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Friday, January 6, 2012

Why?


So why go? Why leave Sydney, family and friends, a loyal Labrador, a lovely house, and a secure job?
Well, this is my side of the story. Andrew, although supporting my reasons, would have his own thoughts and callings.

I was born in Tabora, Tanzania. Daughter of missionaries. My childhood was spent growing up in Tabora, Kigoma and Dodoma. Mum home schooled my sister and I, until our final year in Africa when we attended an English school.  I have fond memories of life then that revolve around a number of snapshots – our black Labrador dogs, playing outside in the dirt, snakes, hospital (I had two hernias operated on), train travel, soda in glass bottles, maandazis, baobab fruit, baobab trees, gutting fish, concrete floors… the list goes on.
me with my mum & sister (Philly) at Livingstone's Memorial in Ujiji, and pounding maize
After we ‘came home’ and settled into life in Australia (I was in Year 3) I always had in the back of my mind that one day I would go back and work in some capacity. But things change. I finished high school. Worked and travelled for a couple of years. Went to university. Started teaching. Got married. Bought a house. Had kids.
At the end of 2008 I began to think about Africa again, and began to think about what I was doing with my life. Was I happy teaching at a local school? (yes) Was there something else I should be doing? (possibly yes) I mentioned my thoughts to Andrew, and suggested we go and teach in Africa for a while. His response:  Are you kidding!?! He pointed out that we were just about to embark on a major extension of the house, and I couldn’t have everything I wanted in life. (true)
I put the idea out of my head and enjoyed the planning of our house renovations, and then the redecorating of our home.
Philly, Stephanie, me & Stephanie's sister (Suzannah)

In December 2010, an old friend Stephanie posted a message on Andrew’s facebook page – she wanted to build a school in Tanzania (where she is living) and would he come and help. I was excited. In my mind our bags were packed and we were boarding a plane. Andrew’s response: Are you kidding!?!
No. No I wasn’t.
It has taken a year of discussion, prayer, decision making, and we are ready to move.
One thing that I have reminded of in this process is the way God looks after us, and only wants good things for us. He knows the desires of our hearts.
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6: 33 & 34)
So I am going to:

*go back to Tanzania, the place I spent my early childhood,
*give my own children the experience of a lifetime,
*to make a difference in other people’s lives by helping in any way I can, & therefore show Jesus’ love for them, and
*support Stephanie’s vision for a school.
Who knows what the next few years will bring… but what an adventure!

2 comments:

  1. Jenny, I've only just discovered this blog. It's so amazing!! Do keep it up like this and we'll really be able to journey with you. i'm so excited for you! And I'm already planning to come and visit you! (No promises though, except for lots of letters!)
    What a beautiful blessing from God, to give you this joy in being a blessing to others.
    with much love (and a few tears), Rachel

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  2. I am privileged to know you Jenny, although now I realise how little I know about you!? So I look forward to hearing more about you and your family's journey...

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