Yesterday was such a sweet day, because we rustled up some of our post in Loki just before the plane left. We’d spent the last day getting the weights just perfect—kilo by kilo—so we could load up the bush plane and land it safely on our grass airstrip. Then we made a last-ditch effort to get mail there on the tarmac, just before the flight. I was ready to swap out even the most essential groceries when I saw the heap of packages our teammates. Folks here would much rather get a letter from home than eat for the next four weeks. (You think I’m kidding…)
We got home and celebrated—in opening various packages—Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Easter and three birthdays. Kim, Pattie and I listened to the CD Kimmie’s mom sent—one of her family singing Christmas songs quite terribly—and ate homemade cookies… sent in November, nearly eight months ago. Probably one of the brightest dark spots of my bush experience.
I got my birthday package! Happy Birthday, me! Mind you, my birthday was in February. Mom sent the box in January. Iris said it was the best birthday package she’d ever seen. I agreed. I’ve set up a rationing system, so it’s not all gone in a couple weeks. :)
Anyway, thank you to anyone who ever has or ever will send a missionary a letter or a postcard or any little thing from the great USA. You have no idea how much of a blessing even a few words from home are!
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