Hmph.

I have decided since it has been so sorely long since I last published anything here that it was about time I wrote again. That and I feel hypocritical scolding others for not blogging when I have not been blogging either. So here we are, I'm writing another post, even though it feels rather pointless since the only people who read this blog are my mom and other assorted family members who know all about the latest developments in my life anyway.

I have recently been considering the oddness of my life. Somehow I have ended up spending my summer working as a home health care CNA, something that I never could have envisioned myself doing just 4 months ago, something, in fact, that I had vowed never to do. Now, as I prepare to move back to school (I have two days of work left and one week till I move) I find myself planning to get another home health care job back at school. This job (while occasionally frustrating) has turned out to be really a rather good job for me. It's experience in health care, granted at most homes I'm little more than the maid, but still. The hours are flexible (which will make it perfect for working into my school schedule). This job, and the variety of people I've encountered has provided some very interesting and educational experiences; I've had patients with mental/emotional problems (one locked me out of the house), patients with dementia, patients with a matter of days to live, and patients who are just unpleasant. This job hasn't been terribly helpful with practicing my nursing skills (except butt-wiping and bed-making) but it has been good experience as far as simply dealing with different sorts of people. This certainly is not something I want to continue doing for the rest of my life, but as far as a job for the summer and for the remainder of my time in school goes, it's not too bad. I'm not really sure how I ended up here, but somehow God got me to this point and it's pretty good.

As for other news, I'm heading back to school in a week and moving into a very nice house that I'm renting with three other girls. Basically, life is pretty awesome.

Huzzah!

My first thought upon typing the title of this blog was,"ah! that's the kind of word that's spelled the same backwards as forwards!" But upon closer inspection it turns out that it is not. If you type it backwards you get hazzuh. Huh. Kinda of awkward. Not as great as huzzah. But whether you prefer huzzah or hazzuh, the point is, today I passed my first semester of clinical! I still have two final exams next week, but I've finished my first clinical.

It's been an awesome semester. I've enjoyed clinical (at least most of the time). For those of you who don't know, I've been in the hospital 1 day a week for 8 hours caring for two patients at a time. I'd be responsible for my patient's primary care (hygiene, making the bed, helping them get up) as well as vitals signs, assessments of the pt.'s condition, wound care, catheter care, and medications. I like working with patients and I'm still sure that this is what I want to do.

I'm now looking for a job for the summer as a CNA so be praying that I find something.

Semester Update

Hey all! I thought it was about time I blessed you all with an update on the life of Amy.

The last half a semester (dear goodness, has it already been half a semester?) has been awesome. We've been in the hospital twice. These were just half days and all we were doing was CNA work (basic stuff: take vital signs, make beds, give bed baths) just to get used to working with actual patients. It was kind of intimidating the first morning but I was surprised just how not-awkward it felt, even almost natural. I really enjoyed working with the patients. I am quite sure now that i've chosen the right career. I just passed skills check-off, which means I am now qualified to administer oral, subQ, and intramuscular medications; do a sterile dressing change, and insert a foley catheter (among other skills). Next week we're back in the hospital. We're going to be in the hospital every Wednesday from 0645 (yes that's morning) to about 1600 (that's 4 pm). We'll be getting our own patients (just one to start with then two toward the end of the semester) which means we'll each be doing our patient's care (at least the skills we're qualified to do). Each night before clinical we have to go in and look at our patient's chart and prepare a care plan to prove that we understand the patient's condition and treatment and can safely care for that patient the following day. It's really exciting! REally intimidating, but really exciting!

I'm looking for a house to rent with three other girls for next semester. We're all really excited the idea of having a house, and it would cost me a lot less to rent a house with them than to continue living on campus. We've found a couple that look really nice and are really close to campus and we're going to try to tour them soon. Be praying for us.

Lets' see, what else? I've already covered the really big things. Otherwise life consists of lots of little adventures; dancing, and going to Old C's happy hour, and cooking. Oh, on that note, my roommate and I made a brilliant discovery- don't use dish soap in place of dish detergent! They seem interchangeable, they're not. Bubbles, lots of bubbles. That was a fun day. Several weeks ago some friends and I went to the Victorian Ball. We got all dressed up in Victorian clothing and learned various dances from the era, and ate delicious food. Lots of fun. Last weekend I spent with a couple freinds going to a school musical and the art museum. Generally, life is pretty awesome.

