Discouragement.

I think it’s easiest to be tempted into discouragement when discouragement seems so warranted.
And, being given new reasons for discouragement every day, I’ve found it ever more important to keep Jesus before me.
Today, they had to get Faith, Joshua and Justina’s second child, back from a fever of 42C. That’s 108F. And absolutely nuts.
I’m telling you, it just keeps coming.
Maybe real/super-spiritual missionaries aren’t supposed to say things like this, but, being of made of the same fabric as any other “regular” Christian out there, I’m willing to say, after two weeks of being sick and recent fits with fever of my own, I am looking forward to our next break. It’s funny, because not long ago, I was dreading it—this short break half of us are taking in November, instead of at Christmastime, with the rest. But now, I wouldn’t mind at all the luxury of ice. Yay, even ice water. Or a bath tub.
Faith is sick.
Salome and Philip are in the hospital.
Jen is still getting things sorted out.
I think we’ve as good as lost Daniel.
And our neighbors are all sick. Adwina’s two other kids have malaria, too.
Anyway, that’s not a cheery update from here, but probably better than the one I sent Mark the other day. Just keep praying, if you will.