MozamWeek

5 years... 200 posts... 8,647 page views Not quite the once a week journal I envisioned, but it is a good enough record of our lives as a missionary family in Mozambique. That isn't really very impressive for blog statistics, but I've enjoyed the time I've spent sharing excitement and wonder at new experiences and the dread of facing packing and moving. I'm glad a few of you have followed along. And I'm glad a few more pop in from time to time. Here are the top 5 most viewed posts: Divide a circle into 11 equal parts There must be a lot of people with geometry questions, and I'm sure they were disappointed to find a blog about a white lady building a shady gazebo in Africa! Be still and know My baobab post. Inspired by a great picture by Gigi at snappingafrica2. In the evening Written after hearing about Rosa's death... while I was still in England. I think this is one of my favorites. Mother-in-law for a roommate Written while living in Swed

When I was 15, I lived in a small town in Indiana. I had a small circle of friends. I babysat on weekends. I went to basketball games and football games or slumber parties at my friends' houses. I was in 10th grade. I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I knew I'd figure it out eventually. I wasn't in a hurry. Being a kid was pretty good, actually. I had no illusions that growing up meant more freedom. I was free... to be myself... in a loving family... in a safe home... God would grow me up in time. I knew that even then. Last week a 15 year old girl came knocking on my gate. She turned out to be the niece of one of our night watchmen who happened to be off work for a few days. She needed to see him. He didn't answer his phone. She didn't know where he lived. She met him here before... she wasn't from Tete, but another part of the province. Her time in Tete last month was short and she worked at a neighbor's house looking after an elde