A word from Curt
Many of you are praying and holding the rope for us.
My dysentery bug has left me. I hope for good.
Pray for our trip this weekend to South Sudan.
“Keep ‘er between the ditches.”
-Parting words of my friend, Mr. Frank Miller.
We spend lots of time saying hello and goodbye in Entebbe, Uganda.
The strategy on our living here is proximity to two airports.
Kijansii is a small dirt strip where MAF (Missionary Aviation Fellowship) flies from.
Uganda’s International Airport is five miles from our home. It is built on the end of the peninsula that makes up Entebbe town. Planes fly in and out at all hours of the day and night.
We often catch planes or meet arrivals between midnight and 4 am.
It is a bittersweet time.
Special friends arriving from America.
Family coming to see us. Watching the heads of five grandchildren bobbing through baggage claim toward our waiting arms.
Watching new families and colleagues leave.
Knowing there are some we may not see again.
Praying and hoping that all will “Keep er between the ditches.”
Moving ahead in God’s will.
On His road.
In Africa, it’s the red dirt road.
Jesus called it the narrow road.
It’s the road less traveled.
The best road.
I invite you to read Laurel Jeremiadoss’ latest blog from Juba, South Sudan. She is a gifted writer and one of our favorite people. You’ll see why when you hear her heart:
Tomorrow: Dead End Road