Birthday clues and big rivers of greenish-brown water

This post was written while we were in Chad.

To get to church this morning, I took two taxis, one minivan, and waded knee-deep in greenish brown water in five places off and on for one hour. I didn’t actually have to go through all those streams and ponds, but I became lost a few times. Sometimes the water was slimy under me, other times it was sandy and solid.

clue in floodI saw little red dots visible to the naked eye swimming around in there, thousands of them per square foot on the surface, not to mention the millions that must have swum below the surface! A few times, I saw things floating around in the water my legs were in that you only see in toilets. Although black bags are illegal in Chad, my leg became stuck to one such bag for a few paces. I was thankful to a few strangers who lent a hand by showing me the way toward my destination.

IBRA radio has a training session going on now on production; after one week of classes, they are halfway through it. It was great to meet them at church this morning. Pastor’s wife prepared a delicious macaroni with chicken sauce for lunch; after enjoying that, I was on my way back home to celebrate Deborah’s birthday.

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One step closer to a solar fridge

This post was written while we were in Chad.

Today, the holiday was solidly lingering in town, so things were harder to get. We needed ice for the cooler we used as a fridge in the morning; we keep the green cooler above the ground, so the melting ice is leaked into a bowl for reuse.

the cooler we use for a fridgeI went on to the meat market. There was one man selling goat meat, and another selling beef, but for a very high price even though the quality was questionable. So I decided against it.

I headed back to the house, then stopped by the ATM to get money for diesel for Twila. A soldier, dressed in desert fatigues and dark mirrored sunglasses, his feet on his submachine gun on a stand, guarded the bank, which was open. Then I took another rickshaw to the house, jumped into Twila, and got diesel at the OilLibya station. I picked up bread at the “Boulangerie la Rotative”, and stopped by at the meat restaurant of my friend Ali. But he wasn’t there; he had put his chairs away, and his metal grill was still smoking.

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Moving out, moving in: more room for our family

This post was written while we were in Chad.

I spent the weekend working at the house to take everything out of all the rooms. I took it apart if necessary, and prepared it for departure. If it was top priority for going to Abéché, it went into my old office; if it was second priority, it went into Sharon’s prayer room. If it was going to the house, it went into the living room. Old house, old roomI need to pack up bookshelves, and take apart a bunk bed and three of five metal cabinets. Then, when everything was moved out of the room, I swept it thoroughly, and closed the windows and doors to it.

So now we have taken care of my office, Sharon’s office, the girls’ room, the living room, the dining room, our bedroom and all the bathrooms. What remained was the kitchen, Sarah’s room and bathroom and the hallway between the rooms. Since this is where I was living, I saved these rooms for last.

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N’Djaména to Moundou in a day

This post was written while we were in Chad.

For the first time in his life, Randy got to ride a moto taxi! We took two of them to the Commissariat de Police to register him.Moundou moto taxi They were what was available nearby, and so it saved us a lot of money. While Randy filled out the paperwork, my friend there hassled me about changing my number without notifying him. We went back to the guest house to get ready for our departure by bus for Moundou. There, we had a bit of difficulty finding a taxi that was passing by where we were standing, so we had to drag our baggage to the corner.

From the time we arrived at the station to the time we were on the road was less than one hour! It was the hottest part of the day, meaning it was hotter to keep the window open. It was like sitting in front of the largest electric heater fan you can imagine!

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How to Become an Artist: The Intricate Details

Building a Business God's Way, Part 6

“[When He prepared the heavens…]

then I was at His side,

like a master workman;

and I was His delights day by day,

rejoicing before Him at every time.”

– Proverbs 8:30-31 (LITV)

When God created the world, Wisdom was the craftsman… the master workman at His side.  The structure had been laid according to His plan, and now it was time to work on the beautiful, intricate details.

In this passage, Wisdom is the “A-mown” (Hebrew אָ֫מ֥וֹן), or the apprentice, who works beside the Artist who created the Universe.

It’s the intricate details that make an artist an artist

In Elementary School, all of us quickly drew the outline of the horse and handed it to our teacher.

The artist of our class stayed in after recess, still drawing the hairs of the mane and the eyes.

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