So this is the last of my meet the staff series for now.  Mostly because this IS the last of our personal staff…for now!  ;)  I don’t know if I have ever clarified what I mean by that, but as of now we don’t live on campus.  We have our own separate home so that means we have our own staff here.  That’s why I introduced our staff here on my blog.

Henry Kalitera, born August 19, 1968.   I saved him for last even though I meant to write about him long before now.    He is unique to our staff in that he doesn’t work here at our home, unless something goes wrong.  I will get more into what he does in a moment.  First, I want to share a little bit of personal info about Abusa Kalitera. He has been the Pastor to the Church of the Nazarene here in the boma for four years.  He is married to Agnes.  They have 4 children: Matrida who is 14, Pricillah 10, Violet 8 and Grey almost 2.  They do not have a garden at their home, but Agnes is a teacher at the nursery school.  A personal prayer request for them is that God will heal Henry’s body fully and completely.  He has been sick for several weeks, and seems to be past most of the sickness now, but still feels very weak.

Henry’s home village is Sabwera Village here in Ntcheu.  His mother and father are still alive and reside in Lilongwe.  He has 2 brothers and 4 sisters. Pastor Henry finished Form 4 (which would be compared to a high school diploma in the States) and went to college for electricity technician and went again for motor vehicle mechanics.  He attended a theology school and is currently working on a diploma to be recognized by the Church of the Nazarene.  I asked how he came about to know Jesus and he gave me the typical PK story!  I was pleasantly surprised!  He said, “I grew up in a God-fearing home, and was exposed to all the religious things. But I had no intentions or desire to become a pastor.” The Principal of Nazarene Theological came to him after form 4 and asked him to go to seminary classes because of his father, and he did it for fun.  Still no intentions of becoming a pastor because of the sufferings which most Malawian pastors, including his father, go through.  Meanwhile, (back at the farm…jk) he is doing his electrical and mechanical work. Henry was married to Chrissy. They have 3 children who still live in Lilongwe, also.  (time period from 1990-2000)  In 2000, long story short Chrissy had just come home from the college where she graduated as a teacher in April. Henry becomes ill for a couple weeks, and when he felt better he had some business to attend to.  He discussed with Chrissy and she said if he felt better she guessed it’d be ok for him to do that.  So he comes here to Ntcheu and the very next day he receives word that Chrissy has passed away last night.  His mother had went to his home to visit and check on him and found her ill instead. She attended to her on her death bed. To this day, Henry does not know what happened to Chrissy, and he is hoping to meet her in heaven where she will tell him why she left so sudden like that while they were celebrating her graduation as a teacher. They were hoping their lifestyle would change! He said, “Only God knows.” I could still see the pain and love he had for her.  He was very distraught over it at the time, but he said a friend/pastor had come along side him and spent lots of time with him to give him the support he needed during those difficult days.  Y’all, I wanted to bawl right there at the table, but was afraid he might fall apart too and then I’d have no clue what to do next.  I mean hugging on a grown man, who happens to be a pastor in a world where if you even hold hands (boy and girl) you are considered possibly married but definitely sleeping together.  Wouldn’t do.  Then, if Jason was to hug on him well…anyway.  I felt like I had invaded a very real and personal part of his life.  During that time with the pastor is when he realized God was calling him to do his work all the rest of his life. This brings me to where we are today.  Through connections, Henry came to maintain the Esther’s House vehicles while Ms. Cindy was here and that is how we came to know him.  Henry shared with me that he wanted to do something more with his life to help others, too.  He wanted to be able to help surrounding pastors who are struggling and hurting in their villages.  Pastor Henry said most pastors want to flock to the towns because there are larger populations. He wants to reach these pastors in villages because of their sufferings to help ease their pains. He was already helping a few pastors, not monthly, but on how God provides to him. He did all of that before he even became a pastor which is what discouraged him in the first place. Pastors in America look quite different than the pastors here a lot of times they are the last to be taken care of instead of the first or second or third.  So that’s where OUR (God+Henry+us) story begins.

