Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all the peoples!

Coffee date?

Many of you who know me well know how much I love building relationships face to face over a really good cup of coffee. Some of my favorite memories are sitting across the table from a friend, or even a stranger, conversing with each other about life, love, family and faith.

The good and the bad have always been easy to share in person.  So it hasn’t been a huge surprise to me that I have struggled this last year to communicate with friends and family back in the states (I am sorry). As our world was shaken up in many ways, I have wrestled with how to share open and honestly about our new reality through written word.

When I communicated this struggle to a friend, she encouraged me to pretend that I was sitting across the table from you all with coffee in hand (cold brew here as it is 95 degrees!) and jazz music playing in the background. I decided that I would give it a shot!

Thank you for all the questions you asked on our facebook page last month. It has helped me to know what kind of things you wonder about as we do life here in Tanzania.

I will break all the questions you asked up into a couple of posts!

What is a language victory and/or struggle that you have experienced?

Language learning is TOUGH. So hard that the best advice I’ve read is: “Anyone who wants to learn a language well must have a solid theology of suffering.”  Every single day there are struggles. It is a humbling process that requires patience, humility and perseverance. Lots and lots of perseverance!

My journey of studying Swahili has been one of the biggest challenges for me this last year. My own expectations of how fast I think I should be learning, my perfectionism to want to know before I speak, and the crazy amount of times I just feel totally and completely incompetent. Relationships that I want to build and go deeper in but struggle to because of the language barrier, and the list goes on. Yes, I can make conversation and understand dialogue when I know the context. But then I will hear a conversation or someone will talk to me about something out of context and I am completely clueless.

Defeat and discouragement have taken over many times yet the Lord continues to give me the strength to press on and take it one day at a time.  The victories come when I humble myself, become like a child (in spirit), and allow the Lord to use me exactly where He has me. Broken Swahili and all!

What do you love about Tanzania (Love and/or Love to do!)?

I decided that it would be fun to include my family in this one…

Luke: I love experiencing new culture (the foods/the smells/the people), learning how people live and think, developing relationships with people who have a completely different background than me, worshiping and praying with brothers and sisters in Christ, seeing the ocean everyday, fresh coconut water from the guys on the bikes, eating outside year round, balmy ocean breezes in the morning, side of the road vegetable and fruit shopping, encouraging young Tanzanian’s in business ideas and strategies.

Amber: I love the relationships I am building with people. Monday nights praying with Tanzanian sisters for our city. Wednesday morning mommies group.  I love watching children walking home from school, the bright colorful dresses that women wear, the view of the ocean, the colorful pots and nurseries alongside of the road, when it rains (especially if I don’t have to drive in it), the bold colors of the sunrise, understanding and experiencing new cultures, our local church, teaching Sunday school, the indian food, and our children’s amazing school HOPAC!

Adi (10): My friends are my favorite thing about Tanzania. I also love the food (kuku=chicken, Pilau=traditional rice, and chips mayai=eggs and fries mixed), my school (HOPAC), our church (God’s Tribe), the Indian ocean, color all around, my neighbors dog “Cookie” and that my mom teaches gymnastics at my school.

Jude (7): My favorite thing about Tanzania is exploring, playing in the ocean, my friends at school, playing football (soccer), eating lots of food, riding my longboard and the Masai men.

Ezra (5): My favorite thing is to play with friends at school and to play with friends on our compound. I like to explore for bugs and snakes, play football, ride my bike, watch movies, and play on the beach.

Noises that are new:

All day long the goats and cows roam next to our house. The goats sound like a seriously injured person and I am constantly asking Luke if that is a person or an animal.

The call to prayer 5 times a day. It is often the first thing we hear in the morning and the last thing we hear before going to bed.

Dinosaur like birds that make the craziest noises in the evening. I imagine it is what the pterodactyl sounded like.

Coconuts falling! Coconuts and/or the branches fall daily and they make a loud crash on the concrete. We are always reminding the kids not to play under the coconut trees that line our property. Sadly, a few weeks ago I was hit by a 12 foot coconut branch that fell 30 feet from the sky. Praise the Lord I blocked my head and ducked.

