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    It’s been a long time since I’ve posted about Rachida and her hereditary retinoblastoma (eye cancer), but that’s because there hasn’t been any news. But now Rachida and her mom Awa and little brother Rachid (see the second picture) came back to town from the capital with plans to head back to Mali […]

  The other day I was playing a local game called Lido with the Pryors’ son. It’s very similar to the game of Trouble, but it doesn’t have the fun popper in the middle of the board. Anyway, his strategy is one that I don’t think I’ve seen before. He liked to keep all of […]

  Well, the day after I posted the last update on my house, plans changed again.  A security team from Ethnos360 came out and, after visiting My Village, told us of several changes that will need to be made to our houses before we can move in because of the changing security situation in this […]

When we’re out in My Village, it’s not all about the houses, but there’s a lot of language, culture, and relationships, too.  This last time out there I was able to get a few pictures to show you that I  really do work and not just goof off.  🙂  The above picture is of me […]

Thanks for your prayers for my peanut/bean field!  My host mom and others planted it for me after they got seeds.  Thanks to them!  When I was out there this last time Jen and I got to visit our fields, and here you’ll see me among my baby peanut plants.  All is going well so […]

And yes, after another trip out to My Village last week, I have another update on our houses.  Since the last time I was out there, the tiles have been done in the bathrooms!  It’s kind of hard to tell in this picture, but they’re purple and white.   When I first looked into my […]

        Sorry this post is a week late.  Life happens. You can see the pictures of my house as it stood last Friday.  The front porch was done except for a ramp to bring your motorcycle in the house at night (here it’s unthinkable to let your motorcycle sleep anywhere but in […]

  At 5’3″, I’m not used to being called the tall one. But that’s exactly how I was referred to . . . The other day I was chatting with my host mom (in Jula), and she was telling me more about life on their end when we were about to move in. She had […]

My Uncle Steve said that next time I’m in the US I need to teach him how to tie stuff onto his motorcycle. I figured I’d give it some more practice today as I was buying stuff that I’ll need for the village. So on my way home from downtown I had: Between my legs: […]

  When you are about to move into a little village full of people who speak a different language and have a different culture, and who have never heard the good news about Jesus, what do you need to do?  Well, there are a bazillion different steps, and I don’t even know all the steps […]