Jason and Henry have opened a shop up down the road.  It’s basically a big yard with “known” boundaries.  It does not have ceilings, walls, or even floors if that’s the vision you have for this “shop.”  This is one of those God things where He worked it out to not only help Henry and his family survive with some income, but we rent the yard in front of the church so it helps his church out.  They are currently building the walls of the pastor’s house through the success of the business.  The main purpose of the shop is schooling  young men and women for free to help them learn a new trade that will serve their families and their families and their families…well you get the point.   During the teachings though Henry is investing in their spiritual lives.  Teaching them about the Bible and how to be good stewards with their money and their lives, all to help the struggling pastors in their home villages.  You see, Henry sees that investing and teaching them to tithe to their church would be part of the solution for those pastors he has a heart for!  What an amazing vision God has given him.  Currently the shop has 6 men we are teaching mechanical, driving and electrical skills, too.  We have 4 that have already gone on!  It may seem small to some, but for 10 families plus Henry’s family and a small church (God is helping, through us and all of you who support us) to help influence and pay it forward-the numbers are limitless.  Who knows what children 50 years from now could be saying!  You know those multi-level marketing people charts…or the ones your health teacher showed you in high school…yeah completely opposite categories, but that’s what I’m envisioning here. ;)

Now you’ve met Henry Kalitera!  I hope you love our God story as much as we do!! We would love it, too if you would come along side us and pray for favor on Henry’s life and all that revolves around the shop!

I am holed up here in my bedroom writing today (Saturday morning) because they are slaughtering turkeys, cutting up a pig they butchered yesterday and there is just “stuff” everywhere.  If I ever want to eat again it’s best I keep to myself.  And bring in the bleach and water hose tomorrow when it’s all said and done.   We are celebrating with our staff, the EH staff and all of their immediate families (yes that had to be clarified lol) with a whole hog, turkey and all the Thanksgiving fixings this evening.  I will post some pics this coming week!  We are excited to just spend some time getting to know everyone and their families and laugh and eat…or at least try to eat for some of us.  Or maybe I’ll just hang out and laugh, and keep a stash of gummy bears in my pocket.

 

Blessings!

Yes he is inside the car :)

Yes he is inside the car :)

explaining car parts...or something like that

explaining car parts…or something like that

Jason wrapped it all in a big plastic bag last night...it basically looked like something off of NCIS

Jason wrapped it all in a big plastic bag last night…it basically looked like something off of NCIS

Henry and Grey. Such a little cutie!!

Henry and Grey. Such a little cutie!!

Henry and Agnes with Violet and Grey

Henry and Agnes with Violet and Grey

The other day I was peeling potatoes in the kitchen, and just having one of those casual prayer/talks with the Lord in my head.  Just thinking through the usual, “What am I doing?”, “Why am I here?”, “Where is this leading?”. I feel as though the work I am doing here not very useful.  People question our motives.   They have even said we aren’t here to help people. The have “hated” on us with their words and FB posts for the world to see.  It’s all of the devil…I know, but it’s hard to not retalliate.  Hence this post.  (I kind of am defending myself.  okay I totally am, but there’s more to this post than that if you stick with me) I have so wanted to lash back at a lot of the negativeness, but that is not what the Bible or Jesus has called me here to do.  I am here to do what God called me to do.  Jesus, people JESUS, was hated and scoffed even with his own “people” and his intentions and actions were the purest.  So, what makes me think ALL people will love us…the Carney’s…the name all on it’s own brings a good joke.  That’s okay though we are Carney’s and we’re proud!!  I feel like I need a hoorah and a fist pump.   Aaaannnd we love to laugh, mainly at ourselves, so it all works out.

God placed these words on my heart (as I was mindlessly sorting through the trash in my head) “Set your house in order.”  I spend most of my time here inside the walls of this home.  Not what I pictured my “mission life” to look like.  God has carried, dragged, and pushed me through some really difficult days here, and I will, AM, forever changed from it.  It  is finally bringing me to a new normal within myself.  I am geared up for the next leg.  The next leg for me “setting my house in order.”  I am challenged to pour scripture and life lessons into my boys (and girls), and have some deep conversations with them. I see that in their near future they will be set out for their next leg of the race.  I pray daily that God will use our time here for them as much as me.   I pray that we will get our family in order for what’s to come.  I pray that while we are here we will help and love on as many as possible and that PEOPLE will see the good.  I realize this morning that people are looking to us to be their savior, to give them EVERYTHING they need, to keep giving and giving, when really all they have to do is look to Him.  He’s the one with all the answers, not us.  Aaaannnd, I need to speak the same words to myself, and look to Him for acceptance and gratification, not from the same people looking at me.

