Most days of the week I pile myself into a vehicle that our team calls, "the limo" which is really a 1970 Peugot designed to hold 7 people. We fit 9 people at the least in the limo every time we leave the house. We literally pray over this car every day to start and in order to role the windows down we need to bust out the tools. The first time we road in the limo Micah pushed the car from the back to get it to start. On the way home from planting flowers at the church yesterday we road home in the dark down the wrong side of the road on a back street and momma Merry yelled, "No weapon in Jesus name" when a vehicle passed us going in the opposite direction on a single lane road. That woman is hysterical. She constantly makes me laugh. Every time one of us has the slightest sign of a cold Merry says, "The devils a liar." I love how she speaks against sickness and potential car wrecks. Her confidence is completely in the Lord, I love it!
If the car isn't suffering from a dead battery or a bad clutch it is out of gas down on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Our team spent an hour in the limo with Pattirck in the pouring rain while Micha ran 3 miles to a gas station with a plastic bottle in his hand to fill it up with gas so that the car had enough gas to drive it back to the gas station.
The limo has been a faithful vehicle, it gets us where we need to go most of the time and provides us with entertainment. The guys used the battery of the car one Sunday morning to get power for the speakers. Kenyans are clever. They take the battery out for the service and then place it back inside the hood of the car so that we can drive it back home.
The limo
I love where this church is located. There are donkeys, cows, and little children roaming the dirt roads with miles of crop fields in the distance.
This is my fearless team at the church gardening. Pattrick is in the background with the machetes.
Love this family, love this country, love my team, love this life, every bit of it!
