It’s the day after Easter — at least here on our side of the world! I slept in ’til 7 this morning, and then spent my quiet time with coffee, Bible reading and then some Facebook, and it’s been fun reading all the notes regarding Easter celebrations back home. Continue reading →
I wake around 5:45 or 6:00 most mornings, with the warm rays of the sun just beginning to peak through our upstairs bedroom windows that face the mountains to the east. The ceiling fan is beating on high speed, and the air is already becoming sticky and warm. During the night, it may have gotten cool enough that I’ve pulled a thin sheet over myself, Continue reading →
My greatest fear about living in PNG was realized and I survived – more or less!
Many of you know that I’ve got a ridiculous and irrational fear of spiders. Little ones or big ones, fat ones or skinny ones, harmless or venomous, I don’t really care. I simply do not like spiders. One of the first little tidbits of information that some kind soul shared with us Continue reading →
At first, I felt a little guilty using my “special” key to let myself into the side entrance of THQ instead of going to the front entrance like many others. The building sits at a busy corner, inside a gated compound with guards to let automobiles and pedestrians pass through. The front entrance is just inside that gate, Continue reading →
So I realized today, as I was coming back up the hill from our Koki clinic to my office at THQ, that driving here is just like living in a video game. I noticed that I was gripping the wheel with the same desperation Continue reading →
It seems now that Sandy and I are figuring out our jobs, it’s gotten crazy-busy. For days I’ve thought, “I need to update the blog.” But by the time we get home in the evenings, I’ve got little energy. We have supper, maybe throw in a load of laundry, and crash … maybe click on a few items on Facebook. I’ve just felt too lazy to write. Continue reading →
“We have a clinic in Koki, and one in Papa” Colonel Chris said, pointing to the outer two of three large circles, “and a counseling center at Ela Beach,” she touched the middle of the three, “and they’re just not working.”
We hadn’t been in PNG 24 hours before I was being briefed on an immense and exciting challenge Continue reading →
Our frequent visitor scurries along the wall and then pauses, clinging to the spot with the little round pads at the ends of his toes. I think he looks at us with curiosity; we don’t look like most of the folks he’s used to seeing around his home.
We moved to Papua New Guinea a little more than six weeks ago, and we’ve adapted fairly well to many of the big changes. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve begun to notice something. I find myself longing for insignificant things. A cold glass of fresh milk. Dryer-fluffed undershirts. Continue reading →
Christmas is a time for celebrating traditions. I’ve enjoyed reading on FaceBook about customary family activities like cutting a Christmas tree together, or touring holiday lights with carols playing and enjoying cookies and hot chocolate. Some families would assemble a brass ensemble and staff a Red Kettle for a shift, or go to a Christmas Eve service.
This year holds new “traditions” for Sandy and me – it’s been a Christmas like none other. Continue reading →