Please Join Us in Prayer

I would love if you wanted to join us in your prayertime concerning the following:

Thankfulness that our truck only “broke” in our driveway. We did not get stranded in South Africa. We did not break down on the road. We were safely, comfortably home when it broke! The best, safest timing.

Thankfulness for a quick solution to the vehicle issue.

Thankfulness for our friends who loaned us their car while we were without. They were traveling in the States, so the timing and their generosity really helped us out.

Thankfulness for our health. Cedar’s, mine, and Sean’s! We often can neglect being thankful, but recent migraine issues have reminded me how big a deal our health is.

Encouragement in our work, in our purpose, in our being here. Lately we’ve felt disconnected and discouraged more than we’d love.

Energy and renewal of energy during the summertime. It’s easy to sink into complaining when it’s over 100 degrees in the shade. And we don’t have air conditioning. And we have a teeny fan to blow hot air around. It’s really easy. Pray that our minds and spirits can be resolved in positivity. Or that it’s an unusually cool season. ;) However you might feel led there. :D

Pray for Nicole’s sanity as Cedar starts scooting and inching her way around our tiny, not-very-child-proofed house. She’s currently aiming for the dog food bowl as I type.

That we could be light and salt in our community! May the Lord connect us to the very person he wants us to travel with on this day.

Companions. That we would feel the Lord’s presence as our companion on this journey. That we would know the goodness of His face, hear the joy in His voice, and trust the direction of our relationship!

Wisdom in our decisions. We’re currently mulling over how and when and how long we’ll be here for, so we would greatly appreciate your intercession on our be-half concerning that decision. That it would be clear. That there would be peace.

How can we join you in prayer? Comment below or email us! Grace and peace to you from our corner eMasini. 

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Mini-vacation; Truck Troubles and Solutions

Our life needs a blog-post-length update! Two weekends ago, we went to Sodwana Bay Beach.It had been since before Cedar and I went to the United States since we had really gotten away. Sean’s spirit was in desperate need of an adventure. He went down a day ahead of us to jump on a fishing boat. Spear-fishing in the Indian Ocean was a success! He pulled in about $100 worth of fish fillets for us. Nothing farm-raised about those goodies.

It was overcast for most of the trip, but we did manage some sunny moments with our friends who joined us for part of the trip. I enjoyed some sweet days just lounging with Cedar. How nice to “get away” from the constant homestead work for me!

On our way home, Sean noticed our differential oil was leaking a bit at the border. He topped up the oil and climbed back into the bakkie (truck) with these words: I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a crack in that diff again.

If ever there were foreshadowing, it was then. We made it home nicely, but the second morning after we arrived home, Sean walked outside and saw it. The cracked diff. Exactly the same location, but on the opposite side as our cracked diff 2 years ago. Needless to say, it was a stressful morning at the Boehrig home. Yes, we have two vehicles. But the Toyota (with the now-cracked diff) is the only one with a backseat to transport Cedar. Doomsdays of Nicole stranded at home and unhappy about it (let’s be honest!) flashed through Sean mind. The stress of “really, right now?” hit. And then the “how are we going to afford a new car?” and “life in Africa!” threatened to topple our hearts who were already struggling to return to work after a mini-vacation. Then and there we resolved to sell the bakkie. There were several other issues that we had needed to fix. And we had planned to sell it since BEFORE Cedar was born, so it fit. I insisted, “We will not think of fixing it. Let’s sell it cheap. Sell the white bakkie. And be on to a new vehicle.”

Within a week, the red Toyota sold. (I’m slightly sad I didn’t take a photo!) It was a ridiculously cheap price of R20,000 (about $1,600), but we KNOW all the issues with the frame, chassis, and rear brakes. A mechanic bought it, so just don’t buy a red Hillux from anyone in Swaziland. :P Wild to believe that our car is gone!

In an effort to cook myself some breakfast and feed Cedar before noon, I’ll hop quickly! Sean spent hours scouring websites in South Africa for a new truck. Months ago, we had decided the next truck we bought would be in the next bracket of costs. Two vehicles we’ve purchased for about $6,000. We’ve ended up putting in another $4,000 or so, not to mention the countless weeks of time for Sean or without a truck. so we researched and determined we would plunk the $10,000 down from the get-go. And hopefully circumvent the issues. Two challenges: withdrawing enough cash in time and getting the cash! With a daily withdrawal limit on our bank account, we couldn’t just pull from our savings and checking accounts. Also, we really needed to sell BOTH trucks before we could dream of buying the new one.

Well, it seems the Lord’s hands had other plans. Through my random Facebook post, a friend who is not very active in the Facebook community read about our truck issues. And sent us a LOT of money to purchase a new one. What?!?!?!  Why is it that I always want to see the Lord in finances?! Why is it that I miss him in the sunrises, the cool mornings before the heat, the refreshing breeze, and the smile of my daughter, but He gets my attention through the bank account. I really, really am working to remedy this. But He did it again. He caught my eye. I know our friends are just doing what they could. Just giving how their hearts felt led. We’re grateful for them. Grateful for their hearts. I think the greatest impression on me, is that it feels like God cares. I know, revelation right? God does care. Perhaps my faith is just really thin right now, so it didn’t take much to alert me to the substance. However and whyever. I just thought, “Gosh. Someone believes in us enough to put money behind us. To help buy us a car. Am I that worthy, Lord? Are we that worthy? Is what we’re doing here, or trying to do, or failing to do really WORTH anything to you? Does it MATTER for your Kingdom? 

