Yet...

• Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? So do not worry... your Father knows... - Matt. 6:27, 31, 32
  
• Satan has asked to sift you as wheat. But I have prayed for you... that your faith may not fail. - Luke 22:31-32
  
• I am going to do something in your day that you would not believe even if you were told. - Hab. 1:5

So many Scriptures echo through my mind. I am heart sore over the stolen car. It was new (to us) and we only had it for five days before it was stolen. We prayed so long to have a reliable car that would get us around town, go easy on fuel consumption, and not be in the garage every two weeks in need of repair like our old car.

I know it's just a car, I know that people are more important than things, I know that there is still so very much to be thankful for. And I really am trying to keep that in perspective. But today I just hurt. And since I am not feeling very eloquent, let me end with another Scripture that aptly describes my mood today:

"Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Saviour." - Habakkuk 3:17-18

Give me strength for today, Lord, that I might pass that along to my husband and children as we navigate this valley. And faith... faith for the journey.

Going Postal, Part 2

Today I phoned the Johannesburg Foreign Parcel Distribution Centre again. They told me I needed to phone SARS (South African Revenue Service). I asked what on earth SARS has to do with my daughter's birthday present, but they just said I must phone. So I phoned SARS, who told me I must phone Customs. I phoned Customs, who told me I must phone the Post Office. This went around and around until I had made 26 phone calls and gotten... nowhere. Every single person I spoke to gave me a different phone number to call.

I ended up going back to the post office and speaking to the manager there, who phoned the Johannesburg Foreign Parcel Distribution Centre (again), and handed the phone to me. This particular woman said that SARS has to charge 60% duty fees on all foreign parcels (yeah, right) but if the post office would just send the parcel back for reassessment, they would reduce the fee to R25.

And while all of this was going on, my car was stolen. And that took three phone calls to the police before they would come take a report. I do not like today.

I still love you, South Africa. You drive me absolutely crazy, but I have a nagging suspicion that I would miss you terribly if you were gone. For the remainder of today, however, can you please leave me alone? I need some space.

Going Postal

I'm having an "I hate South Africa" day. I don't really hate South Africa, of course. I'm usually one of its biggest fans and defenders. But occasionally I come up against maddening (to me) bureaucracy, and I want to scream.

Today a birthday package for my daughter finally arrived, a month after it was shipped (Despite what the U.S. postal service says about airmail to South Africa taking 7-10 days, it actually takes 3-4 weeks. Always. Don't know why, but it does). I usually have to pay a R25 clearance fee to fetch the parcel.

Today, however, they tried to charge me R302-43 to fetch the parcel. They charged me the full amount of the package's declared value, VAT (value added tax of 14%), a clearance fee of R25 and an import fee. So... in essence they wanted me to pay more than 100% of the value of the package, just to fetch it.

The post office lady told me I have to phone the Johannesburg Foreign Parcel Distribution Centre (who knew there was one?), but they would just tell me to write a letter which I must bring back to her (the lady who was helping me), and she would then send the parcel back to Johannesburg for reassessment. They would reduce the fee back to R25 and send it back to her. This will take about 3 weeks, she told me. I asked her why I can't bypass the whole 3-week red tape nightmare and just pay the R25 now. She just repeated the whole process to me and got angry.

So I phoned the Johannesburg Foreign Parcel Distribution Centre and was put on hold forever. The music playing in the background - I am not making this up - was ice cream truck music. You know, eight measures of horrid synthesised-glockenspiel music played over and over and over and over again. When I finally got a real person, she just told me that the lady who handles foreign parcels left for the day and I would have to phone again tomorrow. I asked her why she couldn't help me. She replied that she doesn't deal with foreign parcels. But, I reminded her, I'm phoning the Johannesburg Foreign Parcel Distribution Centre. Yes, she retorted, but the woman who handles foreign parcels left already. So.... what do you do? She replied that she handles the M.O. desk, whatever that is. And apparently, the M.O. desk and the foreign parcel desk keep different hours.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

My Annual Performance Review

Every Mother's Day my children give me a performance review and a report card. I asked for it, actually, so I guess I get what I deserve. It's the one time in the year that they have a platform to be completely honest about my mothering skills without fear of offending me. Here are my grades:

Cooking: A+
Spending time with my kids: A-
Sense of humour/fun factor: A +
Patience: D
Temper: D

I see I have my work cut out for me. Sigh... but they're right. I really do need to be more patient and not become so easily frustrated. I love my kids, and I love their honesty.

Mud Lilies

I keep looking at this photo because I am stunned that anything pretty could grow in this muck (and even you probably can't tell that there are some rather stunning water lilies in the photo, but I was there so I can vouch for them!).

I am not one for clichés or cute sayings; generally I think they gloss over the emotion and reality of a situation. For instance, the saying "Bloom where you are planted" comes to mind, but it doesn't take into account the blood, sweat and tears that are sometimes required to do that very thing. Or "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" - there's another saying that completely denies the fact that when life gives you lemons, it just plain sucks. It's sour. It's icky.

And yet... there is something amazing about people who overcome their circumstances, who remain positive when the odds are stacked against them, who reflect Jesus and His light and love in a dark and perverse world. In short, mud lilies.

It's easy to be a water lily, but I would venture to say that a mud lily is more beautiful because it stands in sharp contrast to its surroundings. There's a lesson to be learned somewhere in that.

My New Love

So... as you know we just got back from our first South African wedding, but what you don't know is that I am now in love with the Soutpansberg mountains.

We actually crossed the Tropic of Capricorn on our way to Louis Trichardt. Soon afterwards we were surrounded by macadamia nut orchards, banana plantations, avocado trees, guavas, litchis, papayas...

We stayed at a guest house halfway up the Soutpansberg. There were monkeys in the trees, lush green foliage on the forest floor, morning glories, scary spiders, horrifically huge wasps and palms everywhere... a small piece of heaven in the northeast corner of South Africa (except for the spiders).

I know everyone talks about Cape Town, Johannesburg and Durban, but if you ever find yourself in South Africa you simply must visit the Limpopo Province as well. It's stunning.

My First South African Wedding

I survived the wedding without being a stupid American! I can safely report that Afrikaans weddings aren't that different than American weddings, except to say that the ceremony was not as much of a Hollywood production, and the reception went on for six hours (I should have guessed - South Africans are very relational, and the reception was more like a long kuier than a formal affair). And, as usual, the food was stunning (never underestimate the cooking skills of the Afrikaners... you will have trouble keeping the weight off!).

I was excited that I actually understood about half of what the pastor said... I guess my Afrikaans is coming along (albeit slowly). But the jokes that the master of ceremonies told at the reception - those went waaayy over my head.

Hendri and Riana - you are a gorgeous couple and we wish you all the best! Veels Geluk!