We were in Vava’u most of the week. The Vava’u island group is to the north,
making it much closer to the equator and much warmer. It was pretty hot all week, and being hot and sweaty was the norm. I love Vava’u—mostly because of the nurses
and people there. I feel very close to Meliame, the Sister in charge of the
entire island. On Monday we got to help
a little baby be born, which always makes me happy. On Wednesday, we went out with the nurses on
the boat to Hunga, the farthest island from the main island of Vava’u, and
stopped at three other islands on the way back to see the people and take blood
pressures and check blood sugar levels.
On the way “home” we stopped at a beach to swim, and also went to an
ocean cave where we also swam.
Also during the week, as I came out of our hostel, a Tongan
couple pulled up to the curb. It was Toa
BYU’s parents!! Toa BYU turned one on
Thursday, and they invited us to her birthday party. That was really fun too—cake, Tongan food,
and dancing. Yes, her name is really
Toakase BYU. They named her after us—we helped
with her delivery last year. They even
called the radio station and had “Happy Birthday Toakase BYU!!” announced for
all the listeners to hear.
I also checked on baby Brigham, the little boy that I helped
deliver the first year, whom we named.
He and his mom and dad had moved from Vava’u to Tongatapu. We flew back to Tongatapu from Vava’u on
Friday afternoon. Saturday morning we
did blood pressure and glucose checks in the market. Somehow I knew I would see Brigham and his
parents there. I was not at the market
for long, though. First, I went with one
of our students to the airport, where I sat with her until she got on the plane
to head home. Then, I headed to the
market. I was only at the market for a
short time when I saw Angelia, baby Brigham’s mother! I ran over, and there was
Brigham, now two years old, and very cuddly.
Brigham’s dad was working, but they all stopped by our house later, and
we, plus this year’s BYU students, all got to meet Frances Drake Brigham Young
Tuitakau. He turns two May 20th.
Today was church. Oh—to
back up. The Saturday we were kayaking
in Vava’u, there were three men, in white shirts and ties, sitting at a
restaurant right by the area where we put the kayaks in the water. As I was one of the last to leave, I started
a conversation with them. One was the
Area Authority Seventy for Tonga, and another the bishop of the Liahona first
ward. He asked us to sing at church in
his ward today, so we were prepared. He
also asked me to speak, once we got to church, so I got to do that too. Then, after Sunday School he asked our group
to do a fireside between 5 & 6pm for the 15-19 year olds, on the importance
of education. The students were the ones
who did this, since the other instructor and I had already spoken in sacrament
meeting.
Even right now I can hear the Tongans singing a hymn. I love the Liahona campus—it feels safe, and
often there is singing drifting across the campus, hymns usually. Today in church the hymn was “Count your
Blessings”. I have never heard it sung
like the Tongans do—with feeling—helping me to know I really am blessed, especially
to come here, to get to know and love the Tongan people.
| Women weaving at one of the outer Vava'u islands |
With Emiline, the nurse practitioner at Vava'u |
Mom and baby that we helped during labor and delivery (Vava'u) |
| Our group ant the kids we screened at a primary school in Vava'u |
2 comments:
That sounds really awesome. Church sounded like it was very spiritual and uplifting. I love that.
Wow. I wish I got to go to Tonga...we are the ones who should be feeling like we are blessed, yet we are not. We need to humble ourselves.
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