I cannot say. But I know that our hearts matter to the Lord’s Kingdom. Our hearts matter to his heart. And our discouraged, stressed spirits matter to His spirit. And when we let Him, the Spirit inside of us, that we invited and need to invite on a daily basis will lead us beside quiet waters and green pastures. Our spirits can feast on green grass and sip cool, clear water from that stream. And we don’t have to figure out which pasture we’ll eat from today, or which ewe is going to deliver, or when the tractor will break, or if the plow will plow. We just show up, eat, drink, rest, and be filled. Spirit-filled. Refreshment-filled. Goodness-filled.

Sean is heading back from South Africa today. I’m working on my end to transfer monies, so we can pay our friend back. The friend here who transferred money from his bank account (enough to buy a very nice, used car) to the dealership’s bank account when the dealership couldn’t run our credit card! I’m working to get the insurance up and running today. Sean’s driving back the nicest car we’ll ever probably own. Hah! It’s still a 2005 and has over 150,000 miles on it. But cars don’t run cheap here. And trucks certainly don’t run cheap.

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3 Year Swaziversary

Mind-blowing. That we just celebrated the completion of our third year in Swaziland. Three years was our initial commitment. Three years is a short time. But it is also a long time.

It’s been enough time for us to get pretty solid at our siSwati. Some of you saw on Facebook that I posted Sean was speaking for over 30 minutes completely in siSwati with two neighbors. What?!?! What a fabulous way to celebrate our third year here!

It’s been enough time for me to relax and quit wearing skirts everywhere. Hah! Yah. When I visit people’s homesteads and go to church, I still wear my skirts and dresses, but when I’m at home, I feel comfortable to wear pants and even shorts. I quit the pretense that I’m a Swazi (as if I was fooling anyone) and decided that I’d be happier and healthier here if I didn’t load myself with the mental stress of always having to throw on a skirt before going outside. It’s a true assumption and has helped!

It’s been enough time for us to have a baby! And now a 7 month old. Who is rolling around in her crib as I type this.

It’s been enough time for our local grocery store to finally understand me. They don’t pack my product in individual plastic bags, or try to pack my bought items in bags, but anticipate, “Oh yes, you’ve brought your own bags.” And the staff doesn’t look at me weird when I speak siSwati. They reply, like it ain’t no thang. Cuz it aint. But at one time, it was!

It’s been enough time for a few breakdowns, and successes, failures, and extremely humbling moments. It’s been more than enough time for me to call this place home. For me to forget what life is like in the States.

I’m blessed to engage in a bible study with some expats here. We’re going through a Beth Moore study, so there’s a bi-monthly video we watch. This week’s video sparked some discussions, about how we live without a lot of expectation for our outward appearance here. “Who cares if you do your hair? No one’s even looking at it!” Most of the women shared how they rarely use make-up here, whereas in the States it was a daily event. We break “fashion rules” like socks with flip flops, and mis-matched outfits. Beth was talking about the fast-paced, impatient life. And we just all laughed. Yes, yes! We get impatient here, but it’s after waiting 3 weeks, not 3 minutes for our car to be fixed. We get impatient after we’ve looked in 6 grocery stores for parmesan cheese. Or no amount of calling can fix our phone service. Or when the car mechanic can’t tell you where you can buy extra lug nuts. Certainly, my level of patience has totally changed. Deepened you might say.

And I do say all of this because our Swaziversary marks the time when we need to start deciding how much longer we’re here. We’re committed through 2016, so we have at least 1 year more here. But our conversations, my meditations, and our hearts swirl with the question What now, Lord? 

Carry on. Carry on living with your courageous Thor, beginning-to-be-mobile Cedar, your disorganized selves, and no-space-for-quiet-time one-room house. Carry on living in these round walls and grass roof that allows no one to sleep in if someone wakes early, or drops a pan. Carry on going to the bathroom without a door, in the same room you sleep, work, relax, feed your baby, eat dinner, and cook said dinner in.

Carry on in the garden. Carry on planting, fluffing soil, adding manure, watering, transplanting, harvesting, and processing. Carry on showing people how much food can be grown in a small space. With a little energy and planning.

Carry on answering our neighbor’s needs. But don’t carry on answering the door at 5 am because they’ve all learned by now, “If the door is shut, don’t bother them until they come outside.” Praise. The. Lord. My sanity can carry on!

Carry on seeking creative solutions to pervasive problems. Carry on with creativity and with-it-ness. Carry on doing 95% of our internet on old cell phones of friends, because our computer’s internet doesn’t work well.

Carry on dragging ourselves to church because it’s work. And it’s hard. And it’s lonely and discouraging somedays and it’s never a day “off” on Sunday. But just carry on because presence is important. Incarnation is powerful. And I love the singing. I love the pained expressions Sean and I exchange when our child is the loudest of all during singing. And I chuckle because she’s rolled off the blanket, and I’m hoping her dirt-stained limbs aren’t sporting the last home of a goat or cow’s recent bed… or worse…

Carry on with weekends away to refresh and remember who we were before we moved here. Remember who the Lord created us to be. The dreams He put on our heart that we’re actually blessed to be living.

Carry on with our dreams. Of grass-roofed houses. Learning other languages. Living simply. Living with our best friend. Having a daughter grow up in a second culture, as a minority.

Carry on living your dream. It is extremely hard, but incredibly worth it.

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