It is easy to get caught up in the logistical struggle to get money for projects here from other countries, to keep our staff from fighting amongst themselves, to pay for emergencies that we didn't expect, to keep the red tape of residence permits and social security from overwhelming us, to have to deal with puppies we didn't expect, and so many other things like running out of Blue Band (Africa's answer to I Can't Believe It's Not Butter) that we forget why we are here in the first place. We came to help and we have helped and continue to help in small ways and every single day. To hear the children singing their lessons from the school cannot help but lift one's spirits. The picture at right has nothing to do with this blog except that it reminds us that we like what we do here and that there are children who are benefitting from our presence. I'm sure that every missionary who gets lost in the minutiae of the mundane finds it is easy to forget that small, quiet voice that called us here in the first place. I am dedicating this day to the remembrance of that call and the response, "Here am I, send me!" that seemed to speak itself from within my heart. We are glad to be here. We are glad to be with others who share the call, and we are glad that what we are doing gets noticed every now and then by those we respect. This day, pray for every missionary that you know and all that you don't because these faithful workers in distant vineyards are being "doers of the the Word, and not hearers only."