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Who Taught This Man He Is Ugly?

Andre came back to see Dr. Tertius. He had a severe neck contraction that pulled his head down. His face was twisted, as if the skin had just melted off. I told Andre that my best friend at home, who I grew up with, was also named Andre. “I think you’re my Malagasy Andre since I cannot see my American Andre while I’m here.” He smiled, one of many times throughout our conversation. My friend Andre from Rochester is one...

Missing Rochester: How I Find Peace

I confess. I want to go home. I’ve been missing Rochester, NY for months. This isn’t homesickness. Rather, it’s a desire to connect to my community and the place I call home in the deep way I do here. There are plenty of things I’m missing out on at home, but I know I’m missing those things for a good reason. I know the reward will outweigh the cost. In the end, I’ll get exponentially more than I lost. More...

The Gift I Didn’t Deserve

Last Year… It was about 8 PM, and the plastic surgery patients were suffering from cabin fever after a month on board with no windows. We often took them to the outer decks after hours to get some energy out. Dylan’s grandma was holding the mobile phone to her ear and holding me tight with her free arm, while nodding toward the light blinking in the distance. That was where they had family. It was right on the beach road...

New year morning routine; Provocative Joy blog;

My Morning Habit For the New Year

Dear problem, I’m going to conquer you. This visit to the (free!) ship thrift store connected me to a pendulum clock shaped like an owl that ticks just like the big, fancy clock in the house I grew up in. This one is less fancy, more fun and cost nothing! I was so excited to find it. It looked brand new and would make my cabin feel a little bit more like a home. I quickly discovered it would be...

When Routine Takes Over

Breathe. It’s supposed to happen involuntarily. We don’t need to tell our body to do it every few seconds. Each breath gives us oxygen and yet we carry on without thinking about it. Breathe. It’s the name of our monthly hospital gathering. It’s set apart because at this gathering we tell stories seen through our own eyes of inspiration and encouragement. Unfortunately, I feel like I’ve been gasping for breath lately. I don’t see the amazing things that happen in...

How Selfishness Affects Friendship

I used to think potential friendships were predicted by the quality of those first few meet ups where you exchange names, home-towns and hobbies. If I get along and enjoy being with her, then a potential friendship is in store. Now I know that anyone can be considered a friend. Friends aren’t always the people that do amazing things for us. Friends are the ones we sacrifice for and they notice and are grateful. They see who you are and...

The Power of Pencil Skirts & Purple Jeans

When you decide to make some life-changes and pack up for Africa, style gets packed away at the back of the suitcase. It doesn’t make the top of the list. If you do a google search for travel fashion, you will find a lot of blogs about touring across Europe, but none about nursing in Madagascar. I’ve done countless searches and there just aren’t style blogs dedicated to missionary fashion. Putting Me Together is a blog I frequently visit. I...

Deep Wounds

It’s been the focus of every work day for the past 4 weeks. I’m staring at them, analyzing them, writing about them in patient charts, talking about them, and praying for them. These wounds are, for now, the reason I get up in the morning. I’m there to cleanse them, dress them, pray for them and hope for progress. Four other nurses and I are spending this season as the Dressings Team, or the Wound Care Team. We work together...

Why I Wrap My Hair

Many of you have asked me what got me interested in hair coverings. In case you’ve not noticed, I’ve been wearing scarves to cover my hair about once a week for the last 3 months. I’m truly not sure what people think when they see me coming with a hot pink/teal head, but I’ll share my side of the story.   The obsession started back in May of this year when an old friend from Intervarsity posted¬†this article¬†to Facebook titled,...

The Offering Bowl

I’ve never been to church in Africa before, until now. It’s both foreign and familiar; I’ve read and heard stories, but all the experiences are new. I’m struck by how beautifully simple things are.  I can look at this place with fresh eyes without comparing it to any other place. It’s like no place I’ve ever been before. Spain, Bolivia, Canary Islands, V&A waterfront in Capetown, Madagascar… None of them give me a frame of reference for Winterton and the...