Evicted

The day after we got stuck in the mud on the other road, we decided to take our normal road out to Yosemite. Well, part of that road was completely under water also so we off-roaded again…being even more cautious this time. We found a part where the stream of water narrowed out, built a little makeshift bridge out of sticks and drove right across. When we got to Yosemite, we went to visit our family and soon found out that we were going to have to move out of our hut and into a different one. Now I know it’s just a mud-hut, but it was OUR mud-hut and it had become home. There are very few things in our lives that are consistent and that hut was one of those things. Needless to say we were pretty sad, and feeling kind of homeless, but we needed to make sure our family didn’t know that so we kept smiling and said it was okay. H-Mama was actually pretty riled up that her children were being evicted. Actually everyone, including the mayor, was pretty riled up except for the woman evicting us. Our hut actually belongs to one of the women in the compound who has kind of been known to start trouble before. She decided that she needed it for her daughter-in-law who had been staying with her…which is totally fine and it’s her hut to do with what she needs. Our new hut is not nearly as nice and it doesn’t have its own bathroom hole, but it DOES have some graffiti on the front door which is, of course, a plus. It may or may not say “Ghetto Dragon.”

The Psalm I was supposed to read that night was chapter 23. Following other amazing promises and bits of truth, the chapter finishes with, “And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”