The last week has been rather a blur, hence the absence of blog posts. I didn’t go to church on Sunday and could spend some much-needed time alone and with the Lord, also be a bit more relaxed with Henri and Melanie, and yet by Sunday evening I was absolutely exhausted and for the next 2 days felt I could hardly concentrate on anything, quite a strange sensation. I drifted through Monday and Tuesday mostly trying to help Melanie pack up their stuff – they needed to decide what is definitely staying in Mozambique, and what would they like back in SA sometime in the future should the Lord keep them there. This was in between many interruptions, such as the baby crying, and I felt so bad that I’m so useless with babies and couldn’t help her with him. Sometimes we could luckily pass him on to Clemilda. By Tuesday evening we felt we had make a certain amount of progress, and Melanie was supposed to fly back on Thursday. In the meantime, a good friend on Henri’s, Hennie, and Henri’s dad, came with the MAF flight on Tuesday – when all is finished here they will drive back with Henri’s bakkie that is still here. Things took an unexpected little turn on Wednesday morning when we suddenly got a call from MAF, asking if Melanie could be ready to fly out that morning instead of Thursday because of a medical emergency. So we had to go through the house pretty quickly and a lot remained for me and Henri to sort out. Since then it has just been me and the three men in the house – luckily I’m not cooking for them! I am also very grateful to have them here to help me – I need quite a lot still done in the flat, like rigging up a mosquito net, getting my bed properly sorted out, etc.
Yet again, late yesterday afternoon Henri heard (I’m not sure how) about a young SA couple who were travelling and needed a place to stay. So, Hennie and Henri being the kind of guys they are, they brought them here. Scott and Laura are travelling by car through SA, Mozambique, hereafter Tanzania, Kenya, Zambia, Malawi, Zimbabwe and Botswana. They’re also lovely Christians and the short time we’ve known them has been so blessed. To top it all, we all went to Clemilda’s and my usual Bible study last night. It was good, fortunately the message wasn’t long or hard to interpret, but then the one pastor that was there insisted on praying for Henri – who is a pretty staid, Reformed (Dopper) guy 
– it was a blessed time though. We will see what other surprises the weekend holds for us…
