
  • the feeling of becoming more complete as you find missing puzzle pieces in another.
  • the feeling of having one's most important relationship needs met by another person, and wanting to meet his or her needs in return.
As I read through those descriptions, I'm struck by the fact that no one person can possibly meet those needs all of the time...or probably even most of the time. I certainly can't and while I'm so blessed to have a husband who does try... it is unfair and unrealistic of me to try an place expectations like that on his "honey-do-list..." And I know I fall so short in trying to love him as I think I should and wish I could. How to do so, at least in my book, is a mystery and then I remember that the Bible speaks of the love of Christ for His bride as a mystery...  He is the only One who can meet deep, abiding needs like those listed above.

What do I teach my little girls... or even my boys... about "romance?" What am I to think of this yearly spot on the calendar where romance is widely celebrated?

I don't have any answers, really... except that it is okay to strive for something that I know I'll never achieve on my own, something that is mysterious and so far above me. It forces me to look to Christ alone, as He meets my needs and as He works through me in meeting needs in the lives of those I love...

#801 pondering love and what it means even if afterwards I have more questions than I did when I started
#802 watching expectantly... waiting to see what God is doing... is going to do...


#803 dancing dragons, clanging cymbols and flashing fireworks ~ all at the same time!



#804 little girls who never stop smiling


#805 watching my kids learn about friendships





#806 shared photos, especially when my friend caught a REAL smile (with a camera- that's the real trick) on my guy's face!


#807 watching people I love try something I love for the first time, and seeing just how much fun they had







#808 knowing that God's love transforms, from the inside out

#809 my heart eternally captured and captivated by my Savior

#810 seeing how God has used our marriage to complete, and then how He is the ultimate completer

#811 desiring to serve another and then realizing that such desire shows God's handiwork in my heart

12 February 2011

Surely Goodness and Mercy...

A couple of months ago, I shared during our staff devotional time at the MK school where I teach. The past few weeks had been crazy busy for me, so I was wanting to share something simple, short and sweet… something that was near to my heart because it was something God had already been teaching… working on in me… something that was “testimony” rather than “teaching,” simply because of my personal convictions regarding devotional times in mixed groups…

And the Holy Spirit led me back to where I’d started at the beginning of this school year...

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want...

...my cup overflows.

After several weeks of a break due to the Christmas schedule and traveling, Ashley has Missionary Moms back up and running again!

Head on over and join me there for the rest of what God laid on my heart to share yesterday...

A few more construction photos

Wanted to post these - 'cause I'm heading by again later today to snap some more!


soundproofing/acoustical "construction" work

the new recording studio, through the control room window

hard at work
 
Morou ~ a friend and worker ~ painting

The progress continues!

 
making bricks


office foundation "in progress"

starting to pour the office foundation

home school field trip

 Just have to add... the above photo is my favorite picture out of this batch!

working on the wall next to the drainage ditch

more foundation work on the office building



building a retaining wall to help maintain the terracing already done on the property ~ our regional coordinators' house will be off to the wall "in progress" in this photo
 
a good chunk of the "fill" that will behind this wall (when finished) has come from where they've been digging, preparing the foundation for our home

the workers have a 6th sense for when the camera comes out... and love to pose
 
Yippee!!!

10 February 2011

Creepy Crawlies + Kinda unControlled Imagination...

...and some time to think

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I just wanna know where this guy gets the time!

(This makes pancakes with fresh strawberry syrup look pretty easy.)

09 February 2011

One of those "Wordy Wednesdays" ~ Teaching at an International School means...

...teaching kids from many countries and even more cultural backgrounds...
 and teaching with an amazing variety of people!


My fellow teachers in this picture (snapped at our staff Christmas party)
 include two Australians, a Canadian and a fellow American who is also a TCK from Malaysia...

They're truly amazing...
NOT primarily 'cause they come from so many places ~
but because of the people they are letting God mold them into being,
their love for Him
and their love for these third culture kids God is allowing all of us to teach.

08 February 2011

My most favoritest guy

...is celebrating his birthday today.
(Yes, I know that isn't proper English.)


I'm so thankful for him...
in so many more ways
 than I ever dreamed possible
when I first began to love him.

