More Frustrating than funny

It is just a reality that many of the things we experience are truly more frustrating than funny. It is a simple truth that culture shock is a reality. Many of the things we have experienced this week have humor but the burden of them has made the humor marginal.

I have to say that one of my most frustrating issues this past week has been in the area of giving and getting directions. In this country there are few if any street signs. The ones that do exist should not because no one notices them and no one can remember the names of the streets even if they live on them. So imagine trying to give directions to a man on the phone who speaks english only slightly and even that is mixed with french. He has to come from the

middle of Kigali to our district (suburb) in order to set up our internet. He calls me on the phone and says he is on his way. My directions are like this. "Okay, where are you"? His response is in french since the word hello did not clue him in that I was english. The fact that I did not say bonjour did not register to him. He says, "I'm on the road to the Senate". Fortunately I know that road. I send him on his way in the direction of a small grocery store and finally a round about that he does recognize but that is the easy part. Now it is time for the dirt roads. The road does not have a name so we say Niboye road because that is the district that the road cuts in half. After that the exact instructions are, "go 2/3 of the way to the end and go down the mountain until you reach more dirt roads with more small markets on the corner. In Tyler it would be like telling someone to go to the corner with the bank on it and turn left. I finally had to give up and go find him. However I'm finally over the nostalgia of the bumpy dirt roads and I'm tired of being stared at as I bounce all over the road when I drive. I did find him and finally I have email.

The blessing this week is that I was finally able to finish my application for visas and was able to turn them in. This was on my third attempt. The first day it took all morning to get my documents (marriage certificates, medical license and all the kid's birth certificates) copied and notarized. The immigration office closes at noon. The second day we arrived at the immigration office and I discovered that I was supposed to fill out my applications online but had not. God intervened again. Charles, the amazing man at ATN who is in charge of helping us get "official" was able to coerce someone to print them for me so I could fill them out. After scurrying to complete them before our number was called (we failed and had to get a new number) we walked to the desk and after reviewing the documents the agent said we could not proceed because the back ground in our photos was too grey. It was not nearly white enough. Again the word impossible (to which there is no answer, you have to just hang your head and walk away). We had to leave, go get all the kids and take them all to downtown to get pictures taken. I had to ask them to take them twice because they were really bad the first time. She took, "needs to have white back ground" to mean "needs to be washed out with really bright flash".

I prayed last night that God would keep the rules the same today. Here in Africa rules change from day to day and from person to person. I prayed that the person I encountered would follow the official rules and be a person of peace. I got up early and was the first person there and when I approached the agent and gave her the applications she said her name was the same as my daughter, Grace. I told her about Grace and how she got her name (I thought she would cry) then I figured since she was stuck there and appeared peaceful I would just preach to her about the meaning of the word grace while she did my paperwork. In the end I was able to finish the process and now I just have to wait for final approval and we will all be "official".

In addition we were able to go to church with our neighbors this week. The service was three hours long (no classes or breaks) and the kids were almost dead by the end. So was the lady whose job it was to keep the kids in line. The kids don't sit down front but have to sit at the back of the room under the eye of the "kid Nazi". I kind of liked it. She had to keep bopping Samuel to get him to stay seated. Don't blame him though since he is not used to such a long service. The joy in it was just the walk to church. The neighbor kids and our boys just love playing together. Aaron is so happy to have them near during the day.

(blurry but Aaron and Samuel playing soccer with neighbors)

(walk to church with neighbors)

We had a hard week and this was just the beginning of our struggle but we are blessed by God's constant affirmation of our presence in Rwanda and we enjoy seeing them come to us over and over. Please pray that he will continue to lay these in front of us and continue to pray that in all that we do we find people of peace in which we can form relationships with and prayerfully invite them to discover God with us.

Blessings to all of you.

