...you hit a dead end.
This morning, Tuesday morning, I went to the printers to pick up my fresh copy of The Advertiser. Today however turned out a little differently than the past eight weeks. Although we have some friends, Renae Weaver and Kitty O'Brien staying with us for Christmas, I was able to get some things done around the house before everyone was up and before going to the printers. Since I had gotten an early start I went to the printer a little early. When I got there I was surprised to find some Advertisers already out on a counter. I quickly grabbed two copies and headed back to my car. But as I looked closer I realized it was last week's edition. So I went inside and set my copies back on the pile and took a seat at some nearby couches. It was 8:45am. I was determined to patient and not anxious. Surely I could wait 15 minutes for this weeks edition to be put out.
Around 9:06 when things hadn't gotten busy and there was no sign of a new magazine I began to wonder if there wouldn't be an edition for the week of Christmas. About 5 minutes later a lady walked by who had seen me sitting there and asked if I was waiting for something. My reply turned her helpful expression to one of concern and compassion. She promptly informed me the last edition of the year came out last week and the next one would not be published until January 15. I thanked her and left.
Once in the car and the door closed I burst into tears. Dissapointment. Discouraged. What are you doing Lord? How are you going to provide? When? I hadn't realized how much 'faith' I'd put into that magazine in effort to find a house, but I felt a bit hopeless. We have to be out of this house January 25. So really can't wait until Jan 15 for the next Advertiser to come out.
We're still not sure what we'll do but we have to trust God will provide.
Tuesday, December 22
tuesdays are for searching until...
...you hit a dead end.
This morning, Tuesday morning, I went to the printers to pick up my fresh copy of The Advertiser. Today however turned out a little differently than the past eight weeks. Although we have some friends, Renae Weaver and Kitty O'Brien staying with us for Christmas, I was able to get some things done around the house before everyone was up and before going to the printers. Since I had gotten an early start I went to the printer a little early. When I got there I was surprised to find some Advertisers already out on a counter. I quickly grabbed two copies and headed back to my car. But as I looked closer I realized it was last week's edition. So I went inside and set my copies back on the pile and took a seat at some nearby couches. It was 8:45am. I was determined to patient and not anxious. Surely I could wait 15 minutes for this weeks edition to be put out.
Around 9:06 when things hadn't gotten busy and there was no sign of a new magazine I began to wonder if there wouldn't be an edition for the week of Christmas. About 5 minutes later a lady walked by who had seen me sitting there and asked if I was waiting for something. My reply turned her helpful expression to one of concern and compassion. She promptly informed me the last edition of the year came out last week and the next one would not be published until January 15. I thanked her and left.
Once in the car and the door closed I burst into tears. Dissapointment. Discouraged. What are you doing Lord? How are you going to provide? When? I hadn't realized how much 'faith' I'd put into that magazine in effort to find a house, but I felt a bit hopeless. We have to be out of this house January 25. So really can't wait until Jan 15 for the next Advertiser to come out.
We're still not sure what we'll do but we have to trust God will provide.
This morning, Tuesday morning, I went to the printers to pick up my fresh copy of The Advertiser. Today however turned out a little differently than the past eight weeks. Although we have some friends, Renae Weaver and Kitty O'Brien staying with us for Christmas, I was able to get some things done around the house before everyone was up and before going to the printers. Since I had gotten an early start I went to the printer a little early. When I got there I was surprised to find some Advertisers already out on a counter. I quickly grabbed two copies and headed back to my car. But as I looked closer I realized it was last week's edition. So I went inside and set my copies back on the pile and took a seat at some nearby couches. It was 8:45am. I was determined to patient and not anxious. Surely I could wait 15 minutes for this weeks edition to be put out.
Around 9:06 when things hadn't gotten busy and there was no sign of a new magazine I began to wonder if there wouldn't be an edition for the week of Christmas. About 5 minutes later a lady walked by who had seen me sitting there and asked if I was waiting for something. My reply turned her helpful expression to one of concern and compassion. She promptly informed me the last edition of the year came out last week and the next one would not be published until January 15. I thanked her and left.
