Monday, March 16
Woke to the sound of heavy equipment today. ARAB Contractors, a company from Egypt is trying to repair the local roads and it’s our road’s turn. What a mess. The dust is so bad that now we cannot have the windows open….no a/c, no fans, no windows….no good.
Still no progress getting our visas to Lagos. We will need to send them DHL – risky business due to the fact they are American passports which sell for big money on the black market. The blood of Jesus will prevail.
Tuesday, March 17
Still no power. The contractors have not cut through our water lines. You guessed it. Now we have no power and no water. Once again, choices are made. Showers or drinking water. My body is changing. I’m developing the ‘missionary bladder’. A missionary bladder means you can survive on a cup of water a day and you don’t need to pee until the opportunity arises! Peeing on demand is a skill…laugh all you want but there are NO public bathrooms in Nigeria and squatting in a long dress in the weeds has lost its appeal. When I think of all the Americans dutifully carrying the jugs and bottles of clean water everywhere they go I shake my head. Drinking 8 glasses a day…you’ve got to be kidding me ! Back to water - At this point the choice is made for you. Today I have a half gallon of water for flushing, washing and drinking. Needless to say, the shower and shampoo has been swapped for the drinking. The flushing- well, it’s hard to watch good water run down the drain!!
Jon and Eli are in the village which means a day alone…..something I am adjusting to. I am either alone or ministering/counseling. The alone time is becoming more precious all the time. I am so grateful for my mp3 player…I listen continuously…it the first thing to be charged. It keeps my flesh under control and my thoughts focused. It’s loaded with messages of Ravenhill, Spurgeon, Tozer, Paul Washer and a great deal of music.
We were to attend a program at Rev Okoro’s church this week on healing and deliverance but with the road torn up, we can’t get a driver to us. In addition to that, since Sunday, all of the vehicles we had been using have broken down. Go figure. It keeps me home and that’s okay for now. Jon and Eli are still able to get out as they walk to the nearest junction and ride in the missionary bus. Yes, it’s all you can imagine. Filled with rust and holes. Seats without cushions, broken windows and sounds like a tank. What a hoot. It has Missionary Bus written on the side……big surprise.
Woke to the sound of heavy equipment today. ARAB Contractors, a company from Egypt is trying to repair the local roads and it’s our road’s turn. What a mess. The dust is so bad that now we cannot have the windows open….no a/c, no fans, no windows….no good.
Still no progress getting our visas to Lagos. We will need to send them DHL – risky business due to the fact they are American passports which sell for big money on the black market. The blood of Jesus will prevail.
Tuesday, March 17
Still no power. The contractors have not cut through our water lines. You guessed it. Now we have no power and no water. Once again, choices are made. Showers or drinking water. My body is changing. I’m developing the ‘missionary bladder’. A missionary bladder means you can survive on a cup of water a day and you don’t need to pee until the opportunity arises! Peeing on demand is a skill…laugh all you want but there are NO public bathrooms in Nigeria and squatting in a long dress in the weeds has lost its appeal. When I think of all the Americans dutifully carrying the jugs and bottles of clean water everywhere they go I shake my head. Drinking 8 glasses a day…you’ve got to be kidding me ! Back to water - At this point the choice is made for you. Today I have a half gallon of water for flushing, washing and drinking. Needless to say, the shower and shampoo has been swapped for the drinking. The flushing- well, it’s hard to watch good water run down the drain!!
Jon and Eli are in the village which means a day alone…..something I am adjusting to. I am either alone or ministering/counseling. The alone time is becoming more precious all the time. I am so grateful for my mp3 player…I listen continuously…it the first thing to be charged. It keeps my flesh under control and my thoughts focused. It’s loaded with messages of Ravenhill, Spurgeon, Tozer, Paul Washer and a great deal of music.
We were to attend a program at Rev Okoro’s church this week on healing and deliverance but with the road torn up, we can’t get a driver to us. In addition to that, since Sunday, all of the vehicles we had been using have broken down. Go figure. It keeps me home and that’s okay for now. Jon and Eli are still able to get out as they walk to the nearest junction and ride in the missionary bus. Yes, it’s all you can imagine. Filled with rust and holes. Seats without cushions, broken windows and sounds like a tank. What a hoot. It has Missionary Bus written on the side……big surprise.
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