I remember

I remember buying my first car! Oh the freedom, the independence! A chance to get away the house without having anywhere to go. Life was going to be much better from then on. It was too good to be true, maybe even unbelievable. One day I hope to buy a house, I suppose the same emotions and feelings rush in. The magic and sense of achievement must well be worth the debt, I'm sure.
But somewhere down the road the car lost its magic, maybe when I go two blow-outs on route 1-9 by Secaucus during rush hour. One day the bills for the house begin to pile up and we wonder is it worth the cost? The magic, awe and most of all gratitude begin to fade away and are less appreciated, or worse a sense of entitlement creeps in. My car shouldn't break down! I paid good money for this house why is it falling apart? Everything becomes less and less special as we get accustomed to having it around.
Yesterday my Co-Worker Marti reminded me "Jordan, we're in Africa". I forgot! In only 3 months I have become so comfortable here that I forgot what a privilege it is to serve God period. I forgot how exotic it is to be living in Africa. I remembered thee first day I arrived, the wonder, the fear of the unknown, the excitement! Where did they go? Who stole the Joy I had to serve the Lord?
Today I'm examining my Christian walk. Is it as exciting as the first day I believed? Am I still in awe of God's forgiveness, grace and mercy? Am I still repenting (of the recent sins)? Who stole my joy ?
I invite you to Re-Engage with our creator through the author and perfector of our faith, Jesus Christ. Colossians 1:27 "...God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory"
Am I still living as if thou Christ is glorious riches ?

Construction update:
The Health Center construction is still moving along one day at a time. We are currently building the Plinth wall (part of the foundation). Things seem to move along at a snails pace in comparison to the USA, mainly because here there are NO power tools what so ever. Cement is mixed by hand, with water pumped by hand and rocks chipped by hand to create concrete that we then pour into trenches dug with a gardening hoe to form our foundation. It's actually fascinating to think that most of the world builds without power tools.

Well: The drilling is taking second place to the Health Center on the priority list. However we have been squeezing in a few days here and there. The rock is slowly chipping away. Our depth isn't increasing however when we bail water we have been discovering chunks of granite the size of keys on your keyboard in the water. We have about a handful of them!
The recovery rate (how long it takes the well to fill when emptied) is exceptionally good. We aren't able to get all the water out, it pours back in before we can empty it. From above you can see the water flowing into the well by ripples on the surface. However the water table (depth of water in well) is less than 3 feet, we would like about 15-20 to have a "good" well.
The diagram above represents what we think we are dealing with, without ground radar it is hard to know. But we are hoeing for clean water under the layer of rock if we can get through it!