MozamWeek

Yesterday I got a request to Skype with a friend in Mozambique. I thought it odd, but knew it must be something important. "I just didn't want to tell you this in an email or on Facebook," she explained as we finally got connected. "I just found out that Dona Rosa has died. Q said it was back in January. She was sick, he said you knew about the illness. I'm so sorry. I know you were close to her." Dona Rosa. Rosa worked with me for nearly 14 years in Mozambique. She was our  empregada:  employee. She arrived on our doorstep in November 1998, soon after we began living in Tete. She knocked on our door one morning and asked for a job. Without references, we were hesitant to "let her in." She came back every day practically begging for work. "I have two hands and I need work. My brother will tell you that I'm a good worker." After struggling to wash blue jeans by hand in a basin of cold water a few times, I gave in. "Ok, come and

Hello there Friend! I've not been too busy to write to you. I was temporarily blocked out of my blog. Our internet in England is usually pretty good, but we get glitches. I'm surprised to see that I got in so easily today! I'm so surprised that I didn't even plan what I was going to write! I must take the opportunity as it comes. So, here we are together again! The day after Easter is a holiday almost everywhere. We enjoyed our Sunday at Long Crendon Baptist Church where we have decided to attend. They have lots of kids the right age for our kids... and lots of Wycliffe people so we don't have to explain what we are doing hanging out in England for five months. (They are used to missionaries on study programs dragging their kids around the world.)                               We drive about 25 minutes through the countryside to a tiny town near Oxford. The church is on the "High Street" that is about 200 years old or more. Thatched white-wa