Over the Hill

So, we're over half way through, and you've haven't heard anything about the trip. Haha. Sorry about that- the Internet company just came off of their strike, but we're unsure how long it'll last. Technically, they could go back on strike later today and we'd lose connection again.

But I'm kinda ok with no connection to the States, not that I don't want you all to hear all that God's doing in Gabon and in us, but the freedom that comes with a total disconnect from all that we know so that we can just absorb this culture is huge!

I'm off to Hopehouse Orphanage to get to know some kids for a few hours, but here's a recap: We went to Ndjole, a little village about 4 hours away, from Friday to Tuesday. We had a blast working and getting to know the people and eating their cultural food. Some people got sick, bummer, but they're better now- not 100% but better. Saying goodbye was harder than I thought, especially when I saw a woman I had gotten to know crying when I peeked out the back of our van as it pulled out. Goodbyes seem to plague my life right now, but I'm learning to find God amidst them.

The language barrier is breaking down in so many ways as I'm learning to see the people, and the God that made them, without having to use words. Laughing, smiling, pointing, waving- I've made it half way through the trip not having to be a translator for the group or even know more than three words of it.

Your prayers are amazing, and I can honestly say that I'm discovering God. Each time that I get to know Him, He gets bigger, stronger, more amazing, beautiful. Avouir! (I think...)