This afternoon Jennifer came into the bedroom and said in
dazed voice, “I just found a strange woman in our kitchen…” We are currently
living in a SIM compound that was offered to us for two months. There are three houses in the compound and
two gates. Only one of the other homes
is occupied. Apparently the woman hadn’t
noticed Jennifer come into the kitchen as she quietly slid open our back
door. “Oh, is this Krista’s house?” she
asked surprised. Jennifer was taken aback and said, “no,” at which point the
woman quietly disappeared. (Krista is a SIM missionary who visits the women’s
prison regularly.) When Jennifer mentioned it to me I immediately ran to the
front gate that is usually unlocked during the day, and it was standing ajar. I
crossed the street and asked a neighbours day guard if he’d seen a women come
out of our gate. “Yes,” he said, “she ran down the street that way and around
the corner.” Feeling my suspicions had been confirmed, I headed back inside. A
few minutes later our neighbours were home from school with the children, we
explained what had happened. This evening the husband came over to tell us that
the girl who is staying with them can’t find her new laptop. He’s feeling
terrible because he had been sleeping in the house the whole time.
Jennifer is missing our dog right now. He’d always been a
bit of dilemma to us. We’ve never really had a day guard but didn’t worry as
long as we had the dog. (A friend of mine has a proverb that goes, “A guard is
good. A guard and a dog are better. Just a dog is best.”) With our old dog we
never really worried about people coming into the yard like this since everyone
was afraid of him. (Except the developmentally challenged boy who seemed to be
able to find his way into the driver’s seat of our car—the dog didn’t even bark
at him.) What worried us was that he might be scaring off the people we wanted
to talk to. We wondered if some of our friends might come more often to visit
if they didn’t have to worry about getting past our dog.
That was just kind of the icing on the cake for our day
today. We just got our car back from the
garage yesterday but this morning Jennifer couldn’t get it started after
getting money at the bank. (The garage had washed down the engine and water got
in the spark plugs.) She was getting money to pay the mechanic—the power
steering pump was making an awful racket and the mechanic told us someone had
put engine oil into. We had it replaced.
It was also the first day of school for both Jennifer and
the boys. The boys were both ready to go but school also brings its own
stresses.
I’ve managed to lose about fifteen pounds in the first week
coming back, at least according to the scales in our house. I’ve been working
on cold or flu for the last day or so and Jennifer has had a lot of upset stomach.
Hopefully our bodies will transition over to Niger soon. Last night was the
first night I was able to go to sleep at a reasonable hour but I think that was
just because I wasn’t feeling well.
Yesterday I met with our pastor here. I asked him what he was
envisioning for the near future of the church. He said that he felt it was time
to look at planting another church. We are meeting tomorrow to talk about how
that might happen.