Brian

p.s. One last funny image. We had to have our gate fixed this week because the hinge broke off. I had to call the landlord to send a crew to fix the all steel gate that weighs about 500 lb. When they arrived they brought their welder and needed a place to plug it in. When I walked in the gate I noticed a wire (not extension cord but real romex wire) with no ground leading to my back door. When I looked down this is what I found. No plug, just stripped the wires and stuck them in the outlet. Try this in the states.

Funny or Frustrating??

When I left for Rwanda I committed at least to my self that I would not make my blogs downers and a collection of pity posts.

God has granted me a different eye to see the difficult things through has made me more capable of seeing the humor in our new lives.

There are many things I have seen and experience this week that have made me both laugh and pout (at the same time).

We sent out our newsletter last week and mentioned my analysis of the correlation between standing in line and driving in Rwanda. Well the two came together this week as I was able to buy a 4WD vehicle and had to spend all day in the Rwanda Revenue Authority (and the bank, again). The RRA is sort of a mix of the DMV and tax authority. You have to go to the RRA one day and get a tax ID followed the next day by meeting the owner of the vehicle at the RRA at the car check place. This is the semi equivalent of an inspection. However, it is clearly an inconvenience to all involved. The inspector looked at the tires then opened the hood and leaned in to look at the engine block and left. We paid the fee and left. We finally made it through the maze of back roads that only my Rwandan friends could navigate and settled at the big RRA building. I have to say I was impressed. My frame reference is standing in line at the Cotton belt building in Tyler on a late August day. The interior air temperature was far cooler in this building than the Cotton Belt building. However, despite how slow the line moves at the Cotton Belt at least it was a line. There was no line here. It was a room of chairs, no "take a number" sign or device. I had no idea were our place in the queue was but thankfully my Rwandan cohorts knew how to keep track but again this was arbitrary and when a seat at the desk emptied the race was on. It took us about 4 hours to complete this part of the process.

In the end it was a good experience because it has typically been much worse for others and I was able to finish the process in less than one day and that is universally considered a miracle.

Other things that make me frustrated. RED DIRT!

When we left Oklahoma to move to Tyler in 2002 I felt almost confident that I was leaving behind red dirt for good. No more red sox, no more red pants legs, no more red mud in the shower and no more red dirt on my floor. I have all those now and much more with 4 kids. I am generally tired of being dirty.

Another amusing thing this week was related to the bike I have been riding. I have been riding Marty's bike or walking to the center we do most of our work out of and to begin with I get heckled by many of the workers on the street. The local government is redoing the ditch on our street and paving it with stone. A side note is that the 5 foot deep by 4 feet across ditch is dug by hand and the stones are broken up by hand to fit the area needed. This process takes about 50-70 workers. They watch me ride that bike many times per day and each time they act like it is the first time they have ever seen me. I must give them the comedy break they need to make it through the day. Well any way, I am also not used to Marty's bike which has straps that keep your feet on the pedals (competitive mountain bike). I always keep my right foot out so I wont fall over if I have to stop suddenly. Well I arrived at my destination I kicked my right foot over and forgot that my left foot was tied in and thus had nothing to stop me but the ground. The two old me across the street now have enough material to make them the life of the party all week.

We have been trying to get into our house every day this week. Every time we meet the land lord there is just a little more work to be done. The last 2 days we were to meet him and get the keys to the gate but he is either not there or does not have the keys. I was stuck at the house for 2 hours with the young man that has been guarding the house for the landlord. He does not speak English, the landlord only speaks French and Kinyarwandan and I only speak 30 words or Kinyarwanda and unless I suddenly have the need to ask him to put two blue pens on his head then our communication is over quickly. (However to my surprise, knowing how to say blue and pen and give me turned out to be great when the inspector at the previously mentioned RRA tried to steal my blue pen). It has been two days and I have no ammunition left. I still don't have keys to my gate and thus cannot get in. The final solution is to just go down to the security guard service tomorrow and hire the guard and when he shows up tomorrow night all will suddenly be resolved.