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.  Hebrews 12:2

By the way if you look up the scripture about setting your house in order…this is the whole truth and nothing but the truth:

2 Kings 20:1 “This is what the Lord says: Put your house in order, because you are going to die; you will not recover.”

I would just like to say I am thankful he didn’t place all of those words on my heart (gulp), but we are all dying the moment we are born…so if I live to be a 100 or if I die tomorrow I want my house to be in order!!  I want my children to be rooted in Christ.  I want to know that I, at least with the Lord’s help, took care of what He entrusted me with first.  After that I pray that I have helped people all over the world see their need for Christ, not for my feeble attempts at “helping” them because it will never be enough.  And that’s ok.  (that was for me not you)

 

Hugs

Lace

Sorry I couldn’t resist!!  I just had to post that today.  You know you think it’s brilliantly funny, too.  Don’t you? ;)

Incredibly thankful we “only” have 13 kids we have either birthed, miscarriaged, fostered, tried to adopt or adopted…so far.  It’s scary to me to even write those words, but if I have truly surrendered then I can’t without a shadow of a doubt say that’s all.  I pray that God sees fit with “just” six kids for us, but He never ceases to overwhelm AMAZE me!

For now I am taking great JOY in saying “19 days and counting!!!!!”

 

Whoo Hoo!!!

Not gonna lie. The thought of getting in a oversized metal biscuit can with wings is not my most favorite thing on the planet. I can think of a million other tortures that I’d pick first like peeling a 100 African purple onions, or brushing out the girls hair on wash day when it hasn’t been kept in braids…

It hasn’t been long enough I guess to forget the pain? I am trying to remind myself to think positive thoughts!!! Your babies are all over a year older! You learned the mistake of taking a double stroller and 2 carseats the first time. We are ditching all except Mia’s carseat. We are checking everything except for our own personal backpacks this time around. NO. CARRY. ONS. This is good and bad. Carry-ons you are guaranteed your extra undies…checked bags you risk washing your undies in the sink until the lost arrive or you find a Target. This risk you can take coming TO America, you cannot risk going from America. We are past the baby food stage so there’s absolutely no chance of ANYONE telling me I have to open half of the amount I brought, stick my finger in and be the cup bearer. Sheesh! Talk about a scene…

This is the purpose of this post: PRAY! PRAY HARD! Pray that the stewards call button mysteriously doesn’t work above my children’s seats, pray that people won’t be nasty to our large family in the big metal biscuit can with wings, pray there will be no extra “wanding” (by TSA) necessary, all of our bags will arrive in a timely manner, everyone will take their happy pills around us, dramamine will kick in extra good (I’d be ok if it kicked in walking down the aisle and I have to peel them off the floor and buckle them in), and all the while we show em’ Jesus! Imagine the glory it’d bring to His name if we all walked in like Saints about to receive communion and not like a herd of goats that know they are about to be slaughtered. People would never doubt again.

Seriously though, y’all I don’t like being the center of attention especially in close quarters. It’s causing some serious anxiety. Remember the fever blister I told you about? Yes. Yes, you do.

WE ARRIVE AT XNA THURSDAY DECEMBER 4TH AT 5:55!!! COME ONE COME ALL!!! WE HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!!! WE’LL BE THE CRAZIES SCREAMING AND CRYING AND DOING DUST ANGELS IN THE CARPET BY BAGGAGE CLAIM!!!
Lace

I want to frolic down the terminals or at least have the same attitude!

I want to frolic down the terminals or at least feel this carefree with my children in tow!

She is kind!

She is smart!

She is important!

She is beautiful inside and out!

She is Catherine!

 

HAPPY BLESSED BIRTHDAY!

HAPPY BLESSED BIRTHDAY!

Life would not be the same here for our family if not for my sweet girlfriend and sister for life, Cat.  Maybe not even possible…and I say that with no hesitation whatsoever.  God knew we would need each other more than we even did.  Our families our intertwined in the most unique and same-same ways.  We both obviously have callings of missions etched on our hearts, we contacted Doug about coming to Malawi almost simultaneously (not together), our first mission trip was to Haiti (not together), we have 2 boys each that are basically the same age (GOD PLANNED! TRUST ME!) and basically 2 girls each, who happen to be adopted, all stair steps to each other (GOD PLANNED! TRUST ME!)

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Boys hiking at Lake Ft Smith

The girls and their water parties... :)

The girls and their water parties… :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are walking this new road of a life overseas, adoption, homeschooling, and ministry together and I couldn’t have handpicked a better person!  Obviously, why God never asked me, He just knew I would need a good solid sister to lean and vice versa.  Well, at least I’m a good listener and shoulder to cry on…  And I pray for her constantly…because I “get it!”

