This is the third in a series. If you missed the one before this, go here. Or if you’ve missed them all, start here.
Saturday – Early morning interlude
Every time my tummy rumbled during the night, I wondered if the papa-cooked-over-a-dung-fire was going to create a desperate situation for me. Now, at 5 a.m., I was […]
This is the second post in a series. If you missed the first one, you can read it here.
Friday – late afternoon
Once the rain died down, we walked back to the middle cluster of homes. There was some activity there now. The pastors found a man willing to offer us lodgings for the […]
This is the first in a series of blog posts about my visit to the MAF program in Lesotho. If I could meet with you in person, I would talk for hours about all that I saw and experienced. But since I can’t do that, I hope my personal reflections here will make you feel […]
Early morning, barely light, a high, electronic, belly-dancer tune woke us. Audible first only to street dogs, then faintly for humans, it soon became distinct. Slowly it grew until the too-cheerful-for-morning ditty echoed up the streets that approached our central Asian hotel. When it dominated all other sound, I abandoned our warm bed to peer […]
Jill writes from our base in Mozambique.
We are required to count our aircraft parts inventory by the end of November. This means the week of Thanksgiving we needed to get all the parts counted and adjustments made. The inventory count requires going through tubs and tubs of aircraft parts, counting each screw, grommet, o-ring, and […]
Salatiga, Indonesia, is like a revolving door of people coming in and out to learn language. That’s where we’re living now, along with a few other MAF families. We are here to study language before heading off to our respective assignments. We’re all at different levels of culture shock and language learning. Some may have […]