Oh My Word!
I don’t know how many of you have been reading the other two girl’s blogs but I highly recommend it. Those of you who know already about Sarah/Esther’s ordeal, here’s my take on the whole deal. For those of you who don’t know about it here it is. . .
I have no idea where to start . . . why does it seem like I am always starting out a blog this way? Here’s a bullet format of the events:
* Friday the girls didn’t work so we decided we would go to Kelo to get the mail as we all know Liz always has about a billion packages and the rest of us a letter or so :o)
* 2 moto bikes—we’ve learned where to ask for a ride into Kelo and where not to. Liz and I on one and Sarah and the empty box on the other
* Flat tire for me and Liz—2 hours waiting! Broken bike for Sarah and box—3 hours waiting! Problem was we didn’t know that each other was broken. We figured that the other one was already at the post office that closes at Noon.
* Arrive Kelo—40 min till noon. Took the drivers FOREVER to get us to the post office. They took us to the Catholic mission because they assumed that we wanted to see the other white people!?!?!
* 30 min till noon we get to the poste. Sarah’s not there! We thought she must be right behind us because I saw her on our way in after the tire.
* Post master Jacob. I call him Papa Jacob now because I’m the same age as his daughter. He knew Liz’s last name just from the mail she’s been getting.
* Noon. No Sarah!!!! No place to put all our packages (about 12) and we didn’t have enough money to pay for them.
* Papa Jacob, our new friend, gives us his number to call him when she gets there.
* Liz and I begin the long wait for Sarah on the log outside the poste.
* 2hrs outside waiting and praying. Knowing known and being so afraid. Praying for her safety. Maybe God wanted Liz and I to start praying for her early because He knew what was going to happen. I guess I’ll ask Him when I get to heaven.
* Seeing her come around the corner and feeling such relief and happiness.
* Getting all boxes and going home.
o Here’s where it gets crazy. . .
I have no idea where to start . . . why does it seem like I am always starting out a blog this way? Here’s a bullet format of the events:
* Friday the girls didn’t work so we decided we would go to Kelo to get the mail as we all know Liz always has about a billion packages and the rest of us a letter or so :o)
* 2 moto bikes—we’ve learned where to ask for a ride into Kelo and where not to. Liz and I on one and Sarah and the empty box on the other
* Flat tire for me and Liz—2 hours waiting! Broken bike for Sarah and box—3 hours waiting! Problem was we didn’t know that each other was broken. We figured that the other one was already at the post office that closes at Noon.
* Arrive Kelo—40 min till noon. Took the drivers FOREVER to get us to the post office. They took us to the Catholic mission because they assumed that we wanted to see the other white people!?!?!
* 30 min till noon we get to the poste. Sarah’s not there! We thought she must be right behind us because I saw her on our way in after the tire.
* Post master Jacob. I call him Papa Jacob now because I’m the same age as his daughter. He knew Liz’s last name just from the mail she’s been getting.
* Noon. No Sarah!!!! No place to put all our packages (about 12) and we didn’t have enough money to pay for them.
* Papa Jacob, our new friend, gives us his number to call him when she gets there.
* Liz and I begin the long wait for Sarah on the log outside the poste.
* 2hrs outside waiting and praying. Knowing known and being so afraid. Praying for her safety. Maybe God wanted Liz and I to start praying for her early because He knew what was going to happen. I guess I’ll ask Him when I get to heaven.
* Seeing her come around the corner and feeling such relief and happiness.
* Getting all boxes and going home.
o Here’s where it gets crazy. . .
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