The money is a funny thing. We still look at the Rwandan Franc as play money. Now can you not when the coins stick to your daughters magnetic necklace. Very high iron content in their coins. You go to the store and you are kind of craving some chocolate since you have not had any decent quality chocolate in nearly 3 weeks. You look at the price and forget to convert it before your old addiction blinds you so when you finally eat half of it and then when you come back into your right mind you realize you paid 3 dollars for a 3-4 oz candy bar with a brand name on it. That's when you decide chocolate is no longer your weak spot.

I'd like to tell you the lighter side of Kristin learning to drive a very large, standard transmission, Land Cruiser (diesel) but she is likely going to read this and that would be bad news for me. (She did awesome by the way, love you dear).

Electricity. Simply put, you buy it at a store like you bye minutes on a pay as you go cell phone. You go to a variety of small stores, called a duka and pay for as much electricity you can either afford or the amount you think you might use in a month. Yes, you get to keep your electricity if you have any left over a the end of the month. I call them roll over watts. They don't expire. I went to the duka and asked for cash power and he said yes. He punched in my meter number and waited. Did it again and waited. Then he looked at me and said only one word. Impossible. If someone in the US said that to me I would have many pointed questions. In this cross culture encounter of the third kind, all I could do was walk away. My brain could not even comprehend all the things wrong with the scenario and could not formulate a rebuttal to this single word. He won his argument with one word and no struggle. I had to drive to town and go the the grocery store to by my electricity today.

Well I had many more little humerus stories but I have forgotten many of them and so I suppose that's it for now.

Please continue to pray for us and remember that we do pray for so many of you regularly.

Bless you all and thank you for everything.

Brian

New Home

Below I have posted a couple of pics of the home we expect to sign a contract on this evening. Kristin is trying to get the same pictures up on Facebook but her pictures were larger. I shrunk them down to a smaller pixel size and posted them here. She should have her Facebook pics up soon with better descriptions. We are blessed to be able to find it. It is about 5 min from the Koonces and less than 10 from the Crowsons. If you notice some of the roads that lead from the Koonces to our house you will understand why I can say it is faster to walk than to drive. Probably safer.

This step has gone a long way in encouraging our children. They are all doing well and view this step as a good step towards making a stable life here in Rwanda. We are fortunate in that this house is actually new but is cheaper than the houses that our other team members live in. God has been so good to us.

We have rested and transitioned. Today Grace, Aaron and I walked to the nearest little store in the neighborhood to buy some soda and gum. We met a few people on the way and had a chance to use our small Rwandan vocabulary that consists of hello, how are you and I want to buy...(whatever english word you want to stick in). They like to hear us use their language but I honestly think at this point it's because they want to something to laugh at.

Our next step is getting a car and language. Please pray that we can get a reliable car from an honest dealer. It is not like the US. you cannot go down to the used car lot and pick one. You have a person who is a "finder" or "dealer" that looks around town and has contacts that let him know when they see a used car. From there it is the same. You can trust them to be honest as far as you can throw them (Same as some US dealers) but just like the US there are those who are known to be honest. We are working with a Rwandan that works for ATN. He is the one that found our house for us as well.

Formal language starts after Sept 1. The kids start school Sept 1 at the private school here in Kigali. This will allow us to take language every morning. We will also try to get the kids language lessons on weekends. Please pray for the kids transition into school and pray specifically for our brains to become wired for new language. God created our brains and we believe that even though we are older than most new missionaries he can make us open to language.

A new day dawning

And I mean that literally.  With the intense jet lag I have witnessed the sun coming up for the last two days.  Just waking up here is so different and surreal.  The rooster crowing outside the walls remind me my growing up but the sounds of at least 5 different exotic birds (of which I have yet to learn the names of) squawking back and forth make the most pleasant alarm clock ever.  