About once a week the Masai men that reside behind our house do their tribal dancing, jumping, and shouting ceremony. It is pretty beautiful to watch and to listen to. (You can read about the Masai and their jumping dance HERE.)

Friday and Saturday nights the nightclubs are hopping. The music bumping all across the city until the wee hours of the morning.

The gun range down the street from our house. There can be weeks at a time that it sounds like a battle zone where we live. This week they are taking a break and we are enjoying the quiet!

Children chanting and singing in the morning at the government school down the street.

Termites that eat the wood in our walls. The scraping sound is so loud that you could not imaging it coming from such a small creature.

What does your house look like? (pictures?)

God made me to really love color and design. I love to create new from old and challenge myself with DIY ideas. So when we first arrived and started looking for a house to rent, I was ready to take on the challenge of beginning completely from scratch. After 4 weeks of looking, we found Oasis Villas.  18 units in a small compound…Guards and gardeners included….Relationships right outside of our door (which is a HUGE blessing as most houses are behind tall walls)…some pavement for the kids to ride bikes on…Walking distance to dukas (small stand shops), close enough to the kids school, and under budget.  This home has been a blessing to us and we have loved to be a blessing to others in and through it. (A friend recently asked me, so I want to clarify that we are the only American family that lives in the compound. They are mostly Tanzanians but some other Africans as well)

 1. Front door. 2. Entry way. 3. Back porch (with shared lawn areas)  4. Kitchen (water filter system on the floor)
1. Our room 2. Adi’s room 3. Boys room (all with nets to keep out those malaria infecting mosquitos.)

1. This is the family room/dining area combined. Just one large room.

What is it like to drive in Dar?

Dar traffic is insane.  People and animals in the road, a sudden lack of road, water covering the road, suicide lanes, giant concrete blocks placed randomly in the road, motorcycles that zig zag through traffic and in between tight spaces, giant big rigs called “bulldozers” that do not and will not stop for you because they are bigger than you, free-for-all intersections, ALL WHILE DRIVING ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE CAR AND STREET.

There ARE rules of the road but it seems that they can change at any moment. Monday through Saturday it can take either 30 minutes to go 10 miles or it can take 2 hours to go 10 miles. Sundays are nice travel days as the traffic in the city gets much lighter. The police move around from intersection to intersection controlling traffic, so you must never fully trust what the light says because there might be a police man waving cars the other way. When waiting in traffic, people walk around selling things (dishtowels, plates, toys, mats, food, clothes, and SO much more) and young street boys wash your windows for next to nothing. A city of 5 million people with really poor infrastructure….that is where we live.

I pray when I leave my driveway and I thank the Lord when I return safely each and every single time I go out. To see a fun commute to the kids school one morning last week, check THIS out!)

What foods do I miss the most?

(With foods like this, why would I miss anything in America????)

(Ben Miller and I eating fried squid that we just watched get prepared on the dirty concrete slab of the fish market. Good thing the fire killed off any “grosseness” that the flies left on it!

But really, I do miss...

Baskin Robbins cappuccino blast.

A good iced coffee (from Preservation)

Thai food

A good taqueria/Taco trucks

Yogurt Mill (Salted caramel with yogurt chips)


Thanks for reading! On my next post…

What does ministry look like for you? How have you used your photography? Where do you go when you miss the states? How do you feel supported emotionally? Have you made any great friends? What is God teaching you about himself?

And one last picture of the kids…because they are just too cute on school dress up days! 

Bucket list Item #98: Surgery in Tanzania


Can you imagine having surgery in Tanzania? Well, me neither! That is until 2 weeks ago when I found myself doing just that.

My scheduled surgery time was 10:00 a.m, with a check in time of 9:30 a.m. We arrived at the local hospital and took our seat among many brightly dressed Tanzanians. Pregnant women slowly walked up and down the hall expectant to deliver their babies. Individuals busy on their phones letting family members know of a relative’s health. Nurses leisurely checking in patients, the occasional child screaming from a needle and the rap videos silently filling the t.v screen in front of us.  All accompanied by water droplets falling from the ceiling into a bowl from the air conditioner and the occasional power outage that left the hospital dark for many seconds before the generator kicked in.

