Two years ago we set sail from Auckland, New Zealand, the
only home we had known as a family except for a year we spent in Rotorua. South Auckland to be exact. Otara, then Takanini were places that we
called home. Our first boy was born on
the North Shore as that is where we resided as 19 year old parents, Michelle
from Glenfield and Asaua from Otara. Shortly
after his birth we gave our lives to Jesus and moved to where that dedication
was made- Flat Bush, South Auckland where we served in Children’s Ministries
and eventually youth ministry.
In the meanwhile, two babies came at the same time! Beautiful little girls, the ones I had longed
for after having a boy and being limited by the amount of clothes I was able to
dress him up in. They never looked quite
as pretty as the girls dresses I would see in the shops. Two and a half years later, we had another
boy to balance out the family.
Not long after the girls were born, in 2001, a couple who
were missionaries to Ethiopia for 10 years then Kenya for 15, came and visited
our church on what just happened to be our Missions emphasis weekend. They shared slides and spoke of the years
they spent serving God in Africa. I
(Michelle) grabbed my first opportunity to speak to the wife of this couple and
told her of my long desire to go to Ethiopia as a missionary. She said to me, “They need missionaries in
Ethiopia!” and a large lump formed in my throat at the very thought of it
ACTUALLY becoming a reality and all I could say was “Well, you need to convince
my husband of that” to which she replied, “No, we need to let God convince your
husband of that.”
So there we started a conversation and a journey of
understanding what and how and when and if God was really calling us to
Ethiopia. After one more baby and ten
long years of growing and learning and discerning and waiting, we set sail for
a place called Debre Zeit. The both of
us had come on separate trips to Ethiopia.
Firstly myself, with a group called the Mocha Club accompanied by 12
others from the States and Canada. I
visited a ministry called Women at Risk in Nazaret who worked to rehabilitate
women who had been involved in commercial street work. Then we visited a church in Ambo who were
working to reach out to Street kids who numbered about 100. That trip changed my life forever. I wrote this poem as a result in my
frustration of what to do from there.
“New Flower”*
I was six years old when God gave me the dream
Through images of poverty like I’d never seen
Children crying – so hungry and poor
Death stealing the lives they knew once before
To go to Ethiopia a dream had come true
Though I feared the long flight over the ocean blue
To know a world that was close to my heart
To make a difference and give a fresh start
But nothing could ever prepare me to see
The raw streets and culture that was before me
The eucalyptus scaffolds, the pavements of mud
The beggars, the markets, the horses that trod
On the street with the people – so many there were
But where they were going, I could not answer
HIV/AIDS so many had carried
Fistula relief was why women tarried
So long and hard their journey began
With labors that left dead babies in hand
Nazaret prostitutes number five thousand
Living for money but lowering the standard
Women At Risk reaching them slowly
Offering hope and love to the lowly
Healing and forgiveness is what I had witnessed
Knowing God’s love now through Grace and Forgiveness
The Street boys in Ambo so dirty and torn
Not just their clothes but the families in which they were born
No dad or mum to kiss them goodnight
No house to call home, no hope in sight
So broken and hungry but kings of the street
Orphaned and lonely no shoes on their feet
But hope was given as we entered their vision
For education, restoration, love and provision
What a blessing it was to be Jesus to them
To serve and feed, to show love through men
But now I have seen my heart breaks much more
Each life I have touched I feel responsible for
To bring them more hope? To bring them home?
To bring out my heart, to touch yours alone
So what would you do if you saw their pain?
Would you come back empty? Would your trip be in vain?
Or would you want to change the world One Soul at a time
That was my Ethiopia trip 2009
In April of 2010, Asaua came for only 8 days and spent his
time in Addis Ababa visiting different ministries including similar ones to
which I had visited. He too came back
with the conclusion that we had to do more than just a short term trip but when
we would go and what we would do was still a mystery. After doing some searching on the internet,
we found an organization that seemed to fit our vision of working with orphans
and street kids as well as women. It was
able to accommodate our needs as a family and also our financial needs, so it
seemed. We contacted them but then left
the idea for a while until one morning Asaua woke me up at 5am on a Monday
morning. You can read about that here . He told me that we have
to go to Africa. So we made
arrangements, sold our house, our car, all our furniture and belongings that we
had held so ridiculously dear and we moved into Asaua’s parents house for a
month. During this time we worked as
much as we could to raise the extra money we needed but we still left New
Zealand short of the deposit we needed to pay the organization we were coming
with. And also fully short of the
monthly commitment we had made to pay.
