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  “You hungover, Tobe?” The first time I heard our translator ask this, I was a little horrified. Now I’m used to being asked this 2-3 times a day.

In Rwanda, “hungover” is the equivalent of “very full.” And yes, we are very often “hungover” after meals.

Due to elections taking place in Uganda, we were rerouted to Rwanda for our safety. We have been her for 2 ½ weeks now and will be heading to Kenya next Thursday.

Here is a bulleted update of life in Rwanda:

-French fries for breakfast almost every day (and sneaking French fries before praying).

-Pasta, rice, and potatoes for lunch and dinner (sometimes all three in one meal).
-Sitting on the floor for three hours getting my hair braided
 

-Preaching my first sermon on Rwandan radio (yes, you can get my autograph upon my return to the U.S.)

-4 hour long church services 2-3 times a week, only a fraction of which is translated.

-Joy and poverty unlike any I have ever seen in my life.

– BEAUTIFUL Children (pics to come!)

-Being asked “How are you?” 50 times a day (Our contacts love us so much and take such good care of us)

-Some incredibly hilarious dancing performed by our favorite Rwandan pastor.
-Overflowing the squatty potty and a smell unlike anything I’ve smelled before (Courtney, the smell rivals Chimbote).
 

-Going through copious amounts of baby wipes on my feet since I can’t quite figure out how to use the squatty potty without peeing on my right foot (sick, right? It’s gotten better)

-Door-to-Door evangelism that takes me out of my comfort zone.

-Sitting under our favorite tree in the morning drinking coffee smuggled over from Thailand.

-Stepping outside of our gate and within minutes having a crowd of 20 children following us, holding our hands, and mimicking any sound or movement we make.

-Being invited into strangers homes to learn Rwandan dances, drink fanta, and love on people.

-Ashley and I praying for angels on our walk home in the dark and a mass of children surrounding us, singing with us, and walking with us back to our street.

-Being chased down and hiding our fingers from shop owners who we haven’t returned Fanta bottles to.

-Yelling at Ashley for eating too much cabbage (I mean, COME ON, we share a bed!)
-Being told “You da’ best” by our ministry contacts just about as often as we are asked “How are you?”

-Listening to our favorite Rwandan song sung by our translator James, “Touch My Body” immediately followed by “Blessed Be the Name of the Lord.”

This Thursday we will be heading out on a 24 hour busride to Kenya on roads that are so bumpy I literally fly off my seat. Prayers are much appreciated 🙂 Love you all!