It was all intriguing at first. But 5 and a half hours later when I was still remaining in that same seat my patience began to grow thin and my adrenaline to “get this surgery done” was wearing out.

By now our children were needing to be picked up from school and so Luke left my side with a hug and a “Be brave, I love you.” reassurance. Within minutes the surgeon came out for some water and exclaimed “It is time.” (I thought it was going to be “time” at my scheduled 10 a.m. appointment slot. Oh how my western mindset of “time” continues to be tested!) I followed him deep into the long hallway, past the woman still sleeping on the table from her surgery and into the theater room.

I stopped in the entrance and scanned the room. The walls were stark white with just a table in the middle, big lights hovering above, a chair for the surgeon and a side table with masses of surgical tools laid on top. There were two assistants in the room who greeted me by asking if I speak Swahili. “Kidogo,  Ninajifunza Kiswahili. Sema polepole” I replied, in fear that they would instruct me all in fast Swahili. (my reply: “A little, I am learning Swahili. Speak slowly.”)

Immediately, before I fully entered the room, one of the male assistants commanded me to “take off your clothes and then lay down.” My mind instantaneously started spinning and right then and there did I feel ever SO vulnerable. “Lord, I don’t want to do this right now” I cried out in a whisper.

With uneasiness but a bit of courage, I submitted. A man in green whose face was covered with a mask wrapped fabric around my body and another around my head and lead me to the table to lay down.  Big deep breaths Amber, you can do this! With just my eyes peaking out, the surgery began.

The surgeon first lathered my foot in iodine and then quickly jammed a large needle into the crevasse of my second and third toe. OUCH. And then another jab…and another. I prayed that the numbness would arrive before he took the knife to my toe.

Suddenly there was what sounded like a lot of cutting and sawing and tying and stitching and splinting going on. They were speaking Swahili and I was trying so desperately to listen/understand what they were talking about. Twice one of the men walked over to me and started rubbing my cheek. I had no idea what this was about, but he probably was noticing my white hot knuckles and scrunched up face and was attempting to comfort me. Thank you sir!

After about 40 minutes, the surgeon wrapped my toe all up and called it “complete.”

All in one breath he explained to me that infection happens fast and furious here in Dar…to not get it wet for 14 days…to stay off of it and keep it high. And then, just like that that, the surgeon walked out of the room and the assistant commanded me to get off the table. Holding the awkward cloth around me, I slid down from the table and struggled to put clothes back on. I hobbled out the theater door and as I began to hobble down the long hallway, a nurse stopped me with the desire to wipe down my orange stained iodine feet so I didn’t track it throughout the halls.
Let me assure you that I was quite the show struggling down the hospital corridor on one foot all by myself. (No crutches or assistance provided).

When I put things in perspective, I know that I received better care than most people living in this country. I hear stories of individuals waiting 3+ days to even be seen by a nurse, as they lay bleeding to death on the table. I have friends who are sick and hurting but can’t go to the hospital because they have no money to. People who have no hope of healing from their ailments and literally have to stuff their feelings away and watch their sick child die. Some people just abandon their child so they don’t have to watch it happen. It is heartbreaking.

I do not take my ability to walk into a hospital and receive medical help for granted. I am incredibly grateful that I was able to have this surgery done and have been so blessed by your prayers, texts, emails, etc. THANK YOU. It was surreal experience that I will NEVER forget and I praise the Lord for His provision, protection and peace. I had to be brave and He helped me to do it.

Will you please continue to pray for me as I recover these next few weeks? That this surgery will relieve the problems I have had with my toe for the last few years and that I will have full function of my foot when it is all healed. I am trusting in Jesus for healing and thanking Him for hope, peace and courage.