Overall our trip here was more than tolerable.  We made it to London without much trouble.  The layover in Chicago was short and so we didn't have much time to ponder our changing lives.  After a 7 hour flight (in which Grace never slept) we made it safely to London.  We were happy to get there early because we had reserved a hotel (named Yotel) in the airport.  However, no one in the terminal where we landed had heard of it.  After finally finding the reservation on my computer we discovered we needed to be in Terminal 4.  When we arrived at the terminal we were told we had to leave the secure area in order to get to the Yotel.  This meant going through customs and immigration.  Just as we were leaving Kristin realized that we had left our camera bag on the plane.  We decided that I would take the kids through customs and to Yotel alone while she went to look for the camera.  It took her over 2 hours.  Yes they speak english in England but they don't do "american".  The kids did all go to sleep which was a great blessing.  We thought our flight was at 9pm so we got up and showered and left the hotel at 6.  We decided to check in for our flight first since we had to back through security but when we arrived at the ticketing agent we discovered that our flight was at 740 pm.  We had to skip supper in order to make it on the plane.  If we had stopped for supper before checking in we would have missed our flight.

The flight to Nairobi, Kenya was a little over 8 hours and 3 of the kids slept most of the way.  However, Grace watched videos most of the way and did not sleep.  

When we arrived in Kenya our flight to Kigali, Rwanda was cancelled due to a strike by the flight attendants.  We were told to come back to the desk for re-ticketing at 730 am.  This is not an American airport.  There was only one line, one attendant and no one in a hurry.  (sounds like an American airport)  After we were given new tickets for a 1230 pm flight and were told to wait in the transit lounge until the gate was assigned and called.  We waited until 1pm before we started asking questions.  By the time we were called to the gate it was after 230 pm.  We were told every 30 min that our plane would be boarding in 30 minutes.  At 4 pm they announced that our flight would be combined with another flight to a different city.  We would stop in Kigali and let some passangers off and then the plane would continue on to another country.  By 5 pm we were still seated in the gate area.  We were finally asked to board the plane and when they announced the gate everyone ran towards the door at the far end of the terminal but just about the time we were able to wake our kids up and move our baggage they announced that the plane would board from a door at the end we were on.  We found ourselves at the front of the line.  Amazing.  Even better than that, we had three men take pity on us and ask to carry our bags.  By this time the kids were so wiped out we could not get them awake enough to carry their bags.  We had one carry on per kid and four back packs/computer bags and we needed each kid awake to carry a bag or we could not move.  These men were awesome.  One of them was a man who was coming to Rwanda for the church planting workshop and was a church member in Togo that had been started by the Koonces.  God is awesome.

When you fly into Africa you have to deboard on the tarmac without a "jetway".  You have to carry your bags down the steps from the jumbo jet and then back up the steps into the airport.  So getting back on we had to go down the steps from the gate, to a bus, drive to the plane, walk across the tarmac and then up the steps to the plane.  When we got on board the attendant announced that it was open seating since two flights were combined.  She said that she expected every in coach to sit in coach and not to go into business class seats.  Ha!  It was a mad house.  people running all over that plane to get good seats.  We sat on board for almost 2 hours because their head count did not match the number of boarding passes give out during the day.

We finally arrived to a warm welcome in Kigali.  After getting our 12 trunks and 6 bags loaded we headed for the Koonces.  

The day we arrived Aaron came down with a fever and over the next day became worse with sore throat.  He has strep throat and already had to go on antibiotics. 

We have been here 2 and a half days now and the kids just love it.  Madelyn (who cried a lot before we left) said it was not what she expected and she feeling better.  They have had such a great time with the Koonce and Crowson boys.  

Today is our first Sunday and we are looking forward to church with many of the other American missionaries at NTCC (New Testament Church of Christ).

Thanks and Goodbyes

The count down is almost complete. The days and hours are ticking away. We will leave for Rwanda on August 12 at roughly 4pm. To say we are excited would be an understatement. To say we are not afraid would be a lie. To say that we trust in God would be true!