 

I love you, Catherine.  Praying for a beautiful year ahead with more “sisters” (literally) coming!!

Lace

 

Enjoy some random pics of our family before, during and after being on the ground!

 

Get together with Malawi peeps before we left

Get together with Malawi peeps before we left

See they are right there with our family on our adoption day!!

See they are right there with our family on our adoption day!!

Orphan conference

Orphan conference

Got to pray with David Platt over our ministry

Got to pray with David Platt over our ministry

Packing up bound for Malawi

Packing up bound for Malawi

Thanksgiving last year!  Number 2 fixing to go down in the books :)

Thanksgiving last year! Number 2 fixing to go down in the books :)

Don't mind our hair and no make up!! Look at those sweet twins we went to check on.

Don’t mind our hair and no make up!! Look at those sweet twins we went to check on.

Birthday and Reward Days are the best!

Birthday and Reward Days are the best!

Trying to catch all the popcorn popping out!

Trying to catch all the popcorn popping out!

December 9th 6:30-9 at the Arvest building beside CrossChurch Fayetteville. (off of Wedington Dr) We are excited to spend the night visiting, hanging out, and taking a few minutes of your time to share our good news! Hoping you can all join us because I want to hug each and every one of you :) Even if you don’t want to! lol

There’s guaranteed to be lots of laughing, pictures, snacks/drinks, and whenever I’m involved it’s a given there will be tears…lots and lots of tears. I’m a crier. The baby factory did it to me. I used to never cry. I mean I watched My Girl when it came out without shedding one single tear. Who does that? Now I cry when I have to change a diaper or if my toothbrush does a rollover in my toiletry bag.

Anyway, enough about crying because I’m likely to start now. I’m a little stressed. Okay a lot apparently from the huge fever blister that showed up full blown this morning. Let me just say this I have only had 2 other full blown fever blisters in my life. The last one was last “fall” here. It was a teeny bit stressful trying to find our new “way,” in the dark (no electricity) half the time and without water A LOT. The only other time was when I was pregnant with…(drumroll please)…Kreyton. Imagine. I can’t even. He requires a full blog post. Another day.

FYI: We arrive at XNA on December 4th 5:50ish if anyone wants to come greet us at the airport. We would love to see you! I also have a hair appointment on Friday the 5th at noon if I haven’t told you already…and no I would not like to see you there. Sorry, it’s just not a pretty process. Think Tina Turner on crack. Amanda is super talented though and I always feel beautiful in the end!

Have an amazing weekend, see you all soon!!
Lacey

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Still counting…

 

My emotions are all over the place.  Swirling all around in a complete mess.  Not even a hot mess.  Just a complete an utter mess.

 

I am so excited.  The isolation here can be killer.  I will never say it enough, but God knew we would need the Wilson’s and they would need us.  We are a team with so many similarities, yet just the right God mix of differences and assets.  It’s truly part of our God story.  I say that to say I am incredibly excited to be SURROUNDED by all my peeps for a few weeks!

 

I am anxious, actually.  Anxious that it won’t quite feel the same.  I won’t “fit” in because of the things God has allowed us to experience.  Nervous that I’ll be too different.  I don’t like different or do I?  And that’s not to say I think I am above any of you at ALL! Promise.  It’s quite opposite on “that” level.  Maybe soon, or after our visit I can share with you what I’m talking about in detail.  I’m too anxious to say it now :)

 

I am joyful to spend Christmas morning waking up to family, food, presents, and our dog, Aspen!!  Remembering Christ’s birth and all that Mary and Joseph went through as young, married newlyweds, and expecting the best Gift the world has ever or will ever receive.

 

I’m sad that I won’t have enough time (in the world) to sit and sip tea with every single one of you that I want to.  I hope you all get to make it to our night of sharing and other events that might involve you, because of course I should be top priority on your list!!! Cancel those plans and visits with your own families.  I want you all to myself ;)

 

Most of all though I am so very thankful for this opportunity to come and fill up on worship, CCF style and community, and Target and Starbucks, La Huerta, Chick-fil-A, free babysitters, and date nights!  I’m thankful that God sees fit to provide for us in big things, allowing us the opportunity to come home and in small things.  This is just a small thing, but shows you what I mean.  Long story short.  One of our boys broke the DVD drive on the computer.  I was a little frustrated about it because the boys do their math program on CD’s on that computer and all the info is saved on there blah, blah, blah.  Our intern had a package sent to her with an external dvd player for her laptop…which just so happen to not work for her, but was the perfect fit and timing for us!  You have to know that it takes a few weeks to get things here…so the thought of someone buying her one, and then sending it was weeks before this even happened.  Isn’t God good.  He cares about the small things and has His name written all over them!