*I wrote this last week and I have since been back to the hospital to get my stitches out and splint off. I wasn’t as graceful this time around. A stuffy and hot 4×10 foot room that had dim lighting combined with a long razor like blade that was searching my toe to pull the stitches threw me into a panic. Suddenly I was freezing cold and buckets of sweat were pouring off of me. I felt such a strong sickness come over me and I began to beg for a fan. I was so desperate to get out of there that I practically ran out of the room while nodding my head that I would come back in a week. I was a hot mess. I can laugh about it now as I Praise the Lord that there has been no infection, the splint is off and I am 4 days away from walking (slowly at first) on my own!The view from my window while resting for the last 14 days!

Merry Christmas!

We pray that you have a very Merry Christmas! 

Celebrate His birth. Proclaim His salvation. Remember His gift of grace. 

Ezra (5), Jude (6), Adalin (10)

We have been posting pictures of family/ministry and the streets of Dar es Salaam HERE.
To read our most recent Newsletter, click HERE.

Make me more like Jesus (suffering and sanctification)

I was warned that it would come. Some say it seeps in slowly among the day to day and others say that it hits full force on an ordinary day upon awaking. I have been looking for it…wondering if it has found me already. I have prayed for mercy to handle it when it shows up at my door…that it would be joined with the peace of Christ that surpasses all understanding. I have prayed that it would be a “soft” blow and not take me down full force.  I have prayed and prayed and then the Spirit of God whispered to me…”It is here. And it is good.”

For most expats, “IT” carries the name “Culture Shock.”

For me, it also carries the name “Identity Stripping.”

This “shock and stripping” is a steady peeling back of layers and layers of “self.” It is a stripping of identities that have so desperately longed for a position and title, that have hung like a trophy on the wall of my heart demanding an audience. It is many deaths over and over again. Daily deaths of small identities that I didn’t even know held such importance in my life. This is where the word “shock” identifies with me. As I live in this new culture, I am “SHOCKED” at the challenges that get to me. The things that rub me wrong and the “sinful self” that too often rears its ugly head…even when my desire is to love the people of this country.


This stripping, although painful, is exactly where Christ wants me to be. It is part of the sanctifying process that must take place to bring me to a place of complete dependency on Him.


For the past 5 ½ months I couldn’t put a voice to my feelings. Emotions were everywhere (sometimes still are)! Busyness from setting up a house and learning a language and trying to understand aspects of culture and helping kids adjust well clouded my mind and heart. I was afraid to say what was going on inside of me as I didn’t know if it was “normal” for newbies on the mission field to feel like this. (I am thankful the Lord has put some special women in my life to dish out some wisdom about these emotions). Questions of “Why are we here?” began to creep in and the daily thoughts of “Oh my goodness, this is real life” lingered through my head. (Okay, they still do!) But just as constant as all of these things, the faithfulness and grace of my Savior has been there as well.  He brings refreshment to my soul and peace in the stripping. He has been patient and full of compassion with me as He slowly peels back the layers that don’t belong. The fog of voicelessness is lifting and I am beginning to find a new voice.  There will be ups and downs, times of shock and times of peace here. But I am learning what to do with all of the feelings that I don’t know how to handle. I am learning to lay them at His altar and trust Him with the outcome.

Here is my first attempt to share what the Lord has been doing. I pray that it will give you a glimpse into my heart…as well as encouragement wherever God has you right now.


We walked onto that plane almost 6 months ago. With tears in our eyes, we left behind us a world that we knew and hundreds of people that we love so well. Before the day of departure, we journeyed through 2 years of intense spiritual, mental, physical and financial preparation for the mission field. And even before that, the Lord was at work for many years preparing us through both hardship and triumphs to bring us to this point. Even after much preparation, we were in for a treat. Nothing really can equip you fully for being dropped into a new land where you don’t speak the language, understand the culture, know how to drive, have many friends, a church family, relatives to lean on, where hurt, death and poverty stare down your back yard and where every single time you walk outside you realize how completely different you are from everyone else.


