This week November 21-28 has been one heck of a week.

I first started off the week excited because of Thanksgiving and that we would be celebrating with Thanksgiving food here in the village.

On Tuesday I already talked about how we’d pray for Dorothy‘s life and that the Lord would spare her. On Thursday, Thanksgiving day we enjoyed a great Thanksgiving with a small chicken, roast sweet potato, corn soufflé, green bean casserole and I made pumpkin pie. That afternoon I was laying down when I was called upon by my friend Geni, she told me that Dorthy’s family came back to tell me that she had died on her way to the hospital. When they brought the dead body back they refused to put it underneath the house that it rightly belong to, where her husband was, instead they disagreed and argued and put her underneath another relatives house. The husband was quite taken back and very upset about this and asked them to bring her to the underneath of his house but they refused to. While we were paying our respects to the dead we were caught in the middle of a huge cross fight with a very long machete. (The husband was extremely angry with his in-laws) Caleb picked up our dog who doesn’t know anything about people fighting and therefore she would’ve tried to bite someone. He and Elijah were within 5 feet of the fighting. Bella and I were on the other side and were pulled by numerous women to be brought around from where the fighting was. About 10mins late after we arrived at our house the husband came up for we believe his arm was broken by a long metal pipe they hit him with. I splinted it with two pieces of wood, wrapped it tight and gave him pain medicine. There’s nothing else we could do here for him. (found out later it was just very badly bruised)

The next day they buried her body. It’s always quite upsetting to me for I saw her alive on Tuesday morning and by Thursday afternoon I saw her dead. The most upsetting part for me is that these people refuse to acknowledge the Gospel and that there is a Christ, that there is a God, and that there is someone who can redeem them of their sins. I constantly ask the Lord why does he have us here? Why does he have me in all this turmoil all the time? Why are these people so evil and they constantly turn from good?

I realize I need to stop asking the LORD “why” and keep trusting in his sovereignty. These are the Hard things of missionary life.