Return From Senegal

 I wasn't sure what I was going to do in Senegal but two days before we left, we got a message from our missionionary:  "Do you have anyone who can make curtains?"  Our leader immediately said yes, called me and asked, "Have you ever made curtains before?"  Well, I hadn't but I thought, "How difficult can that be?"  It turns out that making curtains was basically my soul purpose for being there.  Interesting how God works through our abilities, no matter how mundane.  I'm the one in the middle.

 Here they are hanging.  They will separate three beds, side by side and possibly another bed on the facing wall.  We needed heavy cotton that would be difficult through which to see.  We bought it in the market and thought we had enough but it turns out that there was significant shrinking so we had to track down some more.  We had trouble finding the right color and almost settled for a contrasting color when there it was--the same color and just a little different pattern--perfect.  The curtains were finished on the last afternoon that we were in the town. 

 The doctor was very pleased and expressed it to our missionary.

 Here is his wife sewing for the first time. We all got a chance to help.  I also grandmothered their three children (the fourth being 3 hours away at school) by teaching the 10 year old to sew and fixing a few pieces of clothing.  Kimberley (above) was excited and can't wait to show her mother that she actually used a sewing machine.  What an amazing family--such sacrifice and patience.

 The Senegalese are happy, peaceful people.  These boys are invited almost every day into the missionaries' compound to play on the trampoline.  Notice the tire swings in the background.  Though there is very little crime in Fatick, the compound is guarded at night.

 Here are a few little cuties hamming it up for the camera.  They loved getting their pictures taken.

This is a little neighborhood boy.  Everyone is barefoot or has very worn sandals.  Garbage is present everywhere.  There are no designated dumps and no trash pick-up.  Fifty years ago all the garbage was bio-degradeable but not now.

 Our nurse (the lady in the plaid top in the first picture) was able to witness the birth of this little sweetie.  This is our pastor's wife holding him.  The plaid top was a gift from the mother made especially for our nurse's help and encouragement the day before delivery and during delivery.

The nurse was really put to work.  This beautiful little three year old boy, the brother of the new baby, two days before we arrived, lost the first joint of his pointer finger in a bicycle chain accident.  The mother ran out after hearing his screams and fainted.  The father came running, thought his wife had died and saw the mangled finger.  A relative wound up extracating the boy and the father deleriously ran for Mo-John, the name given to our missionary.  Mo-John, Travis, usually fixes everyone's wounds but the finger was so bad that they had to drive the 3-hour trip to a decent hospital to have it amputated.  Our nurse changed the bandages while we were there.  She put just what she needed in her bag "just in case."  Isn't it wonderful that God helps us plan for things in advance and we don't even know for what we're planning?  A couple of hospital rooms in Fatick were cleaned, the cleaning of the hospital grounds was completed, and much encouragement was given to the missionaries by our team.  I'd go back in a heartbeat.