This culture shock…or identity stripping… began the moment we stepped foot here in Dar es Salaam.  These last 6 months there has been no physical suffering for me (well, maybe insane traffic, power cuts, water problems and minor inconveniences). But really, right now I am not afraid for my life like millions of Christ followers around the world who are being persecuted for their faith or the millions living in hellish conditions. I have clean water to drink, healthy food on the table, the ability to go to the doctor if we get sick, a closet full of clothes, a vehicle to get around in and faithful/generous people who stand with us day in and day out through prayer and financial support so that we can thrive here.) My physical suffering is SO very little. Yes, we are going without things, but I dare not call that physical suffering.


Nonetheless…The peeling away of those things that I labeled as “Identity” DOES come with emotional pain. I “used” to be a good photographer and I “used” to be a good decorator, and I “used” to be a good communicator, and I “used” to be known by many, and I “used” to have a pinteresty home, and I “used” to be fit, and on and on the list of MY accomplishments goes. I am not saying that these things are wrong. Yes, they were talents and desires that the Lord had given me, but I am realizing that they were wrongfully categorized and held a place in my life where they didn’t belong.


The Lord has been showing me these last 6 months that pain DOES come from laying down those “false identities” and that this is an aspect of “suffering” that He has called me to. He is not ripping away passions or interests, simply calling me to place my deepest passion in Him. Furthermore, He is teaching me the joy that comes from laying down the ways I once clung to in order to find my joy in Him alone.

What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ. Phil 3:8

Jesus has called me, and you (sister and brother in Christ), to lay everything at His feet. He calls every Christ follower to this suffering of laying down our own lives…our own identities…our own kingdoms for the sake of His. This will surely look different for all of us, but none of us are exempt. What does this look like for you? I encourage you to ask the Lord to begin to “strip” away what is not of Him. Ask Him to reveal the identities you have been clinging to. Maybe it involves work, or health, or finances, or material possessions, or relationships. Maybe it’s control issues or fear issues. I don’t know. But I DO know that when we consider everything as loss for the the sake of Christ, we will GAIN CHRIST.  And that is the far better possession.


As Dietrich Bonhoeffer expresses in THE COST OF DISCIPLESHIP, “It is laid on every Christian. The first Christ-suffering that everyone has to experience is the call which summons us away from our attachments to this world. It is the death of the old self in the encounter with Jesus Christ. Those who enter into discipleship enter into Jesus’ death.” Oh how the “American dream” goes completely against this. The call to suffer is not nearly as popular as the worlds call to success and happiness and earthly comforts.


I am learning after 30 years of being a follower of Christ that the beautiful process of sanctification is the ongoing little deaths of “self” that bring glory to Christ and make me more like Him. He is love. He is patience. He is goodness. He is kind. He is self controlled. He is wisdom and grace and full of mercy. He heals the sick and brings hope to the hopeless. He poured out Himself so that we may live. What amazing love this is. Sanctify me, Lord. Make me look more like this for your glory.


The challenging thing for me to wrap my head around is, even more so now that I am living here in Tanzania…is that EVERY BELIEVER is called to endure pain and suffering with JOY and THANKSGIVING and REJOICING.

  • Romans 5:3– we rejoice in our sufferings
  • James 1:2 – count it all joy when you meet trials
  • 1 Peter 4:13 – rejoice in sharing Christ’s sufferings
  • Acts 5:41 – they went out rejoicing that they suffered
  • 2 Corinthians 12:9 – gladly boasting in weakness
  • Philippians 2:17 – being poured out as a drink offering
  • Colossians 1:24 – rejoice in suffering for your sake
  • 1 Thessalonians 1:6 – you received the word in much affliction with joy

But what about those ALL around me living in incredible and unfathomable suffering? The families outside my wall that I look down on when I look out my window. The ones who sleep on dirt floors and walk far distances to get dirty water and can’t find work and don’t have education and have no money for a doctor for their sick child and wonder how they are going to feed their children today. What about those that are used for the sexual pleasure of evil people or are sold into slavery or are beaten daily or are…. THEY LIVE RIGHT OUTSIDE OF MY WALLS and I can’t turn a blind eye to them anymore.


