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Name: Tirzah
Birthday: 10/17/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to do anything that interest me.
Expertise: eating, sleeping, traveling
Occupation: missionary kid
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/28/2007
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| Stone Bake First you start a fire and bake the rocks. 
Then dig a pit and line it with grass and leaves. 
While the rocks are getting hot, you get the veggies and chicken ready.   
After lining the pit with hot rocks and more leaves, you put the food in. Then you close it up for about two hours till the food is done cooking. There you have it...one of the best meals the Papuans serve. Getting the food out. 
By the way, for anyone that doesn't know, Judah and I will be coming back to the States this summer. We get home on June 11. | | |
| Well, all of us here leaped the year very safely and it’s now March 1. I hope you all have the same good report.   
Ok, so we aren't really leaping the year, we're doing long jumps at "White Sands". | | |
| "Who am I?"
When I was growing up, adults always asked me what I was going to be, but
there came a time when what I was going to be wasn't as important as who I
was.
Everyone questions who they are, and Mk's are no exception.
Who is an MK? I am a combination of two cultures. I am neither and I am
both. I am the brat who throws a temper tantrum and refuses to dress native
for the American church. I am the six-year- old who can't wait to go away to
school and I am the six-year-old who cries herself to sleep the first two
weeks away from home. I am the one who complained about eating oatmeal every
day of my life, yet I am the one who orders oatmeal at the restaurant just
for old times' sake.
I am the one who desperately worries about fitting in, but I am the one who
wears my native wrap around the college dorm and doesn't care what anyone
thinks. I am the one who has lived under strict school rules, and I am the
one who returns to America and questions what my real values are. I am the
one the churches make a saint out of, and the one some people pity and laugh
at. I am the one who traveled halfway around the world before I was four,
and I am the one who has no home. I am the one who promises to write, but
never does because it's too difficult to deal with the reality of
separation. I am the one who has seen the devil dancers and I am the one who
has seen the rock concerts.
I am the one who knows and understands world missions, life and death,
heaven and hell. I am the one who has seen God work miracles. I am the one
who knows prayer works, but I am the one who sometimes finds it difficult to
pray.
I am the one who has learned to live with a politically unstable government,
and I am the one who waits impatiently by the phone for news that everything
is safe.
I am the one who has spent only three months a year at home. Yet I know,
beyond question, that my parents are the best in the whole world. I am the
one who speaks two languages, but can't spell either. I am the one who has
devotions from a French Bible.
I am the one who wears a thousand masks, one for each day and time. I am the
one who learned to be all I'm expected to be, but is still not sure of who I
really am. I am the one who chooses my college by where my friends are
because nobody understands an MK like another MK. I am the one who laughs
and cries, sings and prays, gets angry and doubts, fears and questions,
expects and receives, hopes and dreams. And I am one who cares.
I am an MK, and I am proud of it! By the way, I didn't write this. | | |
| Well, I really miss my friend and cousin, Jackie. Over the time she was here, she managed to fill my camera up with pictures of herself. I joked about putting a post on my xanga of just pictures of her. So here it goes, in honor of my dear friend.    
    you can't really see us, but we went up to the top of the waterfall
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