I awoke at 5 a.m. yesterday with my heart bursting to write a blog.  No internet connection.  Like dreams , if not  caught at the moment, dawn breaks and the day begins and they drift away like morning mist.

The long term missionaries here must be saints.  That does not include us.  It has taken me five years for the light to go on in my head.  Why do we tolerate inconveniences that most westerners would shun including me?  Somethng breaks every day ~the power, the water supply, certainly the internet.  I am no longer pristine clean.  I grew up believing that cleanliness was next to godliness.   ‘Taint so.

We are in the midst of greatness and this is holy ground.  One doesn’t always have that privilege.  It’s the people who bring us back year after year.  We have done a lot thanks to you and your gifts of money and we are coming home with a lot of ideas. 

I am so excited about my “surprise” birthday party tonight.  We are going to a pizza place run by some Italians and some of the teachers and priests here say they have never had a pizza.  I’ll write you about it when we get home if the internet is up and running and if it isn’t too late.

Sandy left yesterday for the States and she is already missed.  She is one of the saints, but don’t tell her I said that. 

Love to all,