Meet Titan!

He’s “five” weeks old and was added to our family two days ago when we bought him off of a street vendor outside of our gate for about $2USD.

He’s already spoiled with love and the girls absolutely adore him.

Matt and I are pretty fond of him too. 😉

Welcome to the clan, little Titan. =)

When we started asking the kids to share what they most looked forward to in Mozambique, the concept was birthed: the beach!

It worked it’s way into every pulpit-sharing opportunity from the kids as we made our exit out of the country. It danced through prayer requests from one consistent four year old. It swirled among conversations, building in anticipation across State-to-State Skype calls. It was fixed in her long term memory. Mozambique offers the beach – and it is MUCH to be anticipated.

Well the other weekend we broke away from the city and headed straight out to the road’s end and the soft sand’s beginning.

And this little girl was in ABSOLUTE HEAVEN!

Oh the squeals, dear friends. Oh the utter delight. My, oh my! Dreams really do come true, friends… oh how beautifully joyful. =)

Oh yeah.. and the rest of us had a blast too. 😉

-Thank you, Lord, for such delightful fun away. =)

After weeks of itching and allergic reactions, two weekends ago we decided to rule out one more thing by flipping this house…. well, parts of this house.

No, it wasn’t some cool Fixer Upper interior design show, it was real life Africa:

Flea control.

Yep, you read it right, two weekends ago we fumigated our sleeping quarters.

After isolating our continued “hives” to our bedrooms and thanks to a few google searches and the trusty advice of the medical people’s dermatologist in South Africa after digitally checking out Hannah’s spots, we determined the cause to be bugs and we got to work.

God gave us just enough sunshine and heat on Saturday to remove all the mattresses, spray them down with bug killers, remove all the bed frames and pieces, spray them down with bug killers, leave the frames and mattresses outside in the sun to bake for hours, spray the baseboards in the rooms and pepper the remaining parts of the rooms and wash pillows/sheets/etc., drying them on the clothes line in the sun.

Saturday night we made the best of it with a “slumber party” downstairs while the rooms upstairs rocked their fumigating ways. We kept things light and enjoyed the time together despite the extra work.

Sunday it rained but there were pockets of “sun” in order to finish drying our bedding. We also reassembled the rooms and had our sweet guard treat our “yard”, windowsills, door frames and the back guard’s house with an effective and yet safe for animals/kids pesticide.

Monday, Eden started having bites so she got a one-way ticket to the refuge cot in out room and then has joined Rachael’s full sized bed while her trundle bed was happily wrapped in plastic for a week. Go, go gadget bug starvation! 😉

Our skin is clearing up and I’m happy to announce that we have no new bites. =) God has also blessed us with pretty good sleep despite the challenges and changes. And one of the sweetest fruits from all this is watching Rachael and Eden sleep forehead to forehead. I’m not sure if I’ll even get Eden back out of Rachael’s bed once we unwrap her bed because she sure loves snuggling her sister.

That sister love is strong!

– Thankful, grateful and blessed even in the thick of it.

We got the chance to explore some of beautiful Africa.

We trekked out to a village 2 hours away, dancing in the puddles along the way.

Oh my goodness, I absolutely LOVED it and the girls did wonderfully! Everyone was left begging to go out again.

The kids had a blast playing with the village children who wove a ball out of leaves and then played games together.

I’m so crazy proud of how wonderfully well my little ladies took courageous steps to reach out to children whom stood across a language divide and really had a great time playing together.

Yep, it was a wonderful day-long trip spending time with some brothers and sisters a few hours away literally right in the middle of no-where.

It left us desiring more off-roading delights. =)

-Thankful, grateful and blessed.

With the help of 10 empty milk liters, security bars for our doors and a coconut, we enjoyed ourselves some Saturday night bowling: African Edition. 😉

And when Thor broke the coconut on her “all-in” strike attempt, we subbed in a playground ball.

We all had a great time.

-Keeping things fun.

-The perfect end to our Sabbath rest day.

-Thankful, grateful and blessed.

I find myself caught between a social worker’s earth-shattering empathy and a Father’s deeply enriching love.

Love is such a hard thing. It’s that delicate balance between predicted scraped knees and the refuge reflex arm. It’s that dance between extending friendship and discerned appropriate reservation. That fence straddle between opening yourself fully and anticipated self-defense.

Love is so vulnerable.

Lord, teach me how to love well.

Suddenly you find yourself in the melting pot of life, surrounded by endless opportunities. Which one’s next? How to extend your arms more fully without knocking someone from their feet? It’s all so big. It is all so beyond you.

“Lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight.”

Lord, teach me how to love well.

Teach me how to bite my lip when she falls and let Emilia comfort her first. Because Your love is not found solely in my arms.

Teach me how to open my arms to embrace Your family, even if they were strangers just weeks ago. You are the Orchestrater of kindred spirits.

Teach me to rely on You for discernment of when to speak love and when to merely feel it, that Your voice would be heard over my own.

Teach me how to love like You love.

For all in all, at the end of the day,

Your love remains.