Wednesday, April 30, 2014

What Could Go Wrong

I didn't put a question mark at the end of that title because it was not a question. I am actually telling you in this post all the things that can go wrong right before you go out of the tribe on your first furlough (I feel like a real missionary now. I am going on furlough. Real missionaries have furloughs)

Anyway, here goes. Flights and plans to get a language check and to get help repairing your tractor can get pushed further and further back until two families come into your tribe at one time the week before you leave. One family unfortunately has to stay at your house. Unfortunate for them because you have already packed up tons of stuff and your house looks like Gypsies live there ("Christian Gypsies" to quote my mother). 

Not only that, but you find that your shower has been leaking and have to take it apart along with half of your bedroom and are putting everything back together as your company comes in…"Hi, welcome to our home. This will be your room. Just wait one second while we put the walls back on."

You realize that you are very low on food and have just enough to feed your family until you leave so you place an order to get some nice things flown in so you won't be a terrible hostess, seem horribly inhospitable and lose your "Southern Lady" card. 

That food never comes in. You have a mild anxiety attack cry a little then your husband comes in gives you a hug and you realize it is time to take your language test. 

On top of all that you have a very itchy contact dermatitis on your arms and legs and some of the spots have become infected and you are now fighting cellulitis in your foot (again!) Then a spider bites you sometime in the night and makes a huge painful sore on your finger which also quickly becomes infected sending red streaks down your right hand. Now you are digging through the tub you packed all your medicine in to try and find the antibiotics you need. 

Big Sigh. 

The language test actually goes well and both of the missionary wives who have come to visit are amazing ladies who brought food and treats and encouraging hugs. They did crafts with my kids and washed all my dishes and their five (all together) boys joined easily into this team full of girls! It ended up being a very busy but very fun time and God somehow kept my pantry with just enough food just like he did with those baskets of bread and fish. 

I am now typing this on my last night in Hewa and trying to wrap my brain around not being here for the next nine months. It is weird and scary, but exciting at the same time. Hmmm, this seems familiar. I think you could pretty much wrap up my life in those three words all the time. 

Weird. Scary. Exciting. 

That is all. 


  1. You should come by the MTC while you're home and meet your small following of future missionary wives that are here :)

  2. Alisha, we would seriously LOVE to come to the MTC! There are lots of people there we want to visit. It is a long drive, but we are considering it! :) I am glad that you future missionary wives are reading this! It is why I started it! Before we came I looked all over the internet to try to find someone blogging about life in PNG!

  3. Jessi, your posts are real, raw, and helpful. Totally appreciate it!!