Written by: Sarah
Anyways, my main point of this blog is to talk about our daughter Jordan. She was just a few weeks shy of 4 when we came to Niger. She is a very sweet girl with a compassionate heart. When I'm having a bad day she's the first to come and encourage me and tell me she's sorry I'm not having a good day. However, in many ways she struggled here. She was fine at home and playing with her sisters, but when it came to interacting with Nigeriens she didn't want to have anything to do with it. She did not want to learn the language, Zarma. Her older sister, Camryn, started picking up the language and trying to use it, but Jordan fought against that. A few times we would only allow Zarma to be spoken at the dinner table. This was meant to be fun...but Jordan only got frustrated and did not want to participate. She even told us at one point that she hated black people. Wow, that was tough to hear. We came here to share the love of Christ with people in Niger and our compassionate daughter says she hates them. Then the waves of self-doubt came flooding in. What have we done? Our compassionate child now hates people? Should we even be here? Are we ruining our child's life? And so on and so forth. However, with some further probing we figured out the real truth. She didn't acually hate Africans. She loved Biba, Cephas, and Odette who are Africans who can speak English. We realized it wasn't people with a different color of skin she hated, but people she couldn't communicate with. And in all reality, she didn't hate the people, but she hated the language barrier that separated her from them. If she could get through that, her loving and compassionate self would once again flourish.
|Jordan and Sakena|
|They hung their masterpiece up on our gate|