Picture 1:  I was able to fly back to the U.S for my sister’s wedding.

Picture 2:  As part of class, we took a tour in French of this cathedral.

Picture 3:  One weekend, I got to feel really Canadian and drive a sled dog team.

I never before realized the power of the “send” button.  Before I pressed it, the rhythm of the     missions preparation process that has lasted four years, rather than the one I naively anticipated, had lulled me into feeling that my place in Burkina Faso was just a dream, even though I was only a couple weeks away from finishing language school—the last step.  But then I typed an e-mail   asking my travel agent to buy tickets to Burkina Faso for July 16^th…and I pressed “send.”  And then I panicked.  The “send” button had used its powers to evaporate every feeling of unreality, exchanging it for the question “What on earth am I doing?!”  You know the feeling when you’re at the airplane door and you realize there’s no longer anything you can do to keep your sky-diving     instructor who is attached to you from jumping?—boring compared to pressing “send.”  It took me a while to remember that God is more powerful than any button, that the God who strengthened me and displayed His grace for me over and over during these last four years is the same God to whom I will grow even closer in Africa.

So on July 17^th I will arrive in Ouagadougou, the capitol of Burkina Faso, which has doubled its population in the last five years to two million people, people from each of the 70 different tribal groups of Burkina plus refugees from many other West African countries.  Less than ten percent know the Lord.  I want to begin showing them God’s love as soon as I arrive, building relationships with the children in my neighborhood so that I can start my first Good News Club^® there and also building relationships with churches so that together we can start Good News Clubs all over the city, all over the country, maybe all over the world.  I can’t wait to see more  Burkinabe people discover the power of the “send” button, following God across the sea themselves to share His love.

Praise God For:

· The progress I have made in French.

· Heidi, a Swiss-American who is preparing to join the work in Ouagadougou for one year.

Please Pray That:

· My national director will be able to find a good house for me in Ouagadougou, even though he lives a couple hours away.

· I will be able to rejoice in God’s ways as I say goodbye to friends and family in Canada and the U.S.

 

Picture 1: My teachers and some of my fellow students. This semester I’m in the advanced class with 5 other missionaries, and there are 17 students in total.

Picture 2:   I’ve enjoyed getting to know people at church through participating in the French choir.

I wasn’t called into missions while high on drugs…but that’s what I told everyone in my language class.  I meant to say I was called while on a trip to Burkina Faso, but apparently in French there is a distinct difference between being on a trip and in one.

At least this was an in-class mistake as opposed to a “real-world” one, although I’m not lacking in that type either.  One time at church a lady asked me how many children I have.  When I tried to say, “I don’t have any; I’m single,” the word celibataire came out célèbre, so I  actually told her, “I don’t have any…I’m famous.”

Unfortunately, not being  fluent isn’t always humorous.  Even going to stores, banks, and           restaurants is nerve-wracking without knowing if I’ll be able to communicate.  It’s even more difficult to build friendships when my vocabulary doesn’t go much deeper than the weather.  I start each day knowing I am going to fail numerous times and am constantly aware of how much less I can express than I could in English.  It tempts me to dread French, and by extension, to not want to love the people who speak it.

A quote from Augustine I heard at my French church made me realize that English can be an idol: "Idolatry is worshiping anything that ought to be used or using anything that ought to be worshiped."

English is really only a tool—to glorify by my words the only One worthy of worship—but when I cling to English and make it an idol, it’s like trying to build a house with only a screwdriver.  Even though I may not know how to use the hammer fluently, God still uses my efforts to glorify Him in French too.

I’m now in my last semester of language school, and I head to Burkina Faso this summer.  I have a lot to do before then besides improving my French:  getting plane tickets, figuring out what I need and how to get it there, and continuing to talk with the national director about how my ministry will look.  Since I have no idea what I’m doing, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your prayers to our God who knows everything (including every word in the French dictionary).

Praise God for:

· The progress He’s given me in understanding and speaking French.

· The community of other missionary families also studying French and living in apartments on campus.

  Please Pray for:

· My attitude as I learn French, that I would not get frustrated but would have patience, perseverance, and even joy through the process.

· My preparations for Africa.  I’m not even sure what all I need to do, but I know there’s a lot, and most of it, I don’t know how to do.