This is where we are staying this month…

…just kidding.

We are living in a small village just outside of the tiny town of Isebania, so close to the border of Tanzania that we walked to the neighboring country yesterday and illegally stuck our feet over the boundary. A family from the church we are working with have

taken us into their home. Here in this walled-in concrete home we have no running water and electricity is not a constant. We eat rice and spaghetti twice a day every day and it’s probably the only unchanging part of our lives here in Isebania. Our ministry varies, we are currently doing door-to-door ministry but the future promises school ministry, prison ministry, working in an orphanage, hospital ministry, and, safe or not, the potential to help with surgery in one of the local hospitals.

I hate the city and I have found myself in some of the biggest cities throughout southeast Asia over the last few months. I have prayed fervently to be anywhere but the city and now God has provided! I am definitely not in the city anymore, bwana ah-sah-fee-way (“Praise the Lord”)!

(Hakuna Matata= Swahili for “no worries”)