David spends his ” school break” days at the office; plugging away at finances, endless, endless finances. He has put out a no-visitor-without-appointment alert at the CSB gate to prevent constant interruptions (we are talking dozens a day, each one requiring the usual African courtesies that we Americans sadly find tedious.)

Meanwhile me and the kids putz at home. We are few. The whole team is away except for us and there are only three CSB staffers here on-campus. But with the two new babies to play with and Ingrid and Ben, our little buddies, we are happy. We have been playing and organizing and brainstorming and planning for the year ahead. And reading the Hobbit whenever Daddy is home.

And I am working the calories for Naomi. We found out a few weeks ago that her weight has dropped seriously low for her age. She’s always been a skinny one but now she is way too thin. Probably a product of life here, stomach issues, teeth issues, her busyness and recent interest in biking and playing nonstop. So my job is to find a way to fatten her up to at least HER normal. It’s not an easy job. This week there were no eggs to be had and milk ran short. But I have been adding extra fat and protein to everything in every way I can. You can pray for her.

So what are the usual fears? Our kids: health, emotions, their needs. Money: the school, ourselves, all the desperate people of Bundibugyo and even the American and world economy. Time: to be with each other, to get a handle on CSB, to be with those who we are called to love here.
So we head back to Him, the carrier of big burdens and lay ours in His capable hands. I’m a mother and my children’s challenges lay bare the unbelief and doubts in my heart. And then that’s where God brings me to meet him, not because I have perfect faith or no doubts but because I know that He DOES have answers.