We would not be in this place today if not for the great will and workings of God. We began our journey 18 months ago and I can say our fear today does not come close to matching that of December 2007 when we fully gave ourselves over to God's calling. In the last 18 months he has brought peace and willingness to our spirits and we are anxious to see what amazing things he will do with us from this day forward.

We were singing in the car yesterday with Samuel. He loves to sing and is such an auditory learner that he memorizes songs after just one or two rounds. Anyway, we were singing "Hymns of the Month" from chapel at Grace. Singing the old songs made me remember "Count Your Blessings". After finishing the song we took the opportunity to think of all the wonderful people and blessings God has put in our lives over the last chapter in our lives that we feel brought us to this day.

I cannot start this expression of gratitude without naming one person first and foremost.

Sylvia!

She probably kicks herself just at the mention of the fact that if it were not for her generosity we would not be leaving for Rwanda. I know this is bittersweet for her but I also know she seeks and serves the Lord and would not have us do anything other than what we feel God has called us to do. In addition to all her generosity in regard to our fundraising, she actually went out and helped us raise funds from our peers at work. After all that, she allowed us to use her Bullard farm house for almost 3 months. Thank you so much Sylvia, we love you.

I want to thank the mission's committee and elders at Glenwood who have shown their faith in God by showing exceptional faith in us. The support they have pledged has been a great a leap as our own decision to go! Praise God for each of them. I also lift up the congregation at Glenwood for their support and love. We have felt so thankful for their heartfelt concern for our family.

We have had many people at church, work and other organizations who have offered us the use of cars, washing machines, dryers, internet access, and so much more. We could not have made it through the summer without these wonderful people. When our van broke down in Houston we didn't have to go a single day without or spend even a penny on a replacement vehicle. My partners at work provided a long term car when the van broke down and then a short term car when I had to give up my truck last weekend. We love each of you so much.

We want to thank all of the individual donors and churches who have committed both short startup funds and long term support even when times have been tough. The congregations at Rt. 230, Lakeside, New Hope, Park Plaza, and East Grand have shown such great faith in their offerings. I cannot even begin to name all of the individual donors across the US that are giving faithfully to see God succeed in Rwanda.

I want to thank Murphy Crowson, my wonderful teammate who has been with me (via internet) the whole way. He has provided us with so much information about how to get things done and who to contact for help. I know that his leading will make our transition into Africa so much smoother and I know I could not have done it without his help.

I give thanks for the Koonces. I know that Marty's two trips back to the US this past year were not for good reasons but each time he came he was able to visit with us and encourage us. He came to us during hard times in our lives and was able to just fill us up with joy and remind us of the reason we committed to this work.

Our journey to Rwanda began with a burden to become debt free. I firmly believe that we were brought to Trinity Clinic just for this reason. I am so grateful for Greg Stovall and the other leaders, my partners and my patients for their faith in me. It takes a great amount of faith and risk to hire a new doctor and to go to a new young doctor (who looked 15 when he started) and I am thankful for all of my patients who have stuck with me and encouraged me in this journey. The Lord has blessed us at TC and because of this our loans were paid off early and he has made his perfect time for his perfect will known once again.

I finally want to give praise to God for making Kristin and I part of the "Gathering" ministry at Karing Kitchen in downtown Tyler. I would never have guessed when we started this work that we would be leaving it for Africa. It was hard to go every Sunday when our kids were so small. I was just tired of mopping red drink off the floor every week. However I also would not have guessed how much it was preparing us for a cross-cultural ministry. God knew 3 years ago that we would be going to Rwanda and I have no doubt that these wonderful people were an integral part of our training. I have to give honor to Carl Wells who attended faithfully from the beginning despite his own ailing health. He has become a great person in Samuel's life and we will miss him greatly. I pray God's comfort on him these last days.

