My friend Missy in spending tonight in the tribe... lucky lady:). I found out last evening that this will be her second visit to a tribe, though she said the first visit wasn't very "tribal"! Going to visit a tribal work always makes me feel like I am home at some level... which comes from having moved into a tribe when I was about 6 weeks old. It made me smile to realize that she may be feeling in a tribe about like I felt my first time on a farm, in a big mall, or going to Chi-Chi's restaurant: out of place.
While we were away I was thinking a bit about my blog. I remembered how I started this blog to prove, once and for all, that my life was much like yours, that we as missionary families face life much like anybody else. Looking for some feedback here-- do you think our lives are more similar or more different since you started reading this blog? Thanks for commenting or sending me a quick note on that one!
Kevin drove a good part of the way home yesterday, and did a good job of it, if I'm allowed to say that.
And, I'm beating that cold!