Ed

We have been in Africa a bit over a month. Things are going well if you ignore the fact that Jane has packed the wrong shoes. "What was I thinking!" is a direct quote. Jeff has jumped from adventure to adventure, first drinking coffee and now bookmarking his favorite zucchini bread recipe (lemon poppy seed is next). Our home is pretty much settled except for those darn bathroom towels that don't match. The dorm is close to being ready. Jeff has his class lists for his 2 sections of 8th grade math and we finally found a printer that we could get to work. We both feel like it is the calm before the storm.

Our dorm has 15 ninth grade girls from 6 different countries with 6 of the girls being brand new to RVA. The schedule starting next Friday is packed like a a missionary's suitcase heading to Africa for 2 years.  The setting here is amazing and the people are better. Tonight we were heading out to get lost on campus. We do this every night, the getting lost part.  It's dark at 7:00 and the campus is on a mountain side. Finding your way for the newbies can be pretty confusing.  As we were walking, we ran into the art teacher, Ed.  Ed has been here for 18 years. We mentioned we were feeling a bit overwhelmed. He empathized, smiled and nodded. Then he said, "If you can remember to find time for Jesus and each other you will do great."

The exact right thing at the right time. Thanks God! Sure there are times when God is silent and we feel alone. But the majority of the time, when we are open to Him, he shows up with skin on. Sometimes we are the ones reflecting God's love. Tonight it was Ed.  Thanks Ed!