Today marks the first day, since arriving in Yabus, that I have daydreamed about the day that we leave Yabus. If I were to rat out Emily, I'd tell you that she lasted about two days here before daydreaming about that day. Life is tough here. There is no escape from the heat and there are few distractions. Mostly, we are just realizing how spoiled we have been for so long. Our move here has been real whiplash in so many ways.
Yesterday afternoon Em and I were sitting on our porch during rest time (12:00 to 3:00) and there was a hot breeze coming through our porch. Em likened it to when you're baking something and you open up the oven door to see if it's done. There is a whoosh of hot air that escapes the oven. Yeah, that describes it pretty well. There's not a lot of relief in that kind of breeze. Then she said that there are 36 days until we leave (look who's been counting!) and said that, just as in baking, it's like we have 36 days until we're done, completely baked, and ready to be removed from the oven.
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Hang in there, Greenes! You're being baked for a reason -- God has chosen you as his ingredients for something mysterious and nutritious to the people of Yabus. He'll keep you in the oven as long as he needs and at the temperature he needs. Blessings to you. We're praying for you.
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