The Forest.

       The trip out to the forest started early with a bumpy 6hr ride out.  We slept in tents for the week that we pitched outside the pastor of the church’s house.  It was a week full of new experiences like holding baby goats, helping to harvest cassava, teaching in the village school, being awoken by a duck pecking at the tent, pretending to be airplanes while running down an airstrip, and sitting around the fire every night singing worship songs in a dialect of Malagasy under a clear view of the Milky Way and the Southern Cross.  The believers were truly wonderful and hospitable and it was a blessing to come to them as foreigners in so many ways but to quickly find the bonds of the familial bond of God’s Children.  There is so much more I could say about what we did and who we met, and if you put a hot chocolate in front of me and sit across from me in a comfy chair I will gladly tell all, but for here and now I will just share pictures and say that this tiny village in the southern baobab forests of Madagascar is an amazing place where the Lord is working through the great faith of a handful of believers.