So
although it isn't much

stroganoff for lunch...
salad with his preferred food group of Ranch dressing...
a yummy (well, I hope it will be)
 layered cake for dessert...

an uninterrupted nap...
and a trip to Ouaga next weekend for softball fun...

But most important of all?

I must remember coffee when I go grocery shopping and

 I'll have to scour the town for a Mountain Dew!

He's not too hard to please!
I'm so glad to be the one who gets to try and do so ~

:-)

Don't forget to wish him a "Happy, happy birthday!!

Food for thought... an editorial by Ted Koppel

"...among the many benefits we have come to believe the founding fathers intended for us, the latest is news we can choose. Beginning, perhaps, from the reasonable perspective that absolute objectivity is unattainable, Fox News and MSNBC no longer even attempt it. They show us the world not as it is, but as partisans (and loyal viewers) at either end of the political spectrum would like it to be. This is to journalism what Bernie Madoff was to investment: He told his customers what they wanted to hear, and by the time they learned the truth, their money was gone.
 
It is also part of a pervasive ethos that eschews facts in favor of an idealized reality. The fashion industry has apparently known this for years: Esquire magazine recently found that men's jeans from a variety of name-brand manufacturers are cut large but labeled small. The actual waist sizes are anywhere from three to six inches roomier than their labels insist.
 
Perhaps it doesn't matter that we are being flattered into believing what any full-length mirror can tell us is untrue. But when our accountants, bankers and lawyers, our doctors and our politicians tell us only what we want to hear, despite hard evidence to the contrary, we are headed for disaster. We need only look at our housing industry, our credit card debt, the cost of two wars subsidized by borrowed money, and the rising deficit to understand the dangers of entitlement run rampant. We celebrate truth as a virtue, but only in the abstract. What we really need in our search for truth is a commodity that used to be at the heart of good journalism: facts - along with a willingness to present those facts without fear or favor...."

Head on over to read the rest of the editorial... and let me know what you think!
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"Ted Koppel: Olbermann, O'Reilly and the death of real news"
by Ted Koppel
The Washington PostSunday, November 14, 2010

07 February 2011

Multitude Monday - 1000 Gift - "It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see." ~ Thoreau

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice!
Let your gentle spirit be known to all men.The Lord is near.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
 Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.
The things you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.


#776 familiar, well-loved words - they never grow stale or dull or trite

#777 grubby, dirty, muddy little girls and the sandy mess they left in my sink and on the porch

#778 old boxes that give needed information

#779 animated Bible study discussions - even when it is in a language I understand NOT.AT.ALL!

#780 not knowing the answer, saying so... and being OK with that

#781 icy cokes and conversation

#782 missing friends simply because they are special

#783 dark curtains that block the light for an afternoon sieste

#784 seeing students start to see patterns and make connections

#785 my favorite birthday boy... can 41 still be considered a boy?

#786 short and sweet visit with "who we want to be when we grow up" ...someday...

#787 baggage bavardage... or listening to Tim and his dad discuss what's coming out in Grandpa Gene's suitcases

#788 just listening to Tim and his dad talk... a hilarious conversation this week!

#789 cooler temps once again, even though I know it is temporary

#790 finding our "other" waterbed... and hoping it has no leaks ;-)

#791 kids grounded from the computer finding other fun things to do

#792 debates as to whether "all poisonous snakes have fangs" or not

#793 being "asked out" for the very first time

#794 sore muscles from swimming laps

#795 the challenge to surround myself with gratitude givers and encouragers ...rather than criticizers and the corresponding even greater challenge to be a gratitude giver and encourager rather than one who criticizes

#796 filtered thoughts

#797 seeing a favorite smile, hearing the laugh that goes along with that smile

#798 hitting the snooze button that one morning, just 'cause I could

#799 the ever present challenge for increasing gentleness... teachableness... to be evident in my life

05 February 2011

They always say...

...when you are watching little ones,
you should start to worry if they are out of your sight and all of the sudden,
it gets really quiet.

Well, she was out of my sight...

She was giggling, laughing and playing - I could hear her right outside my window...

I wasn't worried...


Maybe I should have been?


Nah!


