I am settled here safely in Mozambique thinking about the differences between home and here.
We are all living in a beautiful house that was set up for us by the two missionaries we are working with this month. Because of the storms the electricity is tricky. Sometimes we have it and other times we are preparing for a while without it. Whenever the electricity goes out the water runs away with it. So we stock up on rain water for cooking and such.
It's funny to think it's not a big deal.
Last month we were playing sports with children in South Africa and this month we are painting and farming.
This past sunday we went to a neighborhood church that didn't even exsist a few years prior due to a flood. 20 people tops. Beautiful worship with absolutely no man-made instruments. Just our voices and hands.
When we say "missions work" this is what I imagine. Reed-walled churches, limited resources, and manual labor.
God is teaching me more and more what it means to be human. And it's humbling and sometimes really quiet. Other times really loud.
