It seems there is a little "Welcome Home" tradition developing when I return from home assignment. Upon my return from my last home assignment, I woke up one morning to a flat tire - a little "happy to see you again" gift from my car. This time I gave myself the gift in a much more dramatic style by running over a six inch pipe sticking out of the ground - a nice pop and "psssssszzzz" as the air fizzled out and all of this in front of a truckload of soldiers. Oh me, oh my!
The wonderful thing about Niger is that help is just around the corner. The security guard called the guy on the corner who fixes tires to come and he changed the tire after borrowing a workable jack from one of my friends. So help came quickly. Not only that, I now know that I need a new jack and four new tires. So I'm thankful for the wisdom God provides even out of my dumbest moves!
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