Abundance

Abundance is the best word I can use to describe the time with my parents. I am not referring to stuff that they brought (although they literally only brought a few outfits for themselves and packed the rest with goodies-picture dad’s carryon stuffed with a few shirts and underwear, a six pound block of cheddar, string cheese, leman’s mints and granola bars).

Our community has warmly welcomed them as well and our time in Injibara was full of hut visits and rounds of coffee. 

I didn’t do a great job of documenting through pictures as I don’t often take out our big camera and our phone cameras don’t work well in dark houses.  We are in Bahir Dar now for a few days before we say goodbye to our parents and take them to the airport. Every family member who has come to visit seems to make us more human to the area we are in, less like alien beings who beamed in from some other planet, more like flesh and blood.

Photos from a few hikes…

J and A with a little friend (who is at least 8, maybe 9).

The girls’ friends went on a hike with us, so special they could meet the other set of grandparents.

Strong girls. It doesn’t make my feat of carrying my dad on my back so impressive. :)

Hiking through other houses, yelling for permission to pass at the gate as we blazed some new trails on accident.

Mom had a little attached friend, Yenewerk.

Two of the homes we visited required us to cross this hazardous bridge to everyone’s delight but Mama (and maybe Nana).

Showing Nana and Papa how to roast, grind and boil coffee. Which they saw on at least a daily basis.

So happy to show their bamboo house.

Playing Doctor and nurse with a willing patient

Working together in the kitchen

Mom did a week’s worth of school for the girls, which was a win for everyone, especially ME! Dad did other needed jobs around the house when Jon didn’t have him busy running around the countryside. 

One of the only homes we take pictures in because they are so used to us and our foreign ways of picture taking. :)

Meal time with Yeshua’s family.

Walking across the pasture…

Friends and Prayer Warriors, you are so dear to us.  We are unbelievably humbled by they way you remember us and the Awi people in prayer. Thank you for praying for our time with visitors, they have been answered and we see God doing so many things here.  Please continue to pray with us for the hearts of the Awi. 

Now the goodbye is on the horizon, they always make my stomach hurt and my eyes a little watery but each goodbye is especially hard for the girls.