Africa- Installment 4

What day are we on now? Right. Friday. Friday I saw a little girl (maybe 5 or 6) manifest a demon. She fell down and started screaming and writhing on the floor. It's bad enough to see an adult who's tormented by a demon, but when it's a child, oh.. that's just not acceptable. The pastor and I prayed for God's peace for the girl and the demon immediately shut up and the girl was normal again. The girl's mother was some sort of leader in the church and we prayed with her for the girl to be free from the demon.

One of the craziest things of the entire trip for me happened that afternoon. It still baffles me. I was talking with a woman and the conversation seemed to be going well. There were no translators nearby but that turned out not to be a problem because she apparently spoke English, perfect English. We had been talking for a while when suddenly nothing I said seemed to make sense to her anymore. She then looked up at me, apparently very confused, and said, in perfect English, "I speak only Swahili. I don't speak English. You are speaking to me in Swahili". Crazy, huh? Unfortunately after that we were unable to communicate at all. She then talked with one of the men from the church for a little while and they both seemed contented and moved on. I don't know what exactly happened or what God did with her, but I would like to think that God did something with that conversation. Perhaps we lost our understanding of each other because the conversation had gone as far as it needed to, I don't know. Anyway, it was crazy.

We had one more day of the conference, in which I don't remember anything too terribly exciting happening. Well, at least not any major healings though certainly there were people who got healed and people who gave their lives to Christ, which is exciting enough right?

The following day we headed off for Ngorongoro for a few (awesome) days of safari before leaving Tanzania. Basically, the trip rocked (in case you hadn't gotten that already); lots of healings (each day we had people dancing on stage who had previously been unable to walk), lots of salvations, and lots of lives touched by God.

Africa- Installment 3

After a rather lengthy break in my storytelling I shall continue with Wednesday.

Wednesday was the beginning of the conference we were working with (the Call Africa). The conference consisted of a pastors' meeting in the morning and a rally for anyone in the area who wanted to come in the afternoon. There were 4 different locations in and around Moshi and each team went to a different location each day.

There isn't much to say about Wednesday. It was a good day, but a day in which very little that was particularly memorable occured (to me at least, that's not to say the rest of the team didn't have memorable experiences that day). There is one person who sticks out in my mind from that day. A man who's right arm and leg were paralyzed. I prayed for him and the moment I had finished speaking he started, slowly, to move his arm, then his leg, and as he did so his face lit up with the biggest grin I think it could contain.

Thursday, in comparison, was very exciting. First we were unexpectedly joined by a group of high school students from New Zealand who had apparently been invited by one of the local pastors. They could not minister with us becuase only people who are with GMA are allowed to minister at their conferences (after all, they don't want people who's intentions and training they don't know being associated with them) but they performed the songs they had prepared (the national anthem of New Zealand and a maori war dance) which were met by the assembled crowd with great appreciation.

Anyway, on to the real stories. During ministry time after our pastor's sermon one of my teammates and I prayed for a young woman with a demon. The demon left her (hallelujah!) and then she asked us to pray for her feet. We looked and saw nothing wrong with her feet. She explained that she had club feet but as she looked at her feet a sheepish smile cam over her face- she hadn't noticed till that moment that she ahd been healed. God had healed her feet at the same time as setting her free from that demon!

I saw a lot of people healed that evening and there were a lot of people set free from demons, but that story is the one that really sticks out.

Africa- Installment 2

Tues July 7
I have to admit, I had not been very excited for our activities this day. This was our Bless Africa day when we broke into small groups and went to various places in and around Moshi to minister. Some people went to orphanages, some to a blind school, some to a deaf school, some to other interesting places, and I was to go to with two other women to a widow's group. Widows? What do i have in common with widows? How much cooler to go pray for some deaf or blind kids! But no, widows. It actually turned out to be really cool. All the women there were so blessed to have us with them. Each of the three of us got a chance to get up and speak to them and share God's heart with them. One of my biggest fears going on this trip was the fear that I would have to do just that- get up in front of a crowd of spiritually hungry Africans and say something meaningful- and those of you who know me well-or at all really- will realize that public speaking is not exactly my forte nor something I enjoy- but this I enjoyed. God told me just what he wanted to share with these beautiful women and they were touched by it- they had tears in their eyes. I find it truly amazing that God could use me to so deeply touch these women.

