Thursday, October 3, 2013

“Haraka, haraka, hiina baraka.” (Swahili for "if you hurry too much, you lose all your blessings.)

We spend some days doing very little because there is very little to do.  Some days are full to the point of overwhelming, and it would be nice if we could work it out so that each day had a certain quota of things to do, but what we do most of the time here is wait.  We are waiting for my cousin's visit in a week or so, we are waiting on the students in the seminary in Arusha and in the teacher's college here to finish their first semesters.  We are waiting for the missionary in Musoma who is selling us his car to make his last trip to Mwanza, so we can begin the process of paperwork and repair to make that transition.  We are waiting to sell our old car, waiting for the uniforms for St. Penny's to be finished, and, well, you get the idea.  It's not that we don't have a lot to do that is fairly significant, but we have to work around someone else's agenda.  We spent two days working out all the repairs we need for the mission and the schedule for finishing the filters, but we are waiting on a cash transfer from Paypal and from an American band to an American bank, so we can get the money transferred to our bank in Musoma.  We know what needs to be done and pretty much in what order, but first--we wait.  Every Tanzanian is good at waiting and we are getting pretty good at it.  We come from a culture of FedEx and microwave cooking where waiting is a whole different thing that causes stress and anger.  Here, waiting lets us spend more time in prayer, more time thinking about what is really important, but it does makes us feel like we are not doing our part because we are not busy every single day.  When I used to travel by air, I wanted the shortest layovers possible.  Now, I prefer layovers of several hours so that I know that I will make my connection and my luggage will make the transition as well.  We have become good waiters which is something I think God has done.  Less stress, more time for prayer--that can't be all bad.  Welcome to Africa.
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