Please God, not Africa!

Disclaimer:  This post is a bit on the lighter side and includes much "bathroom talk" so if you're not into that and don't want to know the intimate details of our lives, don't read on. This past weekend, Emily and I planned to head to Lome, the capital of Togo.  This was a trip with a three-fold purpose: to take a work team back so they could catch a flight home, to pick up the ABWE Project Office Director from the airport, and to get groceries.  Mostly, I wanted to buy groceries. The plan was that we would leave early Thursday morning, head south with the team, drop them off in Tsiko so they could head home,  stay overnight, grocery shop all day Friday, pick up Bill from the airport, and then head home early Saturday morning.  It was a good plan and were so excited to head to a REAL grocery store and eat at REAL restaurants, and stay at a hotel with AIR CONDITIONING!! The problem was that I wasn't feeling so well a couple of days before we left.  I had

On Monday morning, we met at Emily's house to finish making the care packages for the Fulani refugees.  We put together 50 bags with spaghetti noodles, tomato paste, tea, canned milk, sugar, cookies, candy, a bar of soap and laundry soap.   Here's Kylie adding the tea, cookies and candy: And the boys putting the spaghetti and tomato paste in: Oh, and don't forget the sugar cubes. We loaded the bags into the hospital van and headed off to the refugee camp.  We kept track of the distance and turns out the refugee camp is exactly three and a half km from the hospital! We went to the camp and word had spread that we were coming.  The chief was there to greet us (and he spoke a little English as well as French and Fulfulde.)  The mayor of Mango was also there.  He didn't want to miss out on the action.  The firefighters of another town (Kara) were also there to act as protection for the Fulani. Typically, whenever we've tried to hand o

Let's start with the good news: After the whole "break in" thing, we had a little miracle!  A couple of days after, Nate was working in the shop with his two buddies, Bawa and Fusini.  Bawa speaks a little English, pretty good French and great Anufo.  Fusini speaks only Anufo.  Anyhow, Bawa came up to Nate and said, "Fusini cannot understand you.  He doesn't get how after a man has stolen from you, how you can be so happy and joke around!  Why don't you want to kill this man?" What an opportunity!  So Nate carefully explained to Bawa about grace.  And God.  And His love.  And our faith!  And Bawa carefully translated it to Fusini!  And that, my friends, is so amazing.  What an answer to prayer!! It so reminded me of the verse in Genesis, in the story of Joseph, that what "man intended for harm, God intended for good." Neither of these guys could understand how or why Nate could still exist in joy and peace when something so bad had happ

This morning, this was the devotional that Nate and I read, from the book "Jesus Calling" (I love this book!): " Be prepared to suffer for Me, in My Name. All suffering has meaning in My kingdom.....Bearing your circumstances bravely -- even thanking Me for them, --is one of the highest forms of praise....do not try to hide from problems.  Instead, accept adversity in My name, offering it up to Me for My purposes ." We should have known that something was coming today when we read this. Because today, we were robbed. This morning we went to church and planned to take some new missionaries to market after church, to help them buy some stuff.  So after church, we quickly came home, dropped the kids off, and Nate and I took off to market. When we got home, the kids were upset.  They suspected that someone had robbed us but they weren't sure.  When we dropped them off we just handed them the keys.  The kids unlocked the gate to the yard, went in the front

It's been a few days since I've posted because we've been without internet for a little while.  In the meantime, much has happened around here.  I'll give you the updates on a day by day basis.  So come with me, back in time.... Last Wednesday (which would've been October 4th): Here in Mango there is a very special family, the Nogbedzi's.  They have a really cool ministry here with orphans and a sewing school.  Mr. Nogbedzi teaches high school aged kids to sew (really well) on a three-year apprentice program.  These kids are considered orphans, meaning one or both of their parents are gone.  Mr. Nogbedzi and his wife have these kids move into their home, or homes in the village, and educate them as tailors and seamstresses for three years. In the meantime, they teach them about Jesus and show God's love in super tangible ways -- things like food, a bed, love, clothes and skills.  Can you get more tangible than that? Mr. Nogbedzi has a big heart for the

So, here's another post of just "stuff" -- life here in Africa: This is Madame Adzo.  Her name is pronounced Ad-joe.  In the Anufo language, "z's" are "j's".  She came over the other day to show me how to make REAL HOMEMADE CROISSANTS.  Living in a country that was run by French people can come in really handy sometimes!  So here she is with them ready to go in the oven: And this is what we ate later that day!  She made some regular ol' croissants and then we made some chocolate ones!  Suffering in Africa! This next series of photos is to show you that puppies and long skirts are not a good combination: And here we are, suffering for the Lord, in the pool.  THIS POOL IS GOD'S GRACE IN WATER-LIKE FORM.  I do not know what we would do without this pool, honestly.  It is so awesome, in the crazy heat here, to be able to jump in and feel refreshed.  Never have I been this hot.  Today I was at market buying some f