Vehicle update, homesick, and another picture

The day after I posted the prayer request about our vehicle Kenneth found the perfect one for our price range while he was in Kampala! We were very excited how quickly it all happened and Cody is currently on his way to Kampala to pick it up. We are very thankful for your prayers and we are grateful to all of you who were a part of helping us purchase the vehicle.

Things are mostly going good for us. We continually fight different illnesses and honestly it is getting old. However as a missionary I am really beginning to learn and grasp that life is very different (or maybe I am in between). At some point all of this won't be so shocking all the time. Having orphans, widows and monkeys come to your gate on the same day, are starting to feel normal. Knowing that I need to hold tightly to God and continue to hold onto His word, and its power. I will add that during these physical draining times is when I miss home the most. I miss being with my friends and family. I miss chicken noodle soup when I am sick. I miss a cold drink, ice, ice cream, a comfortable bed, a shower, a flushing toilet that doesn't stink, a grocery store with everything I need and then some, people who understand me, etc.... I am continually reminded of the many blessings God has given me despite being homesick. Really I can't complain and I should focus on these things.

A good friend sent me a book called "At The Edge of The Village." It is about a family that served for 16 years in the Ivory Coast. I have really enjoyed the book because I can relate to the author so much. She has 4 kids that she home schools and she tells just different stories of their adventures as missionaries. You laugh you cry. Several stories I could really relate to. One part she write about in particular.

We have squirmed in the past, and will do so again in the future, because Africa is just "that type of place." Since we work in "that type of place," we will always be meeting with unpleasant, jumpy situations. They are just some of the occupational hazards in the life of an African missionary. In our work we are called by many names: translator, pastor, and missionary; but for now just call us "Squirming in Africa."

And just because I am obsessed with our new daughter.....

A picture with her eyes open!
Squirming,
Michaela