Laura and Christine, March 1992, Irian Jaya, Indonesia.

It’s January 1, so naturally I’m cleaning my house like everyone else! I came across a journal I kept when we first arrived in Indonesia in March 1992. It’s so interesting to hear my thoughts. I was reminded of things that were so new but became so “ordinary” like lizards that live in your home. We left them so that they would eat the mosquitoes.

One evening, less than a month after arriving the girls and I (aged 6 and 7) wrote a silly poem based on Psalm 23.

M is for Mommy, I shall not want,
She makes me lie down in my bed,
She leads me to taksis each day,
She repairs my clothes,
She guides me through crowds of people for shopping sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valleys of Irian Jaya,
I will feel no evil,
My umbrella and string bag go with me.

She prepares my food three times a day
in the presence of ants.

Surely Mommy and Daddy will follow me to school
all the days of my youth,
And I will dwell in their house
for a long as they can stand me!

With apologies to King David!

Thanks for sticking with us from the heat of Indonesia to the warmth of North Carolina. The work continues reaching the Bible-less people groups of the world!