 

Who am I kidding?!?! My thankful list could go on and on.  I’m thankful that I will be able pick up dinner in 10 min or less, crawl into bed and not do a spotlight check, like a prison guard searching the fence line, for mosquitos, NO MOSQUITO NET, brushing my teeth without a water bottle, (so you can relate) not driving to Little Rock for groceries, opening my laptop and getting on the internet and it being so reliable and fast I don’t have time to drive to Little Rock for groceries and back before the first page loads, and last but not last driving a REAL car again…oh wait and wearing HEELS!!!  It could be worth having your iPhone ready though.  Walk much??  New born calf??  The Little Mermaid when she gets her legs??  On second thought maybe I’ll stick with the flats.

Funny story, first time I went to CCPH I had on these new tall skinny wedges. (it’s basically like walking a tight rope) I walk in and there’s this edging to the sanctuary doors that I didn’t even notice apparently. Yeah, so it’s like wedge on a ledge… it has like one foot in and one foot out.  There is scripture that comes to mind about not being “lukewarm.” I get it.  Well, my ankle didn’t know which side it was choosing, so you see where this is going.  I completely buckle almost to the floor before I pull it back together.  Only, to look up and there stands a “friend.”  Not like one of those friends you laugh hysterically with and ask if they just caught all that on video.  I’m saying one of those acquaintances that is a fitness instructor, whose eyelashes can curl a dumbbell, who could run a marathon in skinny wedges and never “break” a sweat much less an ankle.  You get my drift.  Mortified.  So now I’m thankful that I talked this through with you, and yes I think I will just stick to my ever faithful flats.

 

See you in 35 days!!!

Lace

The land at Esther’s House, where the maize normally would be planted, is finally underway for our newest project! Jason and I couldn’t be more excited because this means our family we be living “on campus.” This will relieve a lot of stress from all parties involved. What I mean is a lot of responsibilities land on others because Jason and I aren’t physically there every single day. It will also help with accountability. My boys are itching to get out there more for sports ministry, just general playing with other kids, and dirt roads to ride their bikes on. Their bikes are currently collecting dust and flat tires on the back porch.

We had originally thought we were just going to find a piece of land close to EH to build our personal home, and eventually build for all the families here. EH Estates. Esther’s House Gardens. The Hampton’s in Madzanje. Hahaha. We are praying (currently) that (in the future) this comes to be, but until then the current plan will include space for our family and also the ability to transform the boys rooms to make room for our teams when they come. Aka “The Lodge” or should it be the “Lodge”…
Anyway, we will be hosting you (hopefully) in 2015!! If you build it they will come right?!?! We are praying this will bring in more and more people to bring more and more ministry to the “Warm Heart of Africa!”

THANK YOU to all who have given to our personal one time gifts page we started to help build sustainable living for our family. Our Puremission team currently has a new page they are working on to help finish the fundraising for this much bigger project. You will also see a virtual picture of what the finished Lodge will look like and donate on the Purecharity page once it’s finished! I will give you the link when it’s up and running.

Looking forward to sharing the progress of this project each step of the way!!! Aaaaand I can’t wait to move in and host your team :) It will bring a whole new meaning to your African mission and “wildlife” encounter…

Jason and Gilbert, the leader of the bunch by default bc his English is good!

Jason and Gilbert, the leader of the bunch by default bc his English is good!

Miles on the roller thingy

Miles on the roller thingy

Our new swimming pool!!!  I wish... :)

Our new swimming pool!!! I wish… :)

 

THIS. IS. THE. BEST. PICTURE. EVER.  He obviously didn't mind me taking his picture :)

THIS. IS. THE. BEST. PICTURE. EVER. He obviously didn’t mind me taking his picture :)

He's standing in the living room, can't you see it?!

He’s standing in the living room, can’t you see it?!

Fiesta? Siesta? Nap in a wheelbarrow? I'm paying you?.?.