After all, what's tons a little dirt
(although I am still scrubbing to try and remove it... that may be a hopeless cause)


especially when it brings a smile of delight THAT big! 

04 February 2011

Busy preparing for Bible study this Saturday...

Zabura 23

Rabbi ya ay hawji no, ay si jaŋ hay kulu.
A g’ay naŋ ya kani kuray nangu tayey ra.
A g’ay jine candi mo fulanzamyaŋ hari zurey me gaa,
A g’ay fundo yeenandi,
A g’ay candi mo adilitaray fondey ra nga maa sabbay se.
Daahir, baa ay goono ga dira bu biya gooru bindi ra,
Ay si humburu masiiba kulu zama ni go ay banda.
Ni goobo da ni kuray saro goono g’ay yaamar.

Ni ga taabal hanse ay jine, ay ibarey moy go ga di.
Ni g’ay boŋo tuusu nda ji.
Ay gaasiya mo to kal a go ga mun.
Booriyaŋ da suuji hinne no g’ay gana
Ay funo jirbey kulu,
Ay ga goro Rabbi windo ra mo hal abada.



Please pray...


I'm trying to memorize the text in Zarma
(see above... and it isn't easy).
We will be talking about suffering and thankfulness...
and I also hope to show the ladies a method they can use to study and meditate
on Bible passages... even if or when they can't pick up their Bible and read it
for themselves.

03 February 2011

Ain't it Great to be Eight?

...um, well, it is a bit hard for me to remember that far back...

...so...

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Maybe you should ask our resident - 8 Y E A R  O L D !!!!!



She just received her new title TODAY!!

Happy Birthday,
Victoria!

02 February 2011

Wordless Wednesday ~ Who needs brain cells anyway?


She's really got these incredibly beautiful, clear and bright blue eyes... and when the light catches them just right, it looks like it can't be for real... she gets them from her daddy. :-)

She gets her goofiness from him, too, no doubt about that. From her mama, though, she has inherited the ability to always come back with a quick retort - I don't know that I'm happy about that, but sometimes...

she says the best things without even missing a beat.

The other day, I was driving carpool home from school - there were only 4 of us left in the Cruiser and they were talking about the new studio. One of the boys still riding with us works at the studio with Tim one afternoon a week, so he's pretty familiar with the place.

The conversation went pretty much like this (though I can't quote word for word):

Rebekah: "I just love hanging out in the new recording room at the new part of the studio. It is soooooooo cooooool! You know what I mean, DJ? You've seen it, haven't you?"

DJ: "Yeah. But don't you think the new paint smell is too strong?"

Rebekah: "I LOVE the new paint smell! That's my favorite part!"

DJ: "You do know that smelling all those paint fumes probably kills brain cells..."

Rebekah: (brightly, without any hesitation) "Yep! But I wasn't planning on using those brain cells, anyway."

~AND LAUGHTER ERUPTS~



01 February 2011

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I just finished reading Then Sings my Soul (Special Edition) by Robert J. Morgan. Reading more like a devotional, it contains the words, music and a story behind 150 classic hymns. Some of the stories include trivial facts, like:
  • O Holy Night  was an unintentinal collaboration between a wine merchant, a penniless Parisian pianist and a liberal theologian;
  • that even though adults throughout history have bemoaned the decadency of the next generation, God often chooses to speak and touch lives through His young followers. The hymn "My Jesus, I love Thee" was written by 16 year old William Ralph Featherstone;
  • "Jesus Loves the Little Children," was originally composed as a Civil War battle song;
  • "The Sweet By and By" was written by a pharmacist as a prescription to combat a friend and customer's depression.
Other stories pull on your heart strings:
  • Philip Bliss's tragic death
  • the well-known story behind "It is Well with my Soul;"
  • the special significance to Bill and Gloria Gaither behind the second verse to "Because He Lives." 
  • the powerful imagery in the first verse of "O the Deep Deep Love of Jesus" bubbled out of a heart that was ready to end his life in suicide and was God's healing hand upon his life.
While not a book to read straight through, cover to cover, if you savor little snippets or are looking for a coffee table books that inspire, encourage and challenge, this bookmight be a valuable addition to your library.




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