Finally, again, I must give thanks to God. Without his faithfulness and blessings this day would not have come. We cannot know what he has in store for us in Rwanda but as I have told so many of my patients, "I just know God is going to do something great, I just pray I will be there to see it".

Moving Day Part III

We drove to Houston on Sunday night, the night before we are scheduled to be at the warehouse.  In addition to going to the ware house we have to go to DHL shipping to pick up solar equipment previously ordered from African Energy.  The order was a rush job and paid for on Friday at 3 pm and so the order was not confirmed or released until Monday morning.

 

Day 1:  Houston

We were expected at the shipping warehouse by 9 am.

We awoke first thing and actually made it to DHL international shipping by 7:40 and had to wait for them to open.  When we did get inside the men at the dock had no idea what we were talking about.  We had to explain a little and so they called the rep in charge of African Energy who told them she had no idea what I was talking about.  So we called AE and explained the issue to them and they then called DHL and “released the order”.  We had to wait 70 minutes for the order to be brought out of the warehouse.

 

We finally arrived the first morning around 930 am and immediately began to work through the poorly packed boxes that left our house.  We tried to repack boxes and consolidate stuff we wanted and take out things that we didn’t mean to send down.  Besides the heat you could tell that the supervisor was not thrilled with us opening boxes and messing up his system.

 

The company guy that we had been communicating with came to the warehouse later in the morning and after looking around told us that there was no way everything would fit.  He told us that they have never fit that much total volume by weight on a 40 foot container and that the central office told them it couldn’t be done.

 

Well that kind of discouraged us but Pat, the team supervisor looked at us and said that he would get it on.

 

The next greatly discouraging thing was the inventory method.  The movers who came to Tyler used yellow stickers with preprinted numbers and a few white stickers.  They would not yet us put our inventory numbers on the boxes they packed.  The guys at the warehouse used orange stickers and put them on some of the boxes with the other stickers.  Now we had 4 different numbering systems.  Rwandan’s don’t like complicated things.  In addition, the supervisor was wrapping our large bins/tubs in the same paper they used to wrap furniture but did not put our inventory numbers on the outside of the wrapping.  I tried to cut through one but it was about 12 layers of wrapping paper with at least two layers of that mesh paper that was impermeable.  He put one of his stickers on the outside of the wrapping and labeled them “plastic bins” or “trunks”.   We had no idea what was in each trunk.  The issue is, we have to place value on each numbered item for tax and insurance reasons.  Some trunks had ziplocks or used kids clothing worth 10 bucks and some had transformers and electronics worth hundreds and we have no idea which is which.  If you guess and get caught putting a value of 10 dollars on a box of transformers worth $200 you can get fined or in trouble and then they can make you open every box in customs and delay the release of your container by weeks.

 

Day 2:

The shipping co. saved the actual loading for today and we were up by 5:30 to arrive at the warehouse by 7.  I am totally at peace about what fits or doesn't fit.  (We had a lot of people praying about many aspects of this day, and I could really feel it.)

 

The first part of the day went pretty well, even though to our inexperienced eyes it did NOT look like it would all fit.  The Loading Guys were very good at their job and very kind to us.  They also played Christian music on their radio.  I can't tell you what a blessing that was to us.  They didn't cuss, either.  Crazy.  They also were oddly open about sharing their lives with us.  It's funny that we are ministering more than ever here in the states now that we're moving overseas.

