If blogging was my diary… I would constantly think I need to write about that… forget to do it, and then months later write about it but write a date six months ago so it looked like I wrote it in the moment…
which is exactly what I do. so that explains the ten blogs that are about to be posted….
but- after day for that is gone. Thursday, this Thursday, I pack up the belongings I want to lug…or pack on the back of a donkey- and head up to our mountain village. We might not have cell phone reception and we are crossing our fingers we might get signal for some email.- but I know we are going to be sleeping on the floor, cooking over an open fire, and farming. I am super excited, a little nervous, and a tiny apprehensive- but super excited trumps the other two. This has been the opportunity my family has been looking, praying, and watching for- If we had the time, I would love to sit over a cup of coffee (preferable not the instant coffee that we drink here) and tell you how we were given this village- but that isn’t possible. However, I can say that our new home seems to be the best possible situation for our family. We are living with the village elder- we have close access to water, an actual toilet on the property…. and three good fields.
He is good.