I have not updated this in a while. Atleast it seems as it has been forever due to all the chaos that has taken place since the last post.
Tuesday was the beginning of a great morning. Annie got a package from home. We got some good Starbucks coffee, incredibly exciting! Then afterwords we decided to go to a local Irish Pub to watch the last Bafana Bafana game on television. It was so much fun sitting outside with friends and one of their friends. It is beginning to feel like home even more. Next door to us was a KFC (yes, in South Africa). All of the workers from the KFC kept coming outside to cheer on the soccer team and blow their vuvuzelas (horns). It was so much fun :)
Before all of this is where the bump in the road begins. Getting a call from our director, she asked if we were willing to work night shift at the Johannesburg Hospital for the next three nights from 6 pm- 7 am. 13 hours in a hospital in a very dangerous area was a bit overwhelming at first. However, we realized this is exactly what we had been praying for as well. We were praying that we wanted to be used in a way that they most needed as well as something to mix up the routine a bit. We did not just want to go through the motions for the rest of the summer; we felt this would happen if we were continually working the same shift at Door of Hope. Also, we have been desiring for a community as well as a way to build relationships with people outside of the Door of Hope.
Working in the hospital has been an incredible blessing as well as tremendously tough and emotionally exhausting. Two of the babies from the Door of Hope are sick on the same floor in different rooms. Me and Annie have been separated for the first time. The first day was frustrating as we have already heard horrible stories of the nurses who work in this hospital. One of the girls from Door of Hope was serving in he hospital; one of the nurses told her that she did not care what happened to these babies. She was solely there for the money. On our first night shift I got laughed at a number of times as I did not know what I was supposed to do. These nurses do not feed the babies or change their diapers or clean up anything. It was extremely frustrating. The first night was emotionally draining. My baby cried for about thirteen hours straight.
Watching my baby struggle for life taught me a lot of things. We have been watching Loui Giglio as I wrote in the last post. He has been talking about being fearfully and wonderfully made. Being alive is such an amazing thing if you stop and think about it. Why are we here? How did we get here- really and truly? How is everything so uniquely and creatively and perfectly made? God does not want to see us struggle. From the perspective of me and the baby- it hurt so much to see this little premature baby crying out in pain struggling for life. He wants us to have a life of peace and love in Him and Him alone.
A lot of these babies were supposed to have been aborted by their parents. They have been taken to witch doctors (they are heavily present around this area) and were supposed to have been given spells to have an abortion. Needless to say these have not worked, and the babies have been born with many issues. All of these babies have been born for a reason. They have been fearfully and wonderfully made. One of the leaders at Door of Hope was saying that she was going to continually fight for each and every babies life until the last moment; we are not to give up and should continually rely on God and his miraculous hands. I completely agree with this.
Night two at the hospital was a lot better. From a different perspective we were considering all that these nurses go through day in and day out. Johannesburg is one of the most dangerous cities in the world for both murderer and rape. I can not imagine working at a hospital where so much crime and struggle exists. It must be hard to get emotionally connected with anyone.
The second night I was able to talk to the nurses. They all asked questions as to why I was there. It was neat hearing them ask questions and being able to explain what I was doing there. One of the nurses, "Eggie" then began to proclaim I love Susie and I am going to take care of you. She had so much joy in her heart. Also, I found out that she has been working there for about thirty years. She just said that you need to laugh and talk to people; the parents are already emotionally drained. Eggie had an amazing impact on me.
Another bump in the road occured. We got asked if we wanted to work at the Berea baby house or night shift at the one we have been working at. The Berea house is much further away, and it is in a less safe area. Also, we have loved these babies so much at our baby house. Starting Thursday we will be serving night shift at the Door of Hope. We are truly excited about it. We have more one on one time with the babies. Also, we will be able to prepare breakfast items or words of encouragement for the aunties who come in later :)
Then Wednesday morning we found out we had the opportunity to meet Reggie Bush in South Africa. How bizarre is that? And we were on our way after two hours of sleep. Our car broke down. So now we have a new car as well. The old car was named Hootie. Now our new car is Boo Bell. Do not ask questions! We were worried as how we would get to the hospital. However, they got us a new car right away. It is amazing that our car did not break down in the middle of Johannesburg; God is good.
This whole experience has truly been a learning experience over anything; I am so blessed to be here. We are going to Cape Town in 2 weeks :) I just booked the flights, the hostile, and the car rental. We will be staying in a hostile which is so exciting, and it is looking over Table Top Mountain. It will be a great time of relaxation in between everything. It has already been 6 weeks! Time has flown by; We only have 5 weeks left.
