Infamous latrine!

Infamous latrine!

It’s Feb. 1, and my physical state is somewhat improved. The latrine is finished and that’s certainly a vast improvement (as I am sure you can imagine)! It didn’t take long, however, for it to begin emitting the characteristic odor of such a structure. I think next time, they should consider venting the latrine.  Just never came up in the conversation as far as I know!  Oh well, you must focus on the improvements. Right?

The fact that I could not seem to get to feeling better physically was my greatest detriment to my spiritual victory. The fiery darts were doing a number on me and my mind was awash in negativity.

Sweet Togetherness!

Sweet Togetherness!

Again, the bright spots during these difficult days was the company of my son and grandson.  My son was so good to come sit with me in my tukal and share his thoughts about the work to which God had called him.  Listening to him and thinking about what he had said was the best medicine for what ailed me.  It accomplished the task of moving my focus off of myself and onto the LORD.  I can’t explain it but God has gifted my son with an understanding heart when it comes to me. Even when he is pointing out my errors, I find I do not feel attacked or condemned for he does it in such a kind and uplifting way.

As I was reading my Bible one afternoon, I came across 2 Corinthians 2:15:

And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.

That verse was powerful in putting things into perspective for me.  While I didn’t immediately rise out of the mire, this verse showed me the direction my thoughts needed to be moving towards.  Like I said in my last post, my biggest problem was focusing too much on myself and my present struggles.  A different perspective would change everything and was I ever in need of a different perspective!  This verse was providing me with the perspective for which I was desperate.

God provided me with a beautiful distraction later on in the day, as I watched three members of our team (1 a Karamajong and 2 others who were Dinka’s) playing a board game .  They could not speak each other’s language but the game they were playing did not require that.  The game was Candy Land and all you needed to know to play the game was a knowledge of colors. I laid there on my cot watching the game of a child bringing three people, who historically were enemies, together in peace and harmony.  Of course, the source of this sweet miracle was based upon the Christian faith all three possessed.  Jesus brings enemies together as friends!


The next day, Feb. 2, something occurred that lifted a weighty burden from my thoughts.  I had been stressing over what was being expected of me when it came to fulfilling my teaching obligations.  Not that I didn’t feel I could do it, I just was very unclear as to what my responsibilities would be.


Because the parents were gathered together for a class on pressure cooking my daughter-in-law was leading, my team mate and I took care of their children.


Three K-3rd graders, 3 preschoolers, 1 one yr. old, and an infant.  My team mate took charge of the K-3rd graders and I took charge of the others.


What I was relieved to discover in this encounter was that my team mate was very capable in teaching the children of her charge and I was just as capable of teaching those in my charge.  We had a plan and it was going to work.  That’s all I needed to know.  While it isn’t realistic to say it was smooth sailing from that point on, it was a tremendous source of encouragement for me that God was providing for our success.

 God is always faithful to give you what you need, when you need it.