Beautiful are the feet. . .

One of the different things about living in Sudan is how dirty our feet get.  I mean they get pretty filthy and it is hard to keep them clean when we do clean them. 

It is hard to feel physically beautiful in the bush or to feel pampered in the sense that we westerners feel pampered.  My soul was telling me it needed some pampering.  When we went to Lake Naivasha in Kenya, I stumbled upon a wonderful “spa” by a pool.  I treated myself to a French pedicure and a massage.  It was the best pedicure I have ever had!  I couldn't help but think of the scripture, “How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!"  Isaiah 52:7.  My feet were physically beautiful and I definitely felt pampered, but I felt God speak to me that my feet are even more beautiful in Sudan, even dirty, as we are living out scripture doing Kingdom work!  It is vital to care for our feet in the bush.  Kevin has had an infection on his foot that made walking hard for him until he got some antibiotics and I got a thorn stuck in mine that, if it had gotten infected, would have been hard to care for here.  I also heard of another few missionaries that have injured their feet in the field.  Having a foot problem can slow down or even stop our work.  So, please pray that we are wise and cautious in caring for our feet and that they stay protected!

We were very excited to welcome both of our trucks to Torit carrying life saving supplies, and some supplies to make our lives easier here!  A few highlights of the goods were. . . a Massey Ferguson tractor (I couldn’t contain Kevin!), a wagon, cement, steel, and some personal supplies for us ie. table, night stand, clothes rack, wooden floor length mirror (it made it over many miles of VERY bumpy roads unharmed), and some special food items that aren’t found in Torit.  Abigail and I enjoyed watching the men unload the tractor and trailer down the ramp Romano had made as well as seeing Daddy and the other men get dirty unloading 700 bags of cement.  The black men turned white!

Kevin was very eager to jump on the tractor to drive around the compound!  It was a childhood dream to work on a farm like he did with his Grandfather when he was a little boy.  We will soon have a farm here!

Kevin took a car fan and changed the wiring to make a solar fan.  This helps Abigail sleep inside the tent during the day.  It is TOO hot otherwise!  He was pretty excited when the sun came out and it worked!

Our borehole (well) is finally complete . . . well for now.  We made the decision to install a hand pump, but due to the distant it had to be dug away from our dormitory site to find water; it will eventually need an electric pump.  But for now to keep from continuing to use the river water, we will use the hand pump.  This is very exciting!  We won’t have to filter this water much, if at all, to drink.

Fresh vegetables will grace our compound and our kitchen table soon!  Abraham, one of our workers, started our vegetable seeds germinating a few days ago.  I am so glad to have him taking over our garden project.  I have never planted a garden but have always wanted to!  I think I will learn much from him . . . planting the Sudanese way! 

Abigail continues to surprise us!  I caught her standing, again in the bath, this time very stable and hands free!  She seems to enjoy finding new talents in the bath.  Maybe she is just showing them off.   She also found herself in a parade, of sorts, on the back of the trailer being pulled by Daddy.  She saw Daddy coming on the tractor and almost jumped out of my arms.  She wanted to see it.  We decided to tag along with the cooks and other men from the compound to get water from the river.  It was a sight, 4 women standing in a row all with babies on their backs holding on to the trailer.  I wish I had my camera!  Abigail enjoyed waving and laughing at all the children running from their tukels (houses) yelling,”Jenna Kiwaja” (lit. baby white).  She just eats up the attention!

One of Kevin's favorite cargo items on the trucks was the gicko (grill)!  It had its debut on Saturday.  We bought meat and had Njemochomo (grilled meat) with the cooks and the Kenyan workers.  Then, we had our first BIG rain storm.  It was a happy day!

Abigail says hello as Grace, our cook, holds her and her baby while Daddy cooks the meat.

Our cook's daughter helping Abigail learn to walk.  She is close!