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Josiah is Nine

Ah, this boy.  This totally crazy, all-energy, sports-obsessed boy.  He’s the one I always tell, No kicking balls in the house!  He’s the one who tells me every day, Mommy, isn’t Johnny cute?  He loves playing jokes on people.  He loves coming up behind me and scaring me.  His passion is soccer but he has learned to buckle down and get to work when he needs to.  He sure can be a moody little stinker at times, but he is also my most affectionate child.  And the one most likely to ask me to pray with him.  

And now he is nine and since we got his teeth going in the right direction earlier this year (shoot…at no small cost!), he is looking more like the man he will become.  Which is always so happy and sad.  

He had a soccer-themed birthday party for the third year in a row, because really, what else is there?  

He also got to pick Sunday lunch, so he picked Spur, because it’s the only restaurant in Dar that will sing to you on your birthday.

(Spur is a South African chain with a Native American theme.  Someone should probably tell them that’s not really politically correct anymore…but…they put sparklers in your ice cream, so…oh well.)

I sure miss that adorable baby boy….but this big kid is pretty amazing.  

When You Want a Different Life


I live in a tropical paradise.  The glorious Indian Ocean is my backdrop—I can see it between the trees at my house, when I run errands around town, and when I watch my daughter’s soccer games.  For fun we take a little boat to an uninhabited island and snorkel over colorful coral.  The weather is always warm; even in “winter” it rarely goes below 70 degrees at night.  We can drive just a few hours to see all the famous animals of Africa.  I am surrounded by people who are friendly and generous, eager to help and appreciative of any attempt to speak in Swahili.  I can walk down the road to produce stands heaped with fresh pineapples, avocados, mangos, bananas.  I live in a 3 bedroom house with a yard big enough for a soccer field for less than what we paid for our tiny, one-bedroom apartment in California.  I have a house helper who comes four mornings a week and does my cleaning and laundry.

My children attend a top-quality school, an incredible place that is the best of many worlds.  Their teachers are kind and wise Christians, and their classmates come from a wide range of nationalities and religions.  Their curriculum includes art, music, computers, Swahili, and swimming.  My husband and I work in pastoral training and have the privilege of seeing lightbulbs go off for church leaders as they grasp God’s sovereignty or grace for the first time.  We get to do something significant for eternity, and we get to have fun while we do it.

Sound great?  Envious?  Wish you had my life?

It’s all true.

But things are not always what they seem…..  

Click hereto read the rest of this post over at A Life Overseas.

Medina Life, September & October

School started at the end of August, and Lily has the same teacher that Josiah had last year for second grade.  We’re pretty thrilled about that!  I already wrote about Grace starting fifth grade, and Josiah was too eager to run off and play soccer with his friends to get a first day picture in third grade.  

Meanwhile, Gil started off a new term with this incredible bunch of people.  

His birthday came up while he was teaching, and when I showed up with a cake, I discovered that the students had already brought him one!  

We invited Gil’s students over for a birthday party, where we introduced them to Jenga and Spoons, which they took just about as seriously as the exam Gil had given them earlier that day.  This is a competitive bunch!

Fifth graders at HOPAC get all kinds of leadership opportunities, including running for Elementary Student Council.  The students ran in teams of three, so Grace ran for vice-president along with Angelique (president) and Muchahi (secretary).  

We had a campaign day at our house, which meant that an explosion of markers and poster board and bottle caps (for buttons) blew up all over my living room.  But hey–it must have worked, because Grace’s team beat out five other teams and WON!

Johnny’s big recent success was that he started riding his bike without training wheels–much to his extreme excitement.  

Visiting one of our students and he and his wife’s beautiful new baby girl.

Josiah’s first-term third grade assembly.

Daddy is reading through Pilgrim’s Progress after dinner these days, but even the children’s version is just a little too exhausting for this five-year-old.  

