It’s 5:30am. We are working on adjusting our sleep schedule this week as tomorrow night (Friday) – early Saturday morning actually, we will be getting up before 1am to go to the airport. We are attempting to get to bed a little earlier each night this week. And that means getting up a little earlier. Haven’t accomplished getting to bed before 10:30 yet, but I believe tonight that will happen. It started raining this morning at 4:45 – that woke me up, so I decided I might as well get up and get the day started. Hopefully it will end for me around 8pm. We’ll see.
The reason we are going to the airport at 1am is to pick up the ministry team that is coming from Capital Life Church in Washington, D.C. They are coming for our long awaited children’s camp. Their plane arrives at 2am. Though we have never met them, we have been in close contact with the team leaders for several months now. They have taken on the responsibility of the camp and I’m guessing they don’t yet realize what an impact they will have on the lives of these kids. We can hardly wait to get started. There are over 230 kids registered from our Maradi region churches.
We have often picked people up at the airport at this time – that’s when the Royal Air Moroc flight arrives here. The difference this time is what happens afterward. We will hopefully be allowed into the airport to help them with their bags and to get through customs etc. From there, in the parking lot, we will load their 16 bags and 8 or more carryons in and on our vehicle and the one we are borrowing from Neal’s parents, I will fill the containers they are each supposed to bringing with water, pass out toilet paper (for bush use) and we will continue on our 8 hour road trip to Maradi. We decided to do this since the next day is Sunday and we don’t want to travel on Sunday – we want them to be able to minister in our churches. The next day is Monday, camp day. Can’t very well travel then. So that left Saturday – the day they arrive. They’re young, adventuresome, and at our mercy. I’ve tried to prepare them…We’ll see.
Tobi is the only kid with us right now. Last week we had 2 visitors arrive (on the 2am flight!). Mrs. Vogel is a long time family friend and has done medical missions for years. She came with her 20 year old grandson. Neal’s parents made the journey with them, along with Trae and Tanika, to Maradi, and then on to Diffa. Let me explain what that means. The 6 of them left Niamey at 6am on Saturday morning. They were loaded down, as they had to travel with alot of their own food etc. And they were 6 people! They arrived in Maradi about 9 hours later and I know many were excited to see them. Trae and Tanika hadn’t been there since this past October and everyone was so happy to see them – especially in light of all they have gone through the past month. And I know T & T were just as happy to see everyone there. After all, they have both spent most of their lives in Maradi. They were there 1 full day, then went on to Diffa. Some have said Diffa is the ends of the earth – or at least you can see it from there. It’s another 9 hour driving further and further into undeveloped territory. Then you get to Diffa where we have a great church and guest house established. We moved there in Feb 2004 with a team of 5 national evangelists that we had trained, and lived there for about 1.5 years to plant a church. We now have a great pastor running things there. Mrs. Vogel did a medical clinic at the church compound and from what I’ve heard, it went great. Everyone was involved and I’m looking forward to getting more details when they get back. Trae and Tanika enjoyed being there and seeing the friends they made during the time we lived there.
Diffa is always such a reminder to me of God’s grace, and His will. Though many discouraged us from going there (it had been tried and failed etc), we knew it was His will for us. I was a bit (okay, more than a bit) apprehensive about it. I had visited there and knew that life could be rough. It was hotter (though drier), no internet, new people group, no washing machine (this was a big one!), intermittent electricity, very sparse market (no one knew what a cucumber was) more bugs, toads and snakes in my house (I didn’t anticipate that!) – I could go on. But when we think back to our time spent there – it was great! For all of us. We all have such good memories. God sent us there for that period of time, and though I had prepared myself for the worst, He came through in amazing ways. We have always believed that we can be much more effective and long lasting if we have a comfortable home to return to at the end of the day. We decided that since we were leaving our home in Maradi set up, it was kind of pointless to move all of our things over the very pot-holed road for an unknown period of time, and then more them back again. I gave this to God, and felt that 1 of 2 things would happen. Either He would provide a way to make our home comfortable or give us grace to deal with the not so comfortable. Really, He did both. Turned out a missionary family about an hour away had to leave unexpectedly and were dreading taking their load a 2-day drive (at least 5 days by ‘moving truck’) all the way to Niamey to sell it…right around the time we were moving to Diffa. It was incredible to me. She even had the same tupperware glasses I had in Maradi – down to the exact color! We were able to furnish our house by buying their things, and significantly lighten their load. When we get right down to it, we ended up with quite a nice place. God gave us the grace to handle whatever came our way…the heat, the language barrier, the lack of vegetables and fruit, and the big, very poisonous snake that crawled out from behind our TV. In fact right now, it’s hard for me to think of the challenges we faced, because we had such joy being there. It’s kind of like childbirth. I’ve forgotten the pains because we are now enjoying the fruit! We built relationships that continue today. Which is why everyone was so happy to see Trae and Tanika and Grama and Grampa this week. They only wondered why Tobi wasn’t there!
I actually had no intention of writing about Diffa today, it just kind of came out. I guess because I’m a bit jealous that I wasn’t there this week, and I’m reminiscing. Living in Niamey is so different…but that can wait for another day.
Yesterday, the happy travelers, after 1 full day and 2 nights in Diffa, returned to Maradi. They will come back to Niamey on Friday, leaving Trae and Tanika behind. (Let me throw in a sidebar here. Grama and Grampa are both close to 70. I think Mrs. Vogel is right around there as well. We can all pray and believe God to have the kind of energy it takes to make a road trip like this in a matter of 6 days. And you can only know what this kind of trip requires physically if you’ve actually taken it. And on top of that, there is a lot of ministry going on. This alone is a testimony to the power of God!)
Trae and Tanika are being left behind because we will meet them in Maradi on Saturday. They are both team captains for the children’s camp. Trae’s arm is still in a sling. He’s tough and has done well also with all the travel. Because he can’t really use his left arm, he will have a co-captain to help with his camp team. Tobi will be a camper and is he ever excited to see his friends. He has been reminding me every day that he wants to be on Blessing’s team. We are glad he is going to get back to his Hausa ‘roots’. He is also excited about getting up in the middle of the night to go to the airport and do a road trip. Kids!
I look forward to writing more about the children’s camp. It’s June 23 – 27. The theme is “Empowering a Generation of Future Leaders.” If you think of it, please pray that lives will be impacted.