Once in the car and the door closed I burst into tears. Dissapointment. Discouraged. What are you doing Lord? How are you going to provide? When? I hadn't realized how much 'faith' I'd put into that magazine in effort to find a house, but I felt a bit hopeless. We have to be out of this house January 25. So really can't wait until Jan 15 for the next Advertiser to come out.
We're still not sure what we'll do but we have to trust God will provide.
Tuesday, December 15
one bite, two days out of commission
A word from the wise...
don't eat eat food that's been sitting out all day, lest you be sick
On Sunday we bought dinner from the grocery store - the quickest thing we could find - samosas. So they were cold, but we were hungry. In 5 minutes they were eaten. Two days later we're still feeling the ramifications.
"O tla fola" (you will feel better).
don't eat eat food that's been sitting out all day, lest you be sick
On Sunday we bought dinner from the grocery store - the quickest thing we could find - samosas. So they were cold, but we were hungry. In 5 minutes they were eaten. Two days later we're still feeling the ramifications.
"O tla fola" (you will feel better).
Saturday, December 12
saturdays are for resting
In Gaborone Saturdays are just another day of the week. Some go to work others get up early and are seemingly just as productive as any other day of the week. A few different times we have been woken up at 7:30am with loud car music from our neighbor across the street who's out washing his car. When it was campaining season for elections pick up trucks overloaded with party advocates wearing colorful shirts and cheering for their party would drive past our street lead by loud male voice over a megaphone preaching the promises of the candidate in a language we could not understand. Today, however was different. The neighbor moved a few weeks ago and elections are long over.
This Saturday was for resting.
David woke up early to talk to his family over Skype. He got to talk to his parents who are 8 hours ahead and his brother 10 hours behind. "The world is smaller these days". I woke up and read some from a book, cooked cheesy eggs and toast and eventually got ready for the day. We joined some friends for iced coffee at a european deli in town to celebrate David's brother's success...he passed his check ride for his Certified Flight Instructor's rating (CFI). One year in the making. Afterwards we all went our separate ways to nap.
Later we came back together to make dinner and watch a movie. What a day.
Saturdays are for resting.
This Saturday was for resting.
David woke up early to talk to his family over Skype. He got to talk to his parents who are 8 hours ahead and his brother 10 hours behind. "The world is smaller these days". I woke up and read some from a book, cooked cheesy eggs and toast and eventually got ready for the day. We joined some friends for iced coffee at a european deli in town to celebrate David's brother's success...he passed his check ride for his Certified Flight Instructor's rating (CFI). One year in the making. Afterwards we all went our separate ways to nap.
Later we came back together to make dinner and watch a movie. What a day.
Saturdays are for resting.
Tuesday, December 8
Tuesdays are for Searching
On Tuesdays at 9 am The Advertiser hits the streets - hot off the press. In it you'll find everything from beds, refrigerators, cars, and garage sales to housing. These days housing is of particular interest to David and I. The house we have been living in since April belongs to a Flying Mission missionary from Canada. She's been away on furlough (an extended holiday) since April and will return January 25. By that point David and I need to find other accomodations.
Tuesday's are for searching...
This morning at 9 am I went to the printer and picked up two copies of The Advertiser - one for me and the other for a friend who's looking for appliances. I quickly paged to the "houses to let" section and skimmed down each column until I found someplace within my price range (or close to it), with two bedrooms and located close enough to the airport so David can get there within 20 minutes when called for a Mercy Flight.
With cell phone in hand I hurredly dial the number to respond to the first ad that meets my criteria...Ring...Ring...Ring....Hello? They answered! that's a relief. Usually they're at work and sometimes don't answer a number they don't recognize. Even though they posted an ad.
Today I responded to six different ads. But only got to see two - a second floor flat and a house.
The house is not close enough to the airport and the flat...well they're asking beyond our price range.
