We are now living in the house in Mexico.  It promises to be an exciting and challenging place for families interested in missions to come visit.  When I arrived Saturday two weeks ago my husband had just dropped a bathroom sink in the kitchen so we could wash our hands and dishes and stuck a bucket under to catch the water.  We had propane to run the donated stove, but after dark followed each other around like a school of fish to stay where the light was.  Everyday some small improvement has happened, first it was running water upstairs, then a solar panel so we could flush the toilet without turning on a generator. 

My children are really enjoying the pioneer life.  We unfortunately have no land to farm, but have planted a few veggies out front and do have the beautiful Pacific Ocean to look at.  Some days this seems fun, but when I spend an hour doing dishes, wash, rinse, boil, empty bucket, or try to sweep the concrete floor I sometimes grow tired.  The first week was really quiet, we had been living in a busy suburb with phone service, to be out in the middle of nowhere, yet close to big, scary Tijuana was at times unnerving.  We really enjoyed the few visitors we had and Scott and Emelie had an enjoyable morning at the Mexican church we had attended our first year here.

We are settling in, each day is a little better, and we fall in bed at night, tired yet thankful for all the ways God has cared for us, and the way our children are able to see His power displayed on our behalf through protection and help each day.