 

By noon they had the flat bed trailer loaded on ( Yay, we have a trailer!  Dave, you must have prayed for that!  :-), AND the kayak AND the canoe.  No way did we ever think all that was going on there, but God just kept right on stuffing it in.  The appliances went on early, so just "house" boxes were left.  I need to say that we drove down to Houston in separate cars so we could take as much stuff as possible "just in case it fit."  Brian had the truck and trailer loaded like Jed Clampett.  All he needed was a rocking chair on top.  I had the mini-van with the seats laid down and loaded with boxes.  (My sister had the kids in Shreveport)

 

Brian had a speaking engagement at 7PM so he left me in charge at 1.  :-(  (That's ok, my team was praying for me...)  At 1:45 they turned to me and said "Ok, what do you want taken off?"  OFF?  They said it wasn't going to fit, and they started ripping open boxes of dishes and pots and pans.  No problem.  We were throwing away as fast as we could, and bundling what we wanted into bundles and jamming it into cracks and crevices.  No numbers.  No inventory.  It was probably better Brian WASN'T there!  Our next prayers will have to be about what gets stolen.  (That's ok, it's God's stuff.  If He wants to give it to a thief I'm ok with that) We UNpacked 13 boxes, but everything but 5 items went on!  Praise God!  Absolutely stunning!  I took lots of pictures.  The stuff left was unneeded, and God blessed us by making it those specific things.  I was so happy I couldn't wait to call Brian.

 

 I said good bye, filled up the gas tank, got a snack and a drink and got on the Beltway 8 in Houston.  I'm stinking filthy, by the way.  I actually took wet wipes and scrubbed the warehouse grime off my knees.  There's something completely humbling about kneeling on a warehouse floor with your personal possessions strewn about on the floor.  I remember thinking "I feel exposed because I'm kneeling here with my pots and pans all over the floor."  The minute I could I called Brian to tell him what happened, but we weren't on the phone 5 minutes when I said "That's funny, the air conditioner just went out."  (It's 101 degrees, ugh)  Then "Brian, the car won't go over 55!"  The exit was 1 and 1/2 miles away, and I'm down to 40mph.  When all the lights started flashing I got over as fast as I could.  This is a toll road, with an entrance 100ft behind me, and an exit 100ft ahead of me.  And a husband 2 hours ahead of me!  Smoke started coming out of the engine, so I got out while I called for a tow truck.  (So many praises here, by the way.  Foremost, I didn't have the kids with me on that scary road!  And I had a snack and a drink!  No problem)  In my experience tow truck drivers take about an hour, so I got back in the car since I'm a closet albino.  Glory if the tow truck arrived in 10 minutes!  Off we went to the Mazda dealership (a 45 min drive in Houston rush hour traffic).  They had to push it into the service bay, and the driver said he only takes cash.  How am I to get that much cash?  The nice dealership lady said "Our shuttle driver's not busy--he'll take you to an ATM."  No problem.  30 minutes later I got to sit in the AC for the first time that day and the lady tells me the engine is blown.  Oh well.  We were going to give the van away, but God had different ideas.  Again, more praises.  About where it happened, when, and to whom.  Brian was on his way back to tow me home.  While I waited 3 hours in the AC with a book, a snack, a drink (the same ones-I still haven't had a chance to eat them) and no kids (:-) a man wanders through from the showroom.   He introduces himself as Mac and he asks me about what I'm doing at the dealership so late.  After recalling the story about our morning and our car he wanted to know all about what happened and where we're going, etc, etc.  I gave him our card at this point, and we sat there for quite a while talking about missions, my family and his family.   When Brian got there Mac got some other guys to help us load the van onto the tow trailer, but it wouldn't go.  He handed Brian the keys to his car and said "Take my car to Wal-Mart to get a hand winch."  So we drove his MERCEDES to the store, came back, got the van loaded.  Brian said, half-jokingly, "Anybody want a free car?"  Mac said "Yes!"  So we drove with him to his house where he treated us like honored guests.  I mean, he offered us food and drinks and honored us with stories about his wife and wonderful daughter.   We then followed Mac to a used car lot and dropped off the car and headed home.  We limped home at 2am, and by 8:30am the next day we had a vehicle offered to us for the rest of the summer.  No joke.

I feel like I haven't done this story justice, but you get the idea of the way God took care of us.  I praise Him for all the blessings, and I thank you guys all for praying over us.  We felt it!

 

Love,

Kristin