David sent the students back to their dorms from preps an hour early last night, after the big celebration that kept them very busy all day. He did it mostly for the masters on duty who had been going since five thirty am and were ready for a break. Throughout evening preps David stopped in regularly to check in on the mood. Though we did not feel particularly threatened by the promises of rioting, it’s always better to be safe. Keeping a close eye on crowd situations is one of our best chances to disperse violence early before it grows to real danger. But students were calm, if noisy, discussing their day.

Today was a good Saturday . . .visitors, home projects, a sleepover for the kids with a great friend from Fort Portal and lots more rain. We are at the peak of the rainy season now and everything is soaked including our mountain road out which is nearly impassable and the airstrip which is unlandable – let’s hope we don’t need to leave.

After a week and a half of intermittent vomiting, diahrea and low-grade fevers Naomi broke out this evening in the spectacular denghe-style rash. No way to know what she actually has, could be something viral. But this full-body pin-point rash has turned her hot pink and is something to take notice of! She is still feeling crummy so pray for her. She and Quinn are both on antibiotics for staph wounds in their legs and we are thinking about another detox treatment for all concerned.

So passes Saturday and students are quiet again tonight. Staff seem positive. David, as usual, is chilled out and I take comfort in this rock of a man I married. Over our last break God really met David in his fears about the school and he was able to “hand it over” – releasing the responsibility he had been feeling for the well-being and safety of the school. Now it’s really God’s deal and I can feel the dramatic chance in his posture; hard days are hard but the anxiety is gone.