Our Journey

As the wheels touched down in Blantyre Carter yelled, “Home, sweet, home!” Jeff and I took a collective sigh after that.

I’ve been nervous about coming back. Was last year a fluke? Can we do this again? What do we have to offer the church this year? Are the kids up for it?

But as we waited in line in Johannesburg for the flight to Malawi one of Claire’s best friends from Phoenix walked up with her family. Both of them beamed and began talking about being back, the weirdness of missionary life, and who their teacher will be next week. We chatted with her parents who we hope to see more of this coming year. Carter’s pronouncement was followed by a lovely greeting at the airport and then prayers and speeches and song at our house. More deep breaths.

While Jeff went out to get internet and phone units and some food for breakfast I got all of our clothes put away and started sorting through the piles o’stuff we have brought with us.

The shower really is awful, relatively speaking. But dinner and laughter and prayers tonight at Daniel and Moty Mhone’s was fantastic.

I have no idea what this year will bring. But I’m tucked under my mosquito net, connected to the internet, texting with a dear friend and listening to Jeff’s deep breaths as he tries to sleep away the jet lag. Much more to come. Thanks for reading and praying.