Searching for housing can be very stressful. A couple weeks ago I decided to wait until lunch time to start calling around - thinking more people would answer their phones. Even though more people did answer their phones, everything good was already taken. If I don't start calling and pursuing places from the moment I get my hands on The Advertiser I have little chance of finding anything. No pressure. :)
However my searching does not compare to David's brother, John's, family. John and Kathryn are moving to Long Beach, CA to work for Dynamic Aviation. After several months of searching for a flight job, John was finally hired with Dynamic. Four days before the moving truck was supposed to arrive, they received word that they'd lost the apartment reserved for them in Long Beach. Now they are searching for a place to live, within their price range, in Long Beach, CA by "yesterday".
Please pray for the lot of us...this is so hard.
Tuesday's are for searching...
This morning at 9 am I went to the printer and picked up two copies of The Advertiser - one for me and the other for a friend who's looking for appliances. I quickly paged to the "houses to let" section and skimmed down each column until I found someplace within my price range (or close to it), with two bedrooms and located close enough to the airport so David can get there within 20 minutes when called for a Mercy Flight.
With cell phone in hand I hurredly dial the number to respond to the first ad that meets my criteria...Ring...Ring...Ring....Hello? They answered! that's a relief. Usually they're at work and sometimes don't answer a number they don't recognize. Even though they posted an ad.
Today I responded to six different ads. But only got to see two - a second floor flat and a house.
The house is not close enough to the airport and the flat...well they're asking beyond our price range.
Searching for housing can be very stressful. A couple weeks ago I decided to wait until lunch time to start calling around - thinking more people would answer their phones. Even though more people did answer their phones, everything good was already taken. If I don't start calling and pursuing places from the moment I get my hands on The Advertiser I have little chance of finding anything. No pressure. :)
However my searching does not compare to David's brother, John's, family. John and Kathryn are moving to Long Beach, CA to work for Dynamic Aviation. After several months of searching for a flight job, John was finally hired with Dynamic. Four days before the moving truck was supposed to arrive, they received word that they'd lost the apartment reserved for them in Long Beach. Now they are searching for a place to live, within their price range, in Long Beach, CA by "yesterday".
Please pray for the lot of us...this is so hard.
Monday, December 7
Emergency 999
This afternoon while finishing up a nice conversation with my mom over Skype I was called into the frontroom to handle an emergency...the little girls who play in our yard for the third time in the last two weeks were at our door with tears streaming down their cheeks because of a scraped elbow, hand or side. Today it was both. Sadly I didn't have a cute bandaid to put over the "owie" but a little antiseptic and plain bandaid would have to do.
Earlier, while David was taking a nap he also was called...but not to help someone in the other room, rather the other part of the country. After 5 months of no flying, David has received additional training and is now back on the flight schedule as an on-call first officer for mercy flights. Today was his first day back in the air. Unfortunately that flight was cancelled as the patient was able to deliever the baby without being medivac'd to a larger hospital in Francistown or Gaborone. However it was good to be "needed" by someone.
This evening, while watching an episode of "The Closer", David again received an 'emergency' call. This time it was for real, and he'd need to bring his overnight bag. As he nervously dressed in his uniform and pilot stripes and prepared to go I admired the renewed excitement in his demeanor - back in the air.
Earlier, while David was taking a nap he also was called...but not to help someone in the other room, rather the other part of the country. After 5 months of no flying, David has received additional training and is now back on the flight schedule as an on-call first officer for mercy flights. Today was his first day back in the air. Unfortunately that flight was cancelled as the patient was able to deliever the baby without being medivac'd to a larger hospital in Francistown or Gaborone. However it was good to be "needed" by someone.
This evening, while watching an episode of "The Closer", David again received an 'emergency' call. This time it was for real, and he'd need to bring his overnight bag. As he nervously dressed in his uniform and pilot stripes and prepared to go I admired the renewed excitement in his demeanor - back in the air.
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