Tuesday was the beginning of a great morning. Annie got a package from home. We got some good Starbucks coffee, incredibly exciting! Then afterwords we decided to go to a local Irish Pub to watch the last Bafana Bafana game on television. It was so much fun sitting outside with friends and one of their friends. It is beginning to feel like home even more. Next door to us was a KFC (yes, in South Africa). All of the workers from the KFC kept coming outside to cheer on the soccer team and blow their vuvuzelas (horns). It was so much fun :)
Before all of this is where the bump in the road begins. Getting a call from our director, she asked if we were willing to work night shift at the Johannesburg Hospital for the next three nights from 6 pm- 7 am. 13 hours in a hospital in a very dangerous area was a bit overwhelming at first. However, we realized this is exactly what we had been praying for as well. We were praying that we wanted to be used in a way that they most needed as well as something to mix up the routine a bit. We did not just want to go through the motions for the rest of the summer; we felt this would happen if we were continually working the same shift at Door of Hope. Also, we have been desiring for a community as well as a way to build relationships with people outside of the Door of Hope.
Working in the hospital has been an incredible blessing as well as tremendously tough and emotionally exhausting. Two of the babies from the Door of Hope are sick on the same floor in different rooms. Me and Annie have been separated for the first time. The first day was frustrating as we have already heard horrible stories of the nurses who work in this hospital. One of the girls from Door of Hope was serving in he hospital; one of the nurses told her that she did not care what happened to these babies. She was solely there for the money. On our first night shift I got laughed at a number of times as I did not know what I was supposed to do. These nurses do not feed the babies or change their diapers or clean up anything. It was extremely frustrating. The first night was emotionally draining. My baby cried for about thirteen hours straight.
Watching my baby struggle for life taught me a lot of things. We have been watching Loui Giglio as I wrote in the last post. He has been talking about being fearfully and wonderfully made. Being alive is such an amazing thing if you stop and think about it. Why are we here? How did we get here- really and truly? How is everything so uniquely and creatively and perfectly made? God does not want to see us struggle. From the perspective of me and the baby- it hurt so much to see this little premature baby crying out in pain struggling for life. He wants us to have a life of peace and love in Him and Him alone.
A lot of these babies were supposed to have been aborted by their parents. They have been taken to witch doctors (they are heavily present around this area) and were supposed to have been given spells to have an abortion. Needless to say these have not worked, and the babies have been born with many issues. All of these babies have been born for a reason. They have been fearfully and wonderfully made. One of the leaders at Door of Hope was saying that she was going to continually fight for each and every babies life until the last moment; we are not to give up and should continually rely on God and his miraculous hands. I completely agree with this.
Night two at the hospital was a lot better. From a different perspective we were considering all that these nurses go through day in and day out. Johannesburg is one of the most dangerous cities in the world for both murderer and rape. I can not imagine working at a hospital where so much crime and struggle exists. It must be hard to get emotionally connected with anyone.
The second night I was able to talk to the nurses. They all asked questions as to why I was there. It was neat hearing them ask questions and being able to explain what I was doing there. One of the nurses, "Eggie" then began to proclaim I love Susie and I am going to take care of you. She had so much joy in her heart. Also, I found out that she has been working there for about thirty years. She just said that you need to laugh and talk to people; the parents are already emotionally drained. Eggie had an amazing impact on me.
Another bump in the road occured. We got asked if we wanted to work at the Berea baby house or night shift at the one we have been working at. The Berea house is much further away, and it is in a less safe area. Also, we have loved these babies so much at our baby house. Starting Thursday we will be serving night shift at the Door of Hope. We are truly excited about it. We have more one on one time with the babies. Also, we will be able to prepare breakfast items or words of encouragement for the aunties who come in later :)
Then Wednesday morning we found out we had the opportunity to meet Reggie Bush in South Africa. How bizarre is that? And we were on our way after two hours of sleep. Our car broke down. So now we have a new car as well. The old car was named Hootie. Now our new car is Boo Bell. Do not ask questions! We were worried as how we would get to the hospital. However, they got us a new car right away. It is amazing that our car did not break down in the middle of Johannesburg; God is good.
This whole experience has truly been a learning experience over anything; I am so blessed to be here. We are going to Cape Town in 2 weeks :) I just booked the flights, the hostile, and the car rental. We will be staying in a hostile which is so exciting, and it is looking over Table Top Mountain. It will be a great time of relaxation in between everything. It has already been 6 weeks! Time has flown by; We only have 5 weeks left.