The evenings as a student missionary are always busy, but it’s in the little moments where I find so much joy. At least 2 to 3 times a week I go to an expat house. My favorite times, are when I am the only SM. Don’t get me wrong I love when everyone is there, but when it’s just you, you can almost pretend you are a part of the family. Last week, after Monday game night, I went up to the Hardings. We just hung out. Alica came home and we had spring rolls and avocado toast for dinner. (If you haven’t tried that combination you should!) Then we just talked about our days. A beautiful moment that meant the world to me. There are some mornings I sleep in, due to having to schedule a 1am meeting with people in the States and I'll have to stay up late. Those mornings are my favorite. Everyone in the house is waking up and we all sit around the living room/kitchen/dining room and talk; about our days, what we look forward to, what we are dreading. We laugh together about the absur...
The factory looked like the house right before aSuper Bowl party, that my parents have hosted for many years... Empty. Clean. Waiting. The floor, not spotless but swept. Normally messy tables were cleared and the corners full of things organized neatly. The air feels like anticipation. That’s what it felt like before the Zambia Revenue Authority came to the factory... or was supposed to come. The past couple of weeks, I’ve been working on applying to the ZRA to obtain a Country of Origin Certificate for our 7 types of soap. I thought it would be easy. Just submit a letter and get the certificate… but no. It involves a letter, invoices from all materials required including factory overhead, customs clearances for anything imported, documentation of production, and a cost analysis for every single soap. We first applied for it in the middle of December. The hardest part of it all was collecting the invoices and clearances because, there has been no system for storin...
I wish I could say that I had been to looking forward to Crusade. That my heart was happy to leave Riverside. That I enjoyed the camping, the food, the showers and the toilet. But I was not looking forward to Crusade. If, you have read my other blog about just starting out on Crusade, you know that we took public transportation in the form of a bus. It feels a bit like deja vue to say the trip should have…. But, it was supposed to take roughly 20 hours at the most this time. Instead, it took us 36 hours just to get to Mpulungu, the town before our final destination. And let me say this year was, by far, more stressful than the last… even if that trip took 52 hours ( Go read that blog here! ) In short, at around 18 hours we hit a man who was trying to die and we were 3 hours, in either direction, away from the nearest town. In Zambia, in the middle of no where, anything can happen. People (white people especially) have been stoned to death for less. Robbed for less. Wo...
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