mama jenny

These past few weeks have been completely incredible. I have experienced so much, and changed in a way that I don’t think I can describe in words. I’ve witnessed my first Mozambican funeral (also my first infant funeral – a 6 month old baby died in the night here last week…), my first Mozambican wedding, God’s awesome healing from multiple things – a skin bacterial thing, and Malaria 2 days ago – and so much inner healing. God’s been totally just cleaning me up inside out. It’s phenomenal.

Pretty much every night I come home to a mass of people completely waisted on my front porch (drunk in the spirit, that is. Umm, ask me about it when I get home if you still don’t get it. Or look it up in the bible. It’s completely biblical) And during the day the teaching and the revelation and the direction God is giving us all is unreal. Coming home after this spiritual high is definitely not going to be easy. Our house hasn’t had any problems yet, which in my experience of community is pretty much unheard of. 10 people all living in the house the size of one living room… oi. But we all click together so well, it’s amazing. I love them so much.

So my life in Pemba right now is pretty much incredible. I’ve definitely had moments of breakdown when the last thing I wanted was a kid clinging to both my legs and jumping on me the second I step out of the gate. I miss the security of running water (and not having my "tan" wash off every time I do shower), being able to hang clothes on the line without them disappearing (and seeing your shirt on a kid the next week!), not having rocks in my food (ps - I found out I ate cat), and this week we’ve discovered the joy of rats in our house. The ant bites hurt like MAD and they’re everywhere, and last weekend there was a conference here with around 3000 Mozambican pastors and they seemed to bring with them about ½ the country’s population of flies (and left with a pair of sandals…) But the good far outweighs the bad. We found a place to get really cheap ice cream and chocolate (both of which are like gold around here), milkshakes at the hotel, we know our way around town a bit more, we’ve done some snorkeling, celebrated American thanks giving, discovered that hitch hiking into town is SO much better than getting a cab. There’s nothing better than walking down the road, hopping onto the back of a pick-up and getting a free drive into town (in large groups, of course. Hehe). “Africa! La va tante Africa!!” (I’ll sing that for you when I get home). Alright, my time here is just about up. I love you all. I can’t wait to see you and tell stories.