African Christians Can Teach Us About Elections

“You know how in Tanzania, Christians pray and fast over our presidential elections and sometimes those of neighboring countries?  Yeah, I don’t know how common this is in the U.S. but to be honest maybe a series of week-long overnight African-style prayers are needed for this year’s election.”

-Facebook post by Sia Kwimbere, former HOPAC student and now a Cornell graduate

America, welcome to the politics of the rest of the world.

You may be thinking, “How on earth is this happening?” while the beleaguered citizens of most of the earth are thinking, “How did you avoid this happening for as long as you did?”

Corruption, manipulation, violence, narcissistic candidates, propaganda, bullying….all are common features even in supposed “democratic” elections worldwide.  The United States (even with all its faults) has been a beacon of freedom and virtue for the rest of the world.  Until now….when this election isn’t looking much different from much less developed countries.

And the world is watching.  Just yesterday I was at my tailor’s little closet-sized shop, ordering a dress, when I heard the radio news blasting about Trump.  In Swahili.  The world is watching.

This self-governing thing doesn’t work so well when your only choices are people you would never want to live next to, work with, or ask to look after your dog–let alone run your country.  It’s like we’re all standing on the edge of a black pit, and the only choice we get is the direction we jump in.  I think I’d rather just be pushed.

I voted last night, and today I drove our ballots over to the U.S. embassy.  I could say that my part is done.  Or is it?

I’m watching from a distance, so all I see are the Grand Pronouncements from evangelicals on social media.  I don’t know the kind of conversations Americans are having in real life.  The truth is though that most of us really don’t have any idea what to do.  Isn’t that right?  But in the midst of all of the squabbling and desperation and impossible choices, I wonder if God’s people are doing much praying.  We’re so used to governing ourselves that we see ourselves as needing to fix it all.  Ourselves as the answer.  And that’s pretty exhausting.  And pointless.

But doesn’t God like putting us in a position where we have no idea what to do?

The good part about losing faith in our government is that it increases our faith in God.  At least, it should.  I think that’s why–as Sia described above–that Africans do so much praying come election time.  They tend to be a whole lot more familiar than we are with things like fasting and all-night prayer meetings.  They know there isn’t much hope for their countries aside from God’s intervention.  Seems true for America too right now.  Maybe we’ve got something to learn from them about that kind of desperate dependence on God.

Johnny is Five

From Josiah to Johnny on his fifth birthday:

You’re the best!  Johnny, I’m glad you’re my bro.  I also LOVE you with all my heart.  You make my life way better!

That pretty much sums up how all of us feel about Johnny.  This little guy makes all of us laugh hysterically.  He is happy and easy-going and enthusiastic about everything.  He has the most fantastic lisp that I probably should start worrying about now that he is five….but I love it too much to care.

Once when watching the sunrise with Dad, Johnny exclaimed, I see the orange thing!  Gil responded, Do you know what else that is called?  A pause.  Johnny tried, A circle?

For months he couldn’t remember the word for “breakfast.”  He would come into the kitchen every day and instead would come up with creative descriptions.  What are we eating for dinner in the morning?  What are we eating for when I wake up?  


One day Gil transformed Lily’s old pink bike into a cool red Spiderman bike and all day long Johnny repeated to Gil, I love you so much, Daddy.  I love you so much.

Out of the blue Johnny said to me recently, Mommy, when I was at my Baby Home, I prayed for you to come get me.  

I mean, seriously.  Who couldn’t love a kid like this?  I think he might be contemplating taking over the world one day.  He turns us all into piles of goo so we would let him get away with it.

He loves learning letters and can now write the names of everyone in the family.  He can do puzzles for hours.  He loves anything mechanical, especially cars and planes.  He grew four inches in one year.  Four.

Johnny has been looking forward to turning five years old for at least the past nine months, so he was pretty darn excited that the day finally came.  And we were all pretty happy to celebrate with him.  As Josiah said best, Johnny makes our lives way better!


I’m pretty sure these super cool firework candles are illegal in America.  But then again, this entire water park would be illegal in America too, so let’s just not worry about it.  

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