I’d planned to post today about worship and Sunday gatherings, but something great has come up. We’re moving into our house! …kind of. Yes, the house we were told would be finished in September is finally (close enough to) finished (to put our things inside). The welding for the water tower will be completed today, and we’ll set the tower late this afternoon or tomorrow. A few days for concrete to set and a day or two of plumbing work, and we’ll actually be living in the house. And not a moment too soon. Baby Baylor’s first visitors from the states arrive a week from Saturday. We just hope Christie’s family’s first night in our home is not also our first night in our home.
There are no cabinets or drawers in the kitchen, no shelves in the pantry, nothing at all in the closets, no doors on those closets, and several bats that need to be permanently exorcised from the “attic.” But other than that, our house will be finished in four or five days.
Christie and I moved to Tanzania in March of last year, and have stayed nights in over 25 different homes, bandas, or hotel rooms. We’ve lived for multiple weeks in seven different locations. Baylor has never stayed in the same place for more than three weeks, and has slept in at least ten different rooms in five different cities. She’s never slept in a crib, and most of her nights have been spent on a mat on the floor (with its own little walls and mosquito net). Next Tuesday will mark eleven straight months of living out of the suitcases with which we arrived.
We are more than ready for some stability. Though we appreciate the lessons we’ve learned or of which we’ve been reminded:
- Being content in all situations
- This world is not our home (nor is this house or room).
- Quantity of possessions is not an accurate measure of joy or happiness.
- But you should see how much stuff we can fit in a few suitcases.
- Baylor loves riding in the truck — and the bumpier the ride the better.
- Everything takes longer in Tanzania, and two weeks might mean five months.
- Although we plan to use cloth diapers here, we’re extremely grateful, in all our moving around, for the disposables we were sent from the states.
- We have to be in our house before my parents-in-law arrive, because Sukuma culture requires that, upon their arrival in my home, I slaughter a chicken for them on the first day, and a goat on the second. And they would be very sad if I didn’t show my respect for them by doing so.
- In an ever-changing world, we’ve been reminded that God is our only true constant.