This is Ailsa, a doctor from South Africa. She stayed with us this past week. When she planned her 6 month long South American tour, she hoped to visit her high school friends (and our team mates) in Paraguay. However, our team mates’ plans changed (as missionary plans tend to do) and they went home on furlough. We are so glad that Ailsa decided to stop in Paraguay anyway. She was fun to have around. They kids enjoyed making paper with her. She painted Jeff a new sign with his hours of attention. She went to bible studies and visiting with us. She spent some time with Jeff in the mobile clinic and did a few house calls with him. And she even wrestled a pig with me at 2AM. Please be praying for Ailsa as she still has a month of travels before heading back to South Africa. When she gets back, she will be specializing in surgery and then......we’re praying that she finds her way back to the mission field.
This is Katie. She spent the weekend with us. The SIM school in Villarrica is always needing English teachers and last year Katie spent a few weeks teaching as part of an internship with her university. She liked Paraguay so much that she came back to teach again (and that isn’t even her degree). We were glad to have her spent some time with us out in the boon-docks. Please pray for Katie as she finishes her time in Paraguay. She is unsure of where the Lord will have her serve next (or perhaps there’s more schooling in her future).
Saturday morning I answered the phone and a panicky voice asked for the doctor. Her uncle wouldn’t wake up and they needed Jeff to come over immediately. Jeff went over, but it was too late. The man had died (of probably a massive stroke). Jeff was asked to embalm the body (first time for that request). He politely told them that he didn’t learn that in medical school.
Mid-morning I took my guest for a walking tour of San Francisco. Our first stop was to pay our respects to the family of the man who died (and who Jeff wouldn’t embalm). It is never easy to see a dead guy on a table.
OH THE THINGS I MAKE MY GUESTS DO!
While we were out, we decided to buy to pigs. These pigs weren’t for eating (just yet), but rather as pets for Ginny. Katie and Alisla carried them home.
OH THE THINGS I MAKE MY GUESTS DO!
Saturday morning at 2AM I was abruptly awakened by a high pitched squeal right outside my window. I knew immediately that our (sweet, loving, wonderful, friendly) dog was trying to kill the baby pig. Sure enough, when I walked outside, the pig somehow got out of his pen and was trembling under the car with Lady pacing back and forth licking her chops. Knowing my limitations – that I couldn’t catch the pig alone – I woke up Ailsa (she was rather fond of the pigs) to help. We spent about a half hour on our hands and knees on the dewy grass trying to corner the little guy. Finally, Ailsa stalked him from behind and......grabbed his back leg. It was awesome! The poor thing squealed and squealed and squealed. I am pretty sure he woke up all of San Francisco. We delivered the pig to his pen and barred the gate shut (our dog had somehow opened the locking devise).
OH THE THINGS I MAKE MY GUESTS DO!
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