What about them? What about the unjust suffering of millions? Are they also called to “REJOICE” in their suffering? To count it all JOY?


I have wrestled with this question here. I have asked the Lord the “why’s” and “how’s” of what I see and what He wants me to do. And the answer is always the same: Count yourself as LOSS so that others may know me.  Take on my life. Suffer with me. Lay your insecurities at the foot of the cross and share the HOPE that you have. Be the voice in despair. Be the broken pot overflowing with my love. Tell people about me. Tell them of eternal salvation through faith in Christ. Tell the rich and the poor, the widow and the orphan, the broken and the seemingly “put together.”  There is hope…and His name is JESUS.


Friends, this is NOT just in Tanzanian. This is all over the world, including where God has placed you today. It might look a bit different, but the hurting and the helpless (physically, spiritually, emotionally) right around you might just be calling out for help and HOPE. It is your neighbor, your coworker, the woman at the gym. It is the refugee that moved into your neighborhood and could really use a friend. It is the young girl who just found herself pregnant and the teenage boy who is struggling to stay clean on the streets. It is the friend who is struggling with addiction and the family who just lost a child. This world is full of suffering on every corner. May we open our eyes to where the Lord has us each day and lay down our lives (our time, our resources, our comforts) to share Christ with those around us. He brings healing. He brings restoration. He brings hope. Are we willing to “suffer” with Joy so that others can know Christ? (I am speaking this LOUDLY to myself as well.)


It is when we begin to count all things as loss (garbage) for the sake of Christ that we will know that the value of Christ surpasses all the things the world can offer. Now we see in part, but one day we will see in FULL.


In all of this brokenness, I am reminded through scripture that our troubles in this life are so temporal. They are “light and momentary” and they are achieving for us an eternal glory that FAR OUTWIEGHS them all. (2 Cor 4:17)  Friends…we WILL share in His glory if we are found in Him.

“Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory” (Romans 8:17)


I take great JOY in knowing that someday when all other “identities” are stripped away, I will stand in the highest identity that I can have, one that cannot be mustered up with talent or determination or gained with riches or material possessions. It is the identity that ONLY comes when we put our trust in Jesus Christ. And it is my true identity NOW. I am secure now as a daughter of the Most High. I am part of a royal priesthood….a holy nation found in Him. Will you join me in this journey of laying down our own agendas for His best plan? Will you rest with me in His sovereignty and allow Him to have His way with us? Will you suffer with JOY with me because of the hope set before us. The hope of eternal life?

Thank you Jesus!

Long overdue

A few pictures are long overdue. I am sorry.

I don’t have any amazing or inspiring words to type today…possibly for the next few weeks/months? (I am hoping that our newsletter filled you all in with some “details” from the last month. To sign up for that, click on NEWSLETTER above!).
I also wish I had some amazing and inspiring images to share with you, but to be honest, my camera hasn’t come out but once since we arrived so iPhone pics is what we have!

Moving and setting up house with 3 kids in a foreign country is a process and a challenge. When you don’t speak the language and traffic is insane and you are learning how to shop/cook/clean/communicate all over again…you kind of start to feel like a 2 year old. Add staph infections and sinus infections and fender benders and floods and new schools and ….. well, ya know, there have been a few challenges these last 2 months.

Our head is above water but only by the grace and strength of our great God. He sustains. He keeps the smiles on our faces and the joy in our hearts. He reminds us why we are here and that He has began a good work that He will accomplish. That the GOOD NEWS OF JESUS is worth every ounce of hard and frustrating. We trust that He is accomplishing things in us and through us during this season that are important and good and needed. Praise Jesus!

We hope these pictures give you a tiny glimpse of life here.

