Archive for September, 2012


A “Not So Average” Day In My Life

 Hello from Congo! I’m so glad my mom asked me to write a blog post about my time here has been. I’ve been wanting to write about it on my own blog for quite some time, but when I have any free time at all, I usually choose to sleep. And as you can tell it’s taken me over a week just to get this post out! I think you may be able to understand why after reading this.  I’m going to give you an idea of what my life is like with an hour by hour log of one day last week. It was a really important day around here b/c this was the day that everything changed. My day started very differently then it began, and things have been getting better and better ever since!


September 27, 2012

6:30 am: We all woke up after a long night of restlessness. The kids were still in a lot of pain and each woke up several times to cry and pull off their socks to scratch. I woke up to a soaked bed b/c I had twice as many bed wetter’s in my bed than usual (curse that lost bag that had our extra air mattresses in it!). But aside from all of that, the real reason I could not sleep was due to my own nightmares in which I got jiggers myself!!

6:42 am: I gave each child an outfit to put on, only to have them reject them and insist on the pinkier, girlier, more adorable DIRTY clothes from the laundry basket… awesome!




7:00 am and not a minute later, we showed up for breakfast. Being the huge party we are and the excessive amount of time we take to just get settled, we always try to be the first ones at the table so that we can have the full hour to eat and so that we don’t cause any more of a ruckus then we already do!


7:01-8:59 am: is a strategically choreographed stress hour in which my dad and I toast a whole loaf of bread for our whole clan while making sure everyone gets their choice of spread (butter, jelly, nutella, honey) on it. We’re learning important words in whatever version of French-gala that the kids are using that day. Our most popular choices around here are “lipa” for bread, “my” for water (which when they all ask for it at once, they sound A LOT like the flock of seagulls in “Finding Nemo” saying “mine” 😛 ) and “zumba” for bathroom. And yes, every time some needs the bathroom it DOES make me feel the need to bust some of my exercise dance moves.


9 am-11 am: My dad left for the day, taking the easiest child with him, G Man, of COURSE.  This left me with my 3 favorite wild girls, Lil S, YY Baby, and Tripple T. I embrace the fact that there WILL be chaos so I begin my role as damage control.  For example… Sometimes I repack all of my clothes that YY Baby took upon herself try on. I hurry to recap all of the markers that had been left out to dry, and I try to make sure no one is plotting an escape and scatter from our room like Lil S cooked up a couple days before to get out of getting their meds!


            All of that was normal and tolerable until the girls got so wound up in our tiny hotel room that they start breaking things and getting hurt.  Kids refused to put socks and sandals on,  so going outside was out of the question! It was especially difficult b/c my full attention is required in 5 different directions at all times and demanding a lot of energy and patience as I try to understand what the kids are trying to tell me, as I to try to meet their needs. G man tends to compulsively asks for bread all morning (he usually eats 10 slices of bread I might add…). Girls that feel left out throw temper tantrums to get attention, while others choose the silent treatment to punish me for making them follow directions. Being that half of us were running on no sleep, all of these problems just became intensified by my desire to join my face to my pillow and sleep the rest of the day away. I hadn’t left the compound since my arrival to Kinshasa 5 days before, and I was ready to explode. At that point that everyone is exhausted, I have to gain the strength to do the impossible. Bring them to lunch!



Coming tomorrow

Posted: September 28, 2012 in Uncategorized

Blogpost “A day in the life of Julie”… tune in tomorrow to laugh and cry with Julie!

Sad Feet, Happy Feet!

Posted: September 27, 2012 in Uncategorized

Precious feet of a 3 year old girl before intervention                                                Same feet after intervention.

A peaceful picture for today!

Posted: September 26, 2012 in Uncategorized

The W Questions

Posted: September 25, 2012 in Uncategorized







and many many more children who have been given relief from their painful condition, thanks to YOU!

More and more and more Jiggars.  Even the children who have been treated and had nailed removed to kill those nasty things have eggs hatching in their feet.  So more ‘cutting’ is done almost every day on these children.  My, My, there must be a spiritual illustration in this.  Right now, if I hear the word jiggar again,  I might scream.

I thought I had seen the worst, but I had not.  All the original 14 children whom I had identified in late August have had treatment for jiggars.  Most continue to require ‘touch up’ work.  However, there are many others who also need surgery.  New children have come in to the orphanage.  Some of the older children who have lived there for a long time also need attention.  One precious sweet little boy has just come into care in the past 3 weeks, He came from a red cross center.  This poor little boy has a bad burn on the bottom of his foot.  I do not even what to THINK about how that happened.  However jiggars have worked their way into the burn.  POOR POOR little guy.. God please help these children to be relieved from their suffering.   I am attaching that picture.  Please continue to pray for the healing of these precious souls.

here is little Elie all bandaged up after surgery

Lastly, here is a picture of a large jiggar egg pulled out of a child’s foot

These things are tough but WE ARE TOUGHER!

These things are resistant but WE ARE MORE RESISTANT!

These things are cruel but THEY WILL NOT GET US DOWN.

Pray for these children!

Before and After

Child B