So for two weeks we took our kids on a journey to see what
it looked like outside of New Zealand.
We visited family in Melbourne, hung out with my cousin and her daughter
in Kuala Lumpur and then spent two nights in a hotel in Dubai paid for by old
friends. During that two weeks, God
fully came through and provided for us to stay in Ethiopia. He has continued to do so in so many different
ways.
So for almost two years now, this has been home. We have met so many different people, run
into so many different embarrassing situations, fumbled in so many
conversations and been blessed in so many different ways. We went from the known to the unknown, the
comfortable to the uncomfortable, from familiar relationships to total
estrangement. But we knew without a
doubt that this was God’s calling for our life and our season to make a change
in other people’s lives outside of ourselves.
And it’s been a journey that sometimes feels like is still
in it’s infancy stage. We learn the
language like an infant, by totally immersing ourselves around people who speak
it. So we sound like babies with funny
accents. We have learnt the culture and
seen how similar it is to that of our Samoan culture where relationship is so
important, but we are still challenged by the different systems and processes
that exist. We have seen great need yet
we feel like we haven’t even scratched the surface on helping to make a
difference in that place of need. We
have met babies who were struggling and who are now toddlers walking around and
laughing with their friends.
And we have all had a different part to play in this
journey. I just wanted to introduce you
to our family, in case you don’t know them and how they have served in this
place. This is our mission team: The
Tiatia Crew.
Wesley is our youngest and came here when he was six and
just turned eight. As a cute six year
old, living in a culture where physical affection is part of the norm, he was
smothered by anyone and everyone who wanted a taste of his cuteness. Still now his character draws people to him
and he loves to just ignore them and just get in there and play. He has made some good friends here and loves
to join in where he can in being a part of what’s going on. His friends age from 7-12 as his maturity
level is higher than most.
Matthias is now 10 but came when he was 8. For the most part, when people see him
walking on the street, they will say “China!” which means they think he is
Chinese with his straight hair and round face.
But he has adjusted and doesn’t flinch at it. He also has made some great friends here at school and from our church service. Matthias loves the local food and says that
if we ever move back to New Zealand we have to take back as much as we
can. He loves to get involved in making
food when we have guests and even just cooking for our family which normally
takes a lot longer as most foods have to be cooked from scratch. He has also grown so much spiritually since
we’ve been here and prays and reads his bible from a place of passion.
Lydia is the second of our twins who graces the stage of our
English church service every Sunday with her beautiful singing. She is now 12 and a half and counts down each
day till her 13th birthday.
She has gained a love for horses through our South African friends who
have horses and a cow and chickens on their farm in Koka. She has also gained a love for photography
and has taken over my instagram account to display some of the beauty she has
captured. She is a girl who sees beauty
all around her and often points it out to our unseeing eyes. She has also been a big part of our ministry
and is always willing to help out
especially when it comes to working with children.
Kiara is the eldest of the twins and is at least five
centimetres taller than Lydia. I always
have to tell people that they are twins and always receive a shocked reaction
because they look so different. Kiara is
great with people and especially children.
Her heart exudes through her smile and her welcoming hugs. Out of all our children, she has probably
been the one who has most caught the vision here as her own. She has a dream to build a village to house
orphaned children and get them off the street.
She knows what it looks like, what she will call it and she plans to be
a part of looking after the children in it.
She is superbly artistic and is constantly putting out works of art that
blow me away. I have seen her take
control of a class full of children in a way that totally eluded me and she
totally excels in that area.
So they are the youngest four of our team here in Ethiopia. I will let you know about us older three in Part 2!
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