Homeless

Well, we did it. We finally left Wichita. It was hard. I mean, we've met some very dear friends during our time in Wichita. We sold our house, moved into the top floor of a day care, and really have been privileged to see this "IFMF" training program get up and running. We learned how to pull teeth, graft skin, manage trauma patients, and do spinal anesthesia, among other nifty new skills. The best part of all, I think, as I sit here late Christmas night is the tremendous fellowship and bonding I experienced just living and working with John and Logan (two of the other fellows) and their families. Rarely do we get a chance to live so deeply and get to know another person so intimately as during our time in Wichita in the old aparments above the daycare. It was close-quarters living- like being in college- just with a little more sense about us. Not much, just a little.

I am thankful for that. Now I sit in Kansas City, snowed in and ready for bed. Having put all of our stuff in storage, we're just spending our days hopping back and forth between April's parents and mine, towing our (now 20 month) toddler and our remaining possessions between the to loci. We're pretty well packed up and just biding our time until we leave for Zimbabwe. It really is great to see family, and bittersweet to watch the joy that our daughter brings to our families, knowing that we will take her away from them for a few months very soon. It hurts to know that our decision to go will cause those we love pain. It was a white Christmas today, as you can see in the pics. Zim will be a switch, for sure.

Thanks to everyone who is following our story and praying for us. We truly appreciate it. We'll keep you updated. Merry Christmas everybody!