We're back in Memphis. School has started again and Dan is as busy as ever taking care of our church's IT needs. Some things never change. Some things, however, do. Like our plans.

We have spent much time praying over where God wants us to go and what He wants us to do next. We expected to spend some time helping PBT get their new building finished, but after a visit to the site in Dallas we realized that God had other plans. The building was a little behind schedule at the time and they weren't ready for Dan's help. So, instead of staying in Dallas, we have settled in Memphis and Dan will travel back to Dallas to help periodically. We are grateful that God quickly provided us with a source of income and a place to stay (with friends) until we could move into an apartment. We are so excited to be back among friends and in familiar surroundings, but we frequently see evidence of the impact that our stay in Africa has had on us.

Here's one example. Recently I was walking in nearby neighborhood and got choked up. I was in tears as I walked by all the beautiful houses, many with three car garages, and realized that most of my friends in Africa lived in a space smaller than an American garage. We have so much compared to most of the people in the world. Many of them live on less than $2 compared to $100 a day average in America. Sadly, I think that many people don't realize just how fortunate we are because they've never come face to face with the reality of a third-world country. How I wish every American had the opportunity to befriend someone who lives in Africa or South America--to get to know them on a personal level. I think things would drastically change all over the world.