This is our city, Dar es Salaam. around Dar-4

During the month of April it rains and rains and rains. The storms are fierce. Streets become rivers and pretty much everything shuts down. Ezra enjoyed lots of puddle jumping during this wet season!


around Dar-2


Bajaj’s are pretty exciting to get around in…around Dar-3

but nothing beats our “vintage” 1997 mini-van! We are thankful for this vehicle. (Purchasing a vehicle in Dar is not like in the states. Cars in the lots are so crammed together that most of the time you can’t even get in between them. We prayed that the Lord would give us a peace about which vehicle to purchase and right when we saw this one, we knew it was it.)


This kid. Our adventurer. around Dar


We have been in lots of transition since we moved here almost 2 months ago. The first month we all slept together in a studio apartment at the pastor training school while we looked for a house. This was a HUGE blessing to have a landing pad with a family that could help us get around, get our kids to school and help us sort out things that needed to be done in order for us to settle in well. We started looking for a house right away, which took about a month. We finally found a house that we felt would fit our family during this time of language and culture learning (which we realize will continue forever:).  The only problem was that the tenant would not be out for 3 weeks. At about that time our teammates were leaving for Cameroon for 2.5 weeks and asked if we would house sit. So, we moved into that house. (The Lord takes care of us. His timing is perfect!)  We were not able to purchase a car yet so it was another huge blessing to be able to use their car until our paperwork came through and we could purchase ours. Finally, the day before our teammates came home, we were able to move into our house. PRAISE THE LORD! We joke that in the last 2.5 months, we have “lived” in 5 houses. Although we are still living out of suitcases and now need to have furniture made, we are “HOME.”

FullSizeRender[1]We found a little compound with 3 bedroom condos on it. This is not what we  had “expected” to live in, but we are loving it. The kids have made friends with all the neighborhood kids and love riding their bikes together around the court after school.

The view from the boys bedroom. Good morning goats!


Typical. These cows could care less that we have places to be.


Fun watching the coconut tree climbers. (These coconuts fall and would SERIOUSLY do some damage if they fell on you. Watching these guys climb them is pretty amazing) friends-6


Luke standing in line to get his drivers license. This took 3 days of traveling about 30 minutes each way to stand in line, then another line, then go to another location, then go to the police station, then back here, then…. He still officially doesn’t have his license. Ha. IMG_5786Luke worked hard for this TIN certificate. Again, lots of back and forth, confusion and praying. We couldn’t buy a car without this, so we were SO happy it was finally in our hands!

We had a couch made from this local store called Handmade from Tanzania. Amazing artisans. IMG_5789

Making the fabric.

Ezra started preschool at a local preschool called Mbezi Chapel preschool.

IMG_5875 Reunited and it feels so good! (Ezra and his friend Abby. May 2015 and May 2016)reunited

The view from the kids school. Seeing the Indian Ocean every day is a plus!image9

Jude was chosen as contestant in the Bible Memory Competition. He worked really hard on 14 verses in a 2 week period. Hiding God’s word in his heart makes us happy! image8

We were SO thankful and excited to have Steve and Dianne Warn (and Dianne’s sister and her husband) with us for a few days. (They were traveling from Zanzibar to Kenya. What a blessing they were to us and our children. They came bringing gifts, energy to play with the kids and so much encouragement for us. What faithful and passionate followers of Christ these two are. image5

Dianne brought fun art projects to do with the kids!image6 image4

Had a wonderful Mother’s Day with my family as well as the Warn’s. Went to church, lunch and then a yummy meal with friends around the table. IMG_0950Mattress shopping! 

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Full time Swahili learning started this last Monday. We work 4.5 hours a day, 4-5 days a week, plus studying at night. We are so thankful for Carlos, our language nurturer for teaching us and being an encouragement to us. Please pray for this time of concentrated language learning. FullSizeRender[14]

Amongst all of the transition, we have had many opportunities to enjoy being a family and enjoy exploring our new city together. Amongst all the challenges…we are experience so many blessings as well!


THANK YOU to all who are supporting us through prayer, financial support and encouragement. We need you and are thankful that you are partnering with us to share the love of Jesus with people here in Dar es Salaam. We pray for a love for the people here. We pray for relationships building and Gospel sharing and changed lives. Thank you for joining us in these prayers.