I’m so proud of our kids. They have taken this whole experience in stride, adapting, embracing and assimilating with good humor and joy.
This weekend we arrived early to one of the local churches in Ntchisi. We got out footballs and friendship ropes and Claire Marin and Carter joined in the games, helped with the ropes and seemed to feel right at home.
Claire Marin sits patiently through worship service after worship service, even listening and participating with increasing enthusiasm and Chichewa. Carter (often) copes by running outside to play and make friends with any child he can find. They both tolerate the meetings reasonably well and somehow keep up with school in the midst of our crazy, busy schedule.
Carter is in constant motion and chatters incessantly. He can wear me down and exhaust me but he is almost always happy. It’s really amazing to see his love for life, his generosity as he colors pictures and gives them away, and hear him vow to play with new friends “on Mondays and Saturdays” even if they are three hours from home. I can learn a lot from him.
And Claire Marin… so conscientious, responsible, thoughtful and kindhearted. She shoulders more responsibility for Carter than we should allow her to. When we are at class, teaching or visiting churches she is amazingly patient and good with Carter. And she can cook and bake more now than I could when I got married.
She’s kind and sensitive to people’s feelings and discerning of people’s attitudes. And a prolific writer. She must have half a dozen journals – a journal for stories, for poetry, for Malawi, for drawing. Her teacher praises her for her creativity, imagination and skill.
I’m so grateful for both of them. Their ability to embrace this adventure, the culture and the people have made this journey so much less stressful and much more wonder-ful.
They are amazing really. And I thank God each day (or I should) for the privilege of being family with them.




