…We are thankful to God.
We are beginning to feel MUCH more settled here. The first week was rougher than we thought it would be (okay, the first couple weeks), but we are beginning to feel more at home here. We are so grateful for this change – change of heart, change of circumstances….
We are taking Hausa class right now – who knew it was a tonal language?? I’m not great at learning languages, but this adds a whole new range of language learning mistakes we can make. The class is pretty intensive – 4 hours a day, 5 days a week – and yet I still find myself stumbling over the simplest of phrases when I get a chance to use it “in real life.” It is going pretty well, though, and we are having fun learning. Chris is enjoying outshining me – he not only does well in class but does quite well carrying on conversations outside of class.
We have also begun driving – which probably sounds like less of a feat than it actually is. As one Nigerian who has been to America told us, “Driving in America is boring. Everyone follows the same rules. I can drive with my eyes closed there. Here, everyone makes up his own rules (and then they don’t even follow those!). It’s exciting.” I honestly did not think I ever be able to drive here, but I have even driven myself into town – quite a feat! With driving has come a feeling of freedom; I am not completely dependent on others to take me places– and poor Chris doesn’t feel tortured while he sits around waiting for me to finish in the market (Some things don’t change no matter what country one is in – just substitute the mall for the market and husbands can be tortured waiting for their wives in any culture….).
…Of course, getting to places is another matter. Giving directions is not as easy as it is at home – “Turn left on Main Street” becomes “Go to the Nasco junction and turn right, then follow the road to the vegetable stand and turn left. You’ll see a store that sells rubbers [that would be plastic items like basins and trash cans] – turn right, then go around a curvy road past the coal….” We literally drove around for almost two hours trying to find somewhere and were just about ready to give up when we found it.
Judah is doing really well. He is crawling up a storm (although one friend told us he looks like a wounded soldier because he just sort of drags his left leg behind him when he crawls) and smiles away. One of the missionaries told us, “Judah is the kind of baby that makes everyone want to have a baby.” We are so incredibly grateful for his good nature. He not only tolerates but seems to enjoy being passed around from person to person, regardless of whether he knows them, of whether they’re American, British, Nigerian or European.
We are grateful for each of you, too. So often have we just stopped in our tracks and said, “Wow, God is so amazing! I can’t believe He brought us here and has given us such amazing and supportive family and friends.” Thank you. Know that we are thinking of and praying for you often!
Christie (“Did I just say ‘communion’ or ‘the day after today’”?) (Seriously – a real mistake I made….)
Chris (“Is there anyone in Nigeria that Christie CAN’T outshop??”)
Judah (“NOW who’s holding me?”)