For more of an explanation of these Jimmy Fallon inspired thank you’s and to read the original click here.
THANK YOU, supporters and prayer warriors for praying that God would send this single missionary a man to join her on the mission field. But, next time could you be a bit more specific???? It’s not that I don’t like having my brother here with me, it’s just that I’m creeped out by his love (and I mean LOVE) for the bright (and I mean BRIGHT) yellow pineapple yogurt they sell in Zambia and I’m afraid I, too, might be somehow genetically inclined toward this strange affinity.
Thank you God for sending my brother Isaac to the mission field! Basically, if you are a single missionary “praying for a man,” you better hope God sends your brother, because it’s awesome. I don’t like it, I love it. It’s too good to have a brother to share every experience with it, to help me change my car battery, and to worship a God who’s been faithful with. What a gift!
THANK YOU, staff members and kids for dressing up spontaneously on Halloween and trick or treating. I never in my adulthood had been a treat passer out-er and didn’t know which kind I would be. The kind who gives giant candy bars? The kind who passes out tooth brushes? Would I be the circus peanut person or the fun sized candy bar guru? Blame it on the fact that the event was unplanned and I didn’t know it was coming. Blame it on the fact that we were in the middle of the 21 Day Fix. Whatever the reason, this Halloween I found out which kind of treat passer outer I am. The kind who passes out carrots, that’s who. And I better not catch you taking more than one!!!
Thankful to live with creative people and to get to do life with our staff! Between all the highs and lows of life out here the one guarantee is that there will be laughter and fun.
THANK YOU, hand washed clothes, for meeting not just our hygienic needs, but also our fashion needs with the inevitable stretching. I used to wear dresses. Now I wear mumus. I used to wear skinny jeans. Now I wear mom jeans.
We have two ladies who come and wash our clothes during the week that deserve a big thank you. We so appreciate the work that they do and the stories, advice and occasional Nyanja lessons the slip in between laundry and dishes. We love them!
THANK YOU, Nyanja words that sound like English cuss words. What my students hear roughly translated is “Put it in the gaga ball pit,” but what I hear is “%**$%& gaga ball.” If you’re a teacher or you’ve ever supervised a competitive game at recess you would understand why this is so life-giving.
I actually am thankful for recess! I love the times to watch the students let down their guard and just have fun, and occasionally I like the opportunity to play gaga ball (octoball) with them. I love watching them grow in resiliency and character through play.
THANK YOU, someone in the 90’s who gave Isaac a fanny pack with his name embroidered on it. He brought it to Germany at age 5 when it looked cute and he’s brought it with him again to Zambia almost 20 years later, making it our most faithful, albeit less cute, travel companion. I’m not saying that fanny packs can’t come back in style, because miracles do happen. I just don’t think fire engine red ones like this will be the one to bring them back.
Thankful for a brother to tease and for the teasing he gives right back. Did I mention I like having a brother around here? 😀
THANK YOU to the 6+ pairs of speed bumps on my ride into Lusaka for church. You bring new meaning to the phrase “You are driving me BONKers”
Thankful for a church that it’s worth the hour drive and the speed bumps to get to. Thankful to be learning that even if a church isn’t a short bike ride away you can still find a community there and be a part of it in a different, but uniquely special way. Also, always thankful for the long drive to church and the conversations those rides bring.
THANK YOU, CS Lewis, for creating the Dufflepod an invisible, noisy, and nonintimidating one legged creature from the Chronicles of Narnia. Whenever I hear unidentifiable noise in my house, like the pitter-patter I hear above me right now, I like to pretend it’s a Dufflepod, instead of assuming it’s some sort of rodent. It helps me sleep much better.
Thankful for the house that we live in that is not without its quirks, yet feels like home. In awe that God can expand your heart enough to have room for two places to be home.
THANK YOU, new movie theaters that clearly have a few kinks to work out. Isaac and I started Lego Ninjago and when the movie suddenly shut off 15 minutes in we didn’t know what to expect. But since we had paid for a cartoon and a kiddy movie, we definitely didn’t expect IT. Does it still count as my first horror movie if we left 2 seconds into the movie?
Thankful that God interrupts and intervenes in our life, not with a horror movie, but with something new, unexpected and different than maybe what you had in mind. Thankful that His ways are good and that He can be trusted.
So much to be thankful for this year. What about you? What are you thankful for?
Let us come before Him with thanksgiving and extol Him with music and song. For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all Gods. Psalm 95:2-3