Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Psalm 82:3

What if there are children who will suffer somehow because I failed to obey God?
What if my cowardice costs even one child somewhere in the world his or her life?
(excerpt from The Hole in Our Gospel)

Thursday, May 12, 2011

No plans, just winging it

I thought I would give everyone an update on why the posts have been lagging behind. Wednesday night's post was interrupted by a maintenance update from Blogger. I had to retype about 1/2 hour's worth of editing. Of course it had to be the long big update from Angie. The next day, Blogger had problems with their maintenance update and Blogger was in read-only mode all day and into the evening. Friday morning, Blogger was still in read-only mode. To fix the bug issues, they had to take down all posts on Wednesday and they were in the process of restoring those posts. Friday night came around and Blogger was again ready for posting. However, I had no time until now, Saturday evening.

But you say, hey, the date on this post reads 5/12. Ah, the power of post-dating, pre-dating or any other kind of dating. Now back to your regularly scheduled Africa update.

Update from Thursday.

Today felt like I was on vacation. No ministry, just museums and the Ethiopian version of Starbucks after sleeping in.

Looking at Kampala reports, there were riots, so the call to stay in Ethiopia ws the right one for sure. Heading to Shashamane in the morning. This is the boarding school where Project 61 kids get to go to. Going to do our HIV education there and get some medicals done (height, weight, check ears, etc.) We do have an RN and a retired vetrinarian on our team after all!

News from the Homefront:

All has been pretty good. Our evening, however, had a "twist". After showers, I was checking work email and getting some other stufff done, when MJ slowly made her way into my room. She said it was stuck. To my surprise, MJ had curled the comb up her hair about 4 times, very tightly. I was scared to death that I would have to cut the comb out of her hair. It took about 25 minutes to slowly go through this mess. As you can see, Chelsea played the part of social worker and kept her calm and from crying.
Notice the nice tight wrap. She has done this once before, but never this tight and this many twists.

Is Chelsea concerned here?

Almost untangled.

All better now. And no scissors necessary.

And here is Chelsea counting down the days for Mom to return.

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