Fiesta? Siesta? Nap in a wheelbarrow? I’m paying you?.?.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's more like it :)

That’s more like it :)

ME! I am. I can’t wait to see my friends and family of the wild, wild west! We are going to party like I haven’t seen you in a year and half and stay up late and visit and pray and laugh and visit some more and cry and catch a few movies and eat brownies and pray some more and laugh a whole lot more and basically just not sleep for a whole entire month!

We leave here the 29th for a quick stop in NYC. A friend we met at the Orphan conference plays for the New York Jets, David Nelson, and is getting us tickets to the game! Monday night football in NYC, my favorite place in all the world, who could ask for more?! Braxton will celebrate his 16th birthday there and then we will be in Fayetteville, HOG NATION, December 4th. If you want to welcome us home, we would be ok with that, too ;) Our flight is scheduled to arrive around 5:50 p.m., as of now there have been no delays or cancellations.

We have so much we want to do and so little time to do it all, but we do want to share with you what all God’s done for our ministry, and how he’s shaped our lives this past year. Looking for a place we can have one night to share, because frankly our family might shoot us if every single meal and weekend we are speaking! It’s our heart and our passion though so we will make it work! Jason and I if you don’t know are people person(s). The more the merrier!

These are some dates we have available if you want to contact us to come share with you as a family, your small group, or your church!
Dec 7-9; 11-12; Dec 28-Jan 4 Email one of us or send us a FB message and we will pencil you in! jason.carney@puremission.org or lacey.carney@puremission.org

We will make an announcement when or if we find a meeting place for One Night of Sharing!

Can’t wait to see you!
Lacey

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This morning was just one of those Mondays where you want to crawl back in bed. Besides having some sort of contagious cough/cold that now 6 out of the 8 of us have, I got messages that Ms. Jane and Ms. Judith would not be in today. Ms. Jane’s aunt passed away and Ms. Judith hurt her foot, so please pray for comfort and healing.

“Well,” most of you know we have been without water for several days. And when I say without I’m talking either completely out to the house or a few buckets here and there we try to use as sparingly as we can. Jason and David had this whole plan to fill up one of the old water tanks that was at Esther’s House, bring it here, pump it up into our tanks, and repeat. Sounded good. Didn’t work out so well… After purchasing a pump at the “local hardware” store, and trying to get it to work, it didn’t. Returned and got a different one, fail. Pastor Henry, (who I still need to introduce) took it back and they went through all of them and finally found only one that would work. Don’t ask.

In the meantime, I have been practically “drowning” in anxiety. Last year, this season lasted about 17 weeks. I was young(er), naive, thought tomorrow would be the day the water would come, prayed, cried, stomped my feet, held my nose, and my breathe, and cried some more. This year, I know what’s to come. Unlike childbirth, it’s not easier the second time around. I prayed these days wouldn’t come. I felt sure the living situation would be different this time around. Apparently, the Lord is still pruning and teaching me…something…trust? faith? patience?

The Lord knows when you are at your breaking point because as I was rehearsing my, “I’m taking the kids and I’m going home on the next flight out of here” speech in my head to Jason; he got the water from the newly mobile tank, THROUGH the house, (see pics below) over the river, and through the woods to the back tank. I can now flush the toilets, clean them, work on the overflowing dirty dishes in my 13x13in sinks, tackle the laundry pile, and pray for endurance.

That along with the following pictures is water in a nutshell for us in this trying season. I’m whining and complaining while the momma next to me is carrying the “load” on her head to her home of probably 6 children and making the one bucket last until the last drop, and then returning the next day to do it all over again. For those of you who always say “good job”, “your amazing”, “keep up the good work”, yeah…well…

These are the days that your prayers sustain me, His LOVE surrounds me, and grace is freely given to this whine bag! And if you see me in your local grocery store in the next few weeks don’t judge me because maybe I couldn’t keep my head above the waves.

buckets all around for water

buckets all around for water

the pipe going through

the pipe going through

well Hello Brax what's that big black thing beside you??

well Hello Brax what’s that big black thing beside you??

And out my bedroom window to the back tank

And out my bedroom window to the back tank

my "dishwasher"

my “dishwasher”

bleaching station

bleaching station

from the sink to the filter to the water igloo

from the sink to the filter to the water igloo

and back into the big water bottles

and back into the big water bottles

Not the cheap way, but the efficient way!

Not the cheap way, but the efficient way!

Bonus!!! bathroom sink, hot or cold, pick one

Bonus!!! bathroom sink, hot or cold, pick one

and water bottles to brush with

and water bottles to brush with