Story #1: Every time we ride home from Ambo, about 30
minutes into the car ride, Kes Cimdii will turn around and say “Marnie, tabata!”
(“Marnie, play!”). In other words, “Marnie,
talk to me!” The first time he said it,
he explained that in Ethiopian culture, when people are together they are very
conversational. He traced it all the way
back to the history of the country – most of the people were nomads, so they
were forced to come together to find out where the best places to bring their
animals were. Kes says that’s why
Ethiopians are so welcoming and conversational now. I don’t know how true the story is, but I do
know that the characteristics are true of Ethiopians today. And lately, it’s been pretty convicting. I LOVE the drive to Ambo, mainly because it gives
me 2 ½ hours of uninterrupted solitude.
I get to stare out the window at the beautiful landscape, get lost in my
thoughts, and eventually lay down the seats and take a bumpy nap (then again,
when it’s only 6:30 in the morning, I guess you could just say I fall back
asleep). When Kes first told me to “Tabata”,
I thought “Whoa, that’s against my whole philosophy of this Ambo drive”, but I’m
SO thankful that he did. I’ve gotten to
have some amazing conversations with him about how he leads his family, learn
some new words in Amheric and Afan Oromo, and hear about powerful ways that he’s
seen God come through in his life. I’ve
learned a whole new meaning of what it looks like to be reliant on God through
Kes Cimdii, and most of that I can attribute to our conversations to and from
Ambo (mainly from, because I still like to take my “morning naps” on the way
there).
Story #2: Today (Thursday), Simbo gave up her entire day
just to spend time with Brittany and I at the church. She literally gave up her entire day - I
texted her in the morning and said that we’d be at the church from 2:30 – 5:00. She thought I meant Ethiopian time, which
means 8:30 – 11:00 a.m. (I’d heard of different time zones before, but Ethiopia
has a different time SYSTEM. It’s serves same purpose as using inches instead
of centimeters… it just keeps life complicated)
I got a frustrated text at 11:20 after having missed 2 of her calls.
WHOOPS. (I was excited because it was further proof that people assume I’m
Ethiopian, but I still felt bad.) I was
also really honored because she left for lunch after having waited for us in
the morning and then came back to hang out (AND we didn’t get there until
3:15). We started talking about random
things, and about 5 minutes into our conversation I started looking for things
for us to do. I pulled yarn out of my
backpack to finger knit, I almost brought my computer out to go through
pictures, and finally, I got a deck of cards (my backpack has become a Mary
Poppins bag). I asked if she knew any
card games and she said “Yeah, but let’s just talk! You guys leave so soon!” Once again, I was convicted of how little I
value conversation. I’m constantly
looking for the next thing to DO and have a really hard time simply sitting and
BEING with people. She had traveled 45
minutes just to talk to us for a couple hours, and for some reason I
couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to come just to talk. At home, I love going on walks with people or
going on “coffee” dates or to the river because I get to have awesome
conversations, but all of those still involve doing something. She had literally come just to sit on a bench
in church and get to know us better so that she could take advantage of the
limited time we had together.
Together, the two experiences left me thinking a lot about
what it means to value people. I get so
easily consumed with myself and my thoughts and my “Marnie time”
(which I know is important, but that’s not the point right now) that I neglect
to take advantage of the opportunities I have in front of me to fellowship with
people. So often I’ll think that
I’ve covered all the possible conversation topics with people, but I don’t
think that’s possible with ANYONE. We
have so much to learn from everybody because everyone has a story
and experiences that are different from our own. I want take as much advantage of this as I
can instead of getting so caught up in “Marnie world” that I forget to appreciate
the people I’m surrounded with every day.
It’s cool because this isn’t something that is limited to Ethiopia and
it’s *hopefully* a “lesson” I can take home (and it’s something I can bring
back that doesn’t take up room in my suitcase.
I’m praying for the “Mary Poppins backpack” to come through while I’m
packing – turns out trying to come home with just carry-ons is way harder than
I expected).
And so this post isn't all my feelings about life... here are some pictures!
Rudy's Birthdayd! Kes found out it was the "big day" in the morning, told Misganaw, and then by the afternoon they had thrown together a party! |
Misganaw and Tatilu's BEAUTIFUL family |
The "conjo" (beautiful) chef |
Tatilu and Misganaw |
Bortuqua!!! I wasn't able to go visit her home because I was doing necklaces, so she gave me this doll instead! |
Marta!!! One of the Ambo SVO staff - she also has the biggest servant's heart I've ever seen. |
Health screening in Buaryu - all the kids came to have their yearly check-ups. |
Tea and bread after the health screening - Hannah (left) and :Girum (right) |
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