We were then whisked away to visit a women's dairy co-op. What the purpose of this visit was, I have no idea, but they certainly seemed to enjoy it. Our visit consisted mainly of being carted around the entire mountain village in the back of a standing-room-only pick-up truck with a group of joyous and constantly singing women to each of their three milk coolers. Did I mention this is Africa, and it's in the mountains, and the roads are- well- exciting? Yep, good times, good times (and I mean that, I'm not just being sarcastic, it was fun). AFter serving us an extraodinary meal, they presented us with gifts. A traditional wrap skirt for each of us, which they wrapped around us themselves with much song and dance (During this ceremony we got a call from one of the group leaders asking if we would be on time to be picked up. To this Ann replied "I have to go, they're dressing us").

Africa- Finally!

Today I have a treat for all you wonderful patient people- I am finally going to carry through with my promise to share with you all my stories from Tanzania! Exciting, no? So here it is- relief from your long months of agony (to be completed in a few installments)!

Sunday July 5
This was our first official day of ministry. We were broken up into groups of two or three to go minister at various churches within the vicinity of Moshi (the city we were in, in case you hadn't gathered that). The plan was to go to our churches and then come back to the hotels and have the rest of the day to recoup. That is not at all the way my day actually went. The pastor of the church I went to wanted to to take me and the guy I was with to a rally that the local pastors had put together and we, being the intrepid team that we were, agreed. So, after a rather adventurous lunch at the pastor's home, we made our way to Machengo field where we found an already enormous crowd awaiting us. The alter call that night brought forward 700 people. Even more came forward wanting physical healing. And so it was that I- tired and overwhelmed and hungry, having never seen anyone actually healed when I prayed for them- was released into the oncoming crowd to minister. And you know what? God is really awesome. When you step out and do something crazy he backs you up. I stepped out into that crowd not feeling the least bit brave and he used me. The first woman I prayed for that night had failing sight and hearing and she was healed. After that I found myself surrounded by people wanting prayer, most of whom were children with vision problems and God healed each one of them.

Monday July 6
I went into town with another member of our group and spent the day wandering around doing street ministry. We ended up with a young man- a street vendor- named Kelvin translating for us. He stopped to translate for the first man we prayed for and then accompanied us for the rest of the day. As we were walking we ran into another street vendor (a rather obnoxious one if I may say so). Upon learning that we were there to pray for people he gave up on his attempts to sell us his wares and led us to a man he thought we should pray for. THis man was an old, crippled beggar. He couldn't stand and his fingers were gnarled and deformed- as though he had leprosy. His fingers didn't grow back out (how awesome would that have been?!) but he was able to get up and walk when we finished praying for him. Kelvin was deeply touched that a man who hadn't been able to walk for years would be able to get up and walk after we prayed for him. I kept telling him that he could do the same thing- pray for people and see them healed- and that he could do far more than we could do becuase he lives there and speaks the language. I hope he took it to heart. Our street vendor friend then led us on to pray for another person, a elderly muslim man with bad knees. We prayed for him and he slowly stood up, stomped one foot then the other, looked up with a huge smile and started jumping around. By that time we had a whole group of street vendors surrounding us. They can be extremely obnoxious at first, but once they see you praying for people and talking about God, they forget all about selling anything and follow you around just wanting to hear everything you have to say. (The muslim man's son also followed us for a while, but only because he wanted to trade with me for my shiny purple GMA bracelet- the bracelet which I couldn't trade because it marked me as a member of the ministry team.) I think the thing I found most touching about that day was Kelvin. He never once tried to sell us anything (he, in fact, saved us from an argument with some other street vendors), he struck me as being a very honorable young man, and he was so hungry for God. Before going back to the hotel we bought him a Bible.

So, there is